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.

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.