PEREGRINATION

Gauzy is the route,
in the jaunt of love.
Let the heart beat nonchalantly,
it is the cruise of love.


I fear,that someone may harken my saga,
but,disquietude won't get you aught,
in the voyage of love.
 
To divulge is not facile.
To ensconce ,is more arduous.
Oh God,how toilsome it is ,
the trek of love.

The scintillas of the gusto are dehiscent.
Come my paramour.
How much laudable,
is the foray of love.

IF ONLY.....

If all the tears are collocated,
it doesn't make a plethora.
If all the smiles are commingled,
it doesn't make a burgeon.

If a bird espy the cage ,
it doesn't come and stay in it.
If all the broken hearts are consolidated,
it doesn't make you feel the love.

All the unuttered occults of the soul,
can never be read.
If all the taciturnity are coalesced ,
it doesn't make you torpor.

If all the hopes are disentangled ,
then ardors doesnt culminate.
If the night tides are dichotomized ,
then the dreams doesn't desist.