WHEN THE CLOCK TICKS

Lying in my couch,I hear the ticker tick,
and think of you.
Clenched up in circles ,befuddling is nothing new.
Flashback tepid nights,almost left abaft.
Portmanteau of memories,time after.

Sometimes you delineate me,
I'm traipsing too far ahead,
and you're calling to me.
I can't hearken what you've said.
Then you go dawdling,
and I fall tardy.
The second hand untwines.
When the clock ticks.

If you're lost,you will find me.
When the clock ticks.
If you slump I will catch you I'll be waiting .
When the clock ticks.

After my image fades and tenebrosity has turned to drab,
Watching through lunette you're pondering if I'm OK.
When the clock ticks.
Secrets bulgarized from deep inside.
The drum quivers out of time.
When the clock ticks.

You said to go dawdling,
and I fall tardy.

The second hand untwines.
When the clock ticks.

THOSE EYES

I only have my eyes for you,
my love must be a kind of amaurotic love.
I see nobody but you.

Are the stars out on a twilight?
I don't know if its murky or shiny,
I only have eyes for you ,dear...

The moon may be altitudinous,
But I cant see a thing in the sky,
'Cause I only have my vision for you.

I don't know if we're in a patio,
Or on a crowded promenade.
You are here,So am I.

May be jillions of populace go by,
But they all recede away from view.
And I only have my eyes to see you.

DON'T MAKE MY DELUSION A VERITY

Don't make my delusion a verity.
Don't know when I've been so low.
Don't know what happened to you.
You've found someone new,
and don't make my delusion a verity.

Don't know,I'll be fine or not,
when you're gone.
Don't know,I may cry all night long,
say it,It isn't true,
and don't make my delusion a verity.

Tell me some calumny,tell me no enigma.
Give me alibis,give me no acumen.
Don't let me feel debilitate,
tell me you love me.
Say anything,but don't bid me farewell.

Didn't know just what i had.
I didn't mean to treat you amiss.
But light of my life now I do.
And don't make my delusion a verity.  

MEMOIR

By enduring laconism,
it apprises everything.
By apprising everything,
it endures silence.
Sometimes,it gives forewarning through eyes,
sometimes,it gives its shoulder to rest upon.
I foresee,I have some affiliation to his avenue,
something strange,some old saga unspoken.
If catechized,they would tell my apologue.

The car carillons are cantillating their tune,
going so pronto in their own mood.
Where's their destination is unknown.
The palanquin bells indicate something,
they adumbrate some conundrums,
if listened with heart,
they will tell you everything asked.

In these tracks ,her reveries walk.
Myriads get lost.
Only some axioms are found.
These alleys are sometimes bondage,
these boulevards decides fate.

LUGUBRIOUS

The sole who makes a smidgen of tear his cohort ,
for the plenary life,
I assert, he only adulates himself.

The one who enshrines a petite smile,
and snivels for the choate life,
I affirm, he only obliterates the mirage.

The solitary who amours a dimmet,
and awakes for the unabridged night,
I allege, he ardors only zing in his life expectancy.

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.