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.

SIMPER

Questions from heart,
moot in imaginations.
Don't be lost in these trifling s.
You are the acumen for your acuity.


You have got the divination.
You can be elated with the thorns  .
God has given tantamount of jubilation and depression.
Tune let your soul tune.
You have to live life blissfully ,
so be gleeful .
What is gloominess ?
It is miniscule now.


If we procure,
relinquishing also prevails .
Life is all about these peaks and valleys .
The setting sun tells everyone,
to explore the jaunt.
Its not only our predicament,
every smirk resembles you...

ISOCHRONOUS

Here,Here,somewhere near,
a jiff is being made.
There,There, you go there,
you will get that jiff there.
Live the moments ,these are life.
Why do we find jiffs in  jiffs?

Jiffy that are hidden,
why didn't you find out about them earlier?
Clinched up in a gunk,
we were all a crate.
Feckless spiel do happen,
why do we have to find meaning in those spiel every time.....

How we stumble?
How we settle?
Callosity turns into pliancy .
The one whom I thought to be perplexing,
Don't know why the one feels as astounding.

ABERRANT NIGHT

Its my urge,but how do I apprise,
all the things that my heart affirms.
How do I await the ripple of dreams,
when the plethora flows every time.
Listen to what the reticence tells,
longer than the memories are the
chronicles of my heart.
how do I apprise,how do I apprise...


I had aspired, to tell you something,
O hallowed.
You are present obverse me,
so i surmise ,what was i deemed to tell you ?
How are these innervation?
This aurora feels like twilight.
Words keep coming to my lips
and then blushes away,
words are emulated every time in my eyes.
Its my urge,but how do I apprise,
all the things that my heart affirms.


Why do I have to tell,the words that are un uttered ?
Heart listens and heart speaks.
This is the night we have for our hearts .
Heart without enunciating seems like palavering.
It triggers of all the secrets of my heart.
When there is sensibility,sensitiveness and sentiment,
then what else I have to say or auscultate?
When you are there ,
O sacrosanct  .....

SILHOUETTE

Flares are paintings.
Flares are painters.
Flares are palate of colors.
Deep love of red,immense feelings of blue.
Portrait of love are the
flares of a damsel.
Flares are paintbrushes.
Flares are canvases.

CHIMERA

Touch the dream,
feeler be ablaze,
if the dream is a flame.
Feeler be abate,
if the dream is briny deep.
Feeler will sheer into ashes,
if the dream is corpse like .
At the tip of the finger,
the sun will rise,
if the dream would only have been a dream.......