THAT'S THE WAY LIFE GOES ON

What has happened , transpires
what has to happen,has to transpire
the things that are there in your strings,
why should you bereave them for nothing,
as much as there are,taking hopes,
how deep do we go,the paths see,
you start strutting,
don't turn and look back,
just be what you are ,
move on,that's the way life goes on...


Perspectives won't match,
but value each other,
we ramble together,
but we have different destinations,
let there be pieces of sunshine,
where we want a pinch of shadow too,
and we would divide equitably,
whatever the need is,
lets keep on tying,
just move on,
that's the way of life goes on...


What we thought barely happens,
anguish will always be there
if we get something without being contemplative about it,
why do we have to lose it for no reason,
as much as we can,taking the relief
just move on,
that's the way life goes on...

PIKE

When we started afoot,these avenues started strutting,
these dragways began to seem better than the haven,
come on ,let's capitulate ourselves,
let's become elusive,
come,let's saunter for miles,
though we don't know where to go...

We are getting untrodden thruways just by wandering,
like this in the groove,
you keep afoot,so will I,
these expanse will become petite,
Arise,let's capitulate,let's become elusive...

With open eyes,chimera is speaking that,
what kind of foolhardiness has aroused,
here and there ,where is this recklessness taking us,
shine on,we will get the path where it would be,
come,lets saunter for miles,
though we don't know where to go...

WINTER NIGHT TIDES

Just like an impeccable young one,
the night sleeps,
when the winter sets in...

The dawn is wet with delinquency,
the blossoms bloom and chuckle,
while the human laziness persists,
in the candied sleep for a day long...


The herd of cows,
return in the dusk,
the fragrance of blossoms,
brings in novelness,
 it creates a sense of mirth,
when it touches the soul,
then searches for the same winter night tides....

FLARE - UP

Friends live the juncture wholly,
now a days,it seems our era is about to come,
friends if you have poise in you,then life will be resplendent,
destiny will call  you,
have a kind of glee in your heart...


Somewhere some jingle is playing,
see the course is decorated with blossoms,
only we,we are ubiquitous in the world,
we have got the reason  to see dreams,
friends with your own trends,on your heart,write something new,
friends,this age doesn't care about the fruition,then why be blanched,
have a glee,have a  glee...

If for sometime our avenues meet,within a moment the old smile will gleam on,
tell then what will you  say to me at that time,
how do you bury the tears of your eyes,
tell me what has happened ,why it happened tell me,
friends live the juncture wholly,
now a days,it seems our era is about to come,
have a glee,have a kind of glee in your heart...

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...