SUMMER

When I first met you ,
You were standing in my garden,
Dressed like a girl in turqoise blue
Or seemed like blooming flowers of a shrub,
I came running to you,
I saw,
You were playing in the waves,
like a golden fish in the water.


I fell in love with you.
It seemed like a mid-day.
Shining in your youth in a mirror.
You made me blind for a while.
Your rays are sometime like the forget - me - not
And sometime it is like the growling tigress.
In my eyes I have a
childlike curosity for you.

The day when you forgot me,
In my garden lines and lines
of sunflower drooped in the hot afternoon....
I kept waiting for you all day,
with the hope that you will return one day...

Your love is like a summer day.
When its night,it is suffocating as you are not there.
Then my breathe is full of hot air;
I am searching for you day and night.
I will be searching for you my whole life....

Hey my love !

Don’t leave me and go,

Express your love.

Your heart is the destination of mine heart,

Tell your love, feel your love

Hey beauty! Hey my love

You are so far away from me like never before,

My world which is full of sadness, the reason was not you before.

Take yourself out of my heart

Or else make me your heart

Tell your love, feel your love

Hey beauty! Hey my love

Life is losing its way, please come into my life.

If you don’t want to come, then call me near you, My life!

Till when will I have to live like this,

Don’t treat me like this

 Tell your love, feel your love

Hey beauty! Hey my love

ON A PICNIC DAY

On a pure scintillating day,
I was lost in someone's thought.
My mind was like a winter landscape,
Your soul was like a sunday morning.
That was on a picnic day.


My soul was roaming,how lonely it was !
it was searching for you, my dear,in the picnic spot,
On a picnic day.
Your body was like a forest,full of greenery.
Your hair was like the black clouds.
Your eyes were like River Thames.
That was felt on a picnic day.

I lost my soul once,
In the lap of the hills.
From that day ,a piece from my stoned heart,
is lying on the footsteps of your stream...
On a picnic day . On a picnic day .

ETERNAL FRIENDSHIP

I was unknown ,
whether I was going on your way,
or whether I met you on my way ?
I thought  I should stay for a while with you ...
That day ,your shade,was not able to hide  me.
Your shade was smaller than my sturcture
but i felt relief by sitting in the same shade.


A little bit of shade brings drowsiness ,
Fear of time that goes away with the blink of eyes ,
Frightens the traveler everyday ,
Every afternoon.
That very day my eyes felt sleepy
I started narrating the story of my life,
as  if  I was talking to myself .
But I knew you were listening to my words
And at a moment ,I felt, I talked almost everything to you.

I do not want anything from this friendship.
Even if i don't understand your language,I do understand your silence.
Even if i don't get any profit from you,
There's a lot above profit and loss,
That's our eternal friendship.
I don't expect your fruits and seeds from you,
neither i have any intention of harming you .
Lost in a desert ,I found a mirage of water in you,
In that moment ,a little touch of sensuousness ,
is what i belief is the best gift from you .....

BIRD

Bird is small and smaller are its eyes
Within its eyes there are huge
creations of the sky.
Though, its wings are tiny,
its wings have the strength and determination 
to fly across the vast sky....




When it closes ,its wings,it seems to be night.
When it opens ,its wings,it brings a new day.
When it closes its wings it seems as if 
it has taken a form of a stone
which is rounded in shape.
On a cloudy day,when a bird flies ,
its wings are lost between
the clouds of the cloudy sky.




You know you are a bird,
Then how did you forget the sky?
Since ,so many days you have not seen the mountains,
You have not touched the streams,leaves and trees .
You are restricted :  To sky
Restricted - for the lifelong try


Yes -there is a cage for a bird 
Which cannot be considered as a mirth....