The first love

    love for me is my 1st boyfriend
love was when i 1st saw him

when i first saw him
my eyes were froze on him
my heart pounced to leap out of my body
and my lips said "oh la la"

love was when i first touched him through a handshake
i kept looking at my hand
and kept smiling in remembrance of his 1st touch

love for me is the excitement when i speak to him
the fear of being seen and yet the will to be with him
the blush on my cheeks when i am with him
the hunger to be with him all the time

the puppy love or 1st crush
whatever it was
it was pure, rare and one of its kind

i dint know who he was when i fell for him
niether did his future bother me then
if i had to define love
it would certainly be my 1st love

Love again

I am a person born in the 1980's
Love for me is a little confusing

Sometimes in my silence i sit back and wonder,
What exactly is love for one another,

I like a guy and he is cute
But he is not what my parents will choose
I want to be close to him
But my parents i cant live without

We the generation of 1980's suffer sometimes
As we want two things at a time

When i see my parents i see they dint have a will
But they had the determination to strive for a relation
Once they were bind

I see the generation of 1990's
They live in present and dont bother of future
They have the zest to live as it comes
And we kept thinking about the future

We lack determination
And we lacked the zest
Here we are confused again

We love , we live , but we cant sustain
Thats the love of our generation
Which we never lived.

Mother's love

My first attempt to write a poem
The topic was DIE LIEBE i.e. love. I chose mother's love

I have searched the entire world
And seen many places
In those places i have met many face

Some i remember some i forgot
But their emotions i never forgot

I have seen many relations make and break
Some were by birth some were by choice made

Among all the relations the only one i can relate with love
Is that of a mother

All other relations are somewhere an exchange or give and take
But a mother's love to her kid is can nvr b fake

She gives you birth she nutures you til late,
In return she asks for nothing by her fate,
You love her, respect her or even if you give her your hate,
A mother wil never give u anything bt love love and love in return...