EPIPHANY

How did I find you , I cannot be credulous on my fate,
you descended upon life's placid lake ,like the orb of night,
sometimes calmly and nonchalantly,
like the gleaming sunshine in a balmy melody,
you have passed away melting me by such,
shall I see you or listen to you?
You are my truce ,you are my fervor,
Why didn't you come before?


The course,springs and becks have altered ,
the flash of flare has changed,
life is playing some dewy tunes,
the sleet of rain has changed,
the junctures will change their fashion,
but I will remain the same,
the same way by casting my arms in your arms every moment,
life has become a  harmony,
it has become a sound of hymn,
I cannot affirm on my fate,
that how did I get you... 

PREQUISITION

Empty,hollow is the court of my heart,
its searching the music of frippery,
empty,hollow is the extent of my heart,
its searching your arias...

Whether its dim or morn in my heart,
flashback of you abound within it,
why did you beggared the bond?
why did you turn your grimace from me?
tell me...

A creeper moves from blossom to blossom,
an echo of your reminiscence is heard in my heart,
a bird speaks in my garden,
and asks where is my swain?

How to spent the desolate nights?
How to forget those precedents?
How to appease with you again?
How to savor the yard of my heart?
How to forget your love? O, dear
How to tie this beggared bond?

THIS IS MY SAGA...

This is my saga,
a bashful life,
tranquility is saying,
why are you enduring this despotism?

An old yarn,
from the firth of solitude,
every lesion is blooming,
It's telling something to me,
I'm gathering these pining spikes of
griefs from my world of reminiscence...

I'm zoetic in the cloak of falling walls,
this is my saga,
an unblemished souvenir,
dread is flowing,
It's telling something to me...

Dews of love are blaring in my world,
the shadows of ambushed death keeps drenching,
my eyes get  tangled with the ink,
no one ,there is no one to tell,
how long one should wait for the sunshine...
no one,there is no one ,
neither near ,nor far away...

Heartbeats from the heart,
which keeps proclaiming their predilection,
entity is one,which keep living,
which savors the blood,
which keeps stitching my dreams....

Now there is no one near me,
even though a motility is there ,
tangled in here,
there is hope to live,
this heart which is a wood of reminiscence
burnt and injured heart by these spikes of griefs,
that I'm gathering...