GRAPPLE OF THE NIGHT

On the grapple of the night,the crescent glitters,
In its supple rays,I look at you,and
my palate starts to clatter.

Where have you come from,what
burghal are you going to?
I wonder , dumbfounded,
that this face is like the orb of night,
these hasp of hair,like the eventide...
A hundred avidity have,
enlivened within me !
The lambent of your face is like,
an elation that gradually,
brumes my eyesight.

Into my forlonness,into this place of desolation,
you came,bringing such tinge,
even so I wonder,
are you really here,
or are you only an illation,
like a hallucination that is formed
only to be ravaged?

STARGAZE

Parts unknown or scattered ,there has to be,
a world where you are with me...

Where the early bright comes with the
ray of your eyes,
where I should hark the,
lullaby of stargaze in your arms,
don't know where is that terrene,
don't knows whether it abides or not,
where my soul is not so huffy with me...

In whose agony my gasp is lost,
don't know in whose arms I am stargazed,
from the divine will,
and have lost the haven in the way,
somewhere there is elation in our every conclave,
this aura is saying ,
where is my dust,where is my azure ,
where you are my smirk,
my mirth and my entity...

Don't know where that world is,
Don't know whether it abides or not,
where my soul is not so huffy with me...

RUMINATION

These wishes are so benevolent,
these urges are way of life,
composed in a fuzzy manner
or on a panorama...

These hopes have changed the prospect,
the becks are in the droplets,
centuries are molden in moments,
Should I ward off the evil,or worship?
What should I do ?

My avidity are bit bizarre ,
like the frost in the azure ,
and still in the spate,
lost in my own reflection,
my heart has started a quest ,
to find,
some salacity,
in its own  world of ideation,
Should I live in this world or refrain?
What should I do ?

PIECEMEAL

Of the memories,
umbrage ,loneliness,
is pertinent to you...

You came into my heart,
in small doses,
became close to my soul,
bit by bit,little by little...

My unabridged life is your adoration,
my delirium is only from you,
my insufflation is residing in you,
the spoor of musing,loneliness,
is linked to you only,
you entered my heart,
bit by bit...

The string of events of this devotion,
the fallout of all this rain,
my kinship is with you,
the spoor of musing,loneliness,
is because of you,
you entered my heart,
bit by bit,little by little...

BREEZE IN

These crooning breezes ask where you are

You're in the pompon, you're in the floweret

or you're in the trail of my dreams.







The quarry and azure are as beautiful as a reverie

Our nest lies somewhere within, oh my life's crony

But this house of chimera is jilted without you

Breeze in to me, breeze in!







My heart glides and jives with you

I must avow you, my love, all the bliss and dread of my zest

A caravan of joys along the trail of dreams

Breeze in, breeze in!

AMORE

This amore is one with tantrums,
has got an untrodden tantrum,
it has got to know,
what is that pother called love,
it's my amore ,but,
it presages about you,
so there is something unquestionably  there,
o my verve...


Heeded that this is the urge of wishes,
that they don't remain insatiable,
but when the pother of amore,
are so flinty then acquaint what we can do,
should we get gripping,
or should we sit as irked,
what's the accord of amore,
o my verve...

On every step,these avenues ask you,
to walk a bit of wobbling,
tune in to what this verve is saying,
revel in for a twinkle,
should I clasp you,
or tune in to the verve,
there is a petite purlieu,
o my verve...

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...