ANGELIC

I concede you to be the most delightful,
I have an entreaty for you to live in my zest,
There is euphoria in you ,
and you even vogue with miff,but,
you never ebb for eulogy...

My mum heart,don't be wearied,
for showing the torment ,
in every moment,
She's is the one to smirk at my riff,but,
she never ebbs for eulogy...

Shall I whir,
or should I call out to rise,
Shall I make a beatific protestation,
You make me frenzy,but
you never ebb for eulogy...

I concede you to be the most delightful,
I have an entreaty for you on to live in my zest,
There is euphoria in you ,
and you even vogue with miff,but,
you never ebb for eulogy...

It's Okay

It's okay to be alone,
Thinking about for-lone,
It's okay to smile,
To go ahead a mile,
It's okay to fall,
But,it's not okay until and unless you are there to catch hold...

It's okay to go wanderlust,
To be lost in a desert,
It's okay to go up a mountain,
Get a feel of being heighten,
It's okay to be in haze,
But, it's not okay if we don't feel dazed...

It's okay if you don't text me everyday,
It's okay if obstacles come on our way,
It's okay to be scared,
But,it's not okay you were not there...

It's okay if someone doesn't complete you,
Its okay if someone doesn't compliment you,
It's okay if someone doesn't comprehend you,
But , it's not okay if someone doesn't show that you mean the world them...

MURK

My eyes haven't been sodden for senility,
O entity,for this alibi only,
come and captivate them with soggy rain,
make my spirit brume,make them murk now...
I'm all lorn,
make it tears and vale,
these breath of life... scud...

All those lampyrid of mine,
my sunshine,my destine,
Where they were all dissipated?
Where they were all disoriented?
There are jillions of walls,
and not a discrete door,
At least tell me the avenue,
for the breeze to come through,
The heart is as if ceased,
make it fidgety,
make these blue moon billow...

On my patio,never came,
any shadow of radiance,
Fount of sleep,
sneak away untouched from my night tides,
There is no usher to show the trail,
nor any brigand,
It's just my fissures,
and my own cape,
These night falls are hollow,
fill some bustling in sleet,
make these senility haze...