The aura on your face I wonder the scintillation That shower on your demure So valvety, vivid and voracious.
The moon sometimes envy you Oh beloved! Loving you was my blessings, Wish our endearment lasted forever. Today the moon is crying as well, And the sunflower watching in despair. For you are the angel walking With you periwinkle dance in air And moon smile And the sun smirk. For the love that kindled Was trampled under the flim flam.
My House that Was painted Blue and studded with glitters of gloom, Epitaphs Of lost love And few epiphanic scars Is christening me for the world I love every ounce of memories I thrive there for I write my poesy.
Time travels like a time,
I cannot fathom,
what actually it is?
But it is like a circle
With the one center
And we all are
This long span of our togetherness
Trailing behind this time,
Passed in a jiffy.
I wanted to re-live that forever.
With your beady eyes
Looking at me – transfixed.
Your balmy breath
Your confused expressions:
I want to steal those.
Ah! But this strange
Your hazy image- disintegrating
Time surely taught me the lesson.
It took away ‘you’ from ‘me’;
My only tranquility.
I count on my fingers each second
for one day I will meet you
And again shall we travail
this ocean of life together.
Sowing seeds, from them
Our enigmatic memories will born.
I will then collect all the sparkles
Of life in jars and will preserve them.
This time I have learnt my lesson
For the time surely is a teacher
And we are nothing but
The product of the time.
My window overlooks a crescent moon
There are stars shimmering and Twinkling,
I peep into the glory of these scintillation
A churlish child’s unfettered smile,
egged my eyes, it was me- a coltish child.
I swam again deeper into the alabastrine star,
flabbergasted by the nightingale’s welcome
Trees with outstretched hand hugging me,
“Oh! sweet son of Adam to thy earth thou returneth”
They kept murmuring, chanting with glee.
This realm where miracles stretch to the horizon,
Exuberant ‘n enamoured with no spite in the air,
Assuaged me; I dig deeper and deeper into the light,
To the land where rivers flow underneath
A glimpse that no eyes can fathom.
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