On the day I met you
I realized the meaning of love,
and its ensuing agony.

From the day we saw each other
I understood the rapture in my soul
And the hunger of my desires, along with
The enormity of my passions.

All that feelings are now shrouded
Under the sweetest thorn of my memoirs
I am smoldering, every moment
Baked in these torrential thoughts.

My dreams are fading away in the
Wild tears, springing from my spirit;
The distorted notes of a broken violin,
A lonely tree without its leaves in the autumn,
The scorched earth under the summer sun, and
A shriveled lotus, of a drained pond.

In the broken wings of my dreams
In the wilted petals of flowers of my mind
In the shadows of my despair
Can’t you bring some life, kindling
My emotions with a mystic spell?


On the shores of a dream…..

Do you know when you came?
Riding in the chariot of a dream
In the early hours of the dawn,
While the sun was amusing in his nuptial bower….As an incomparable piece of music;
Like the long remembered overture of a melody;
Like a tiny drop of tear hanging on the eye lids;
Like the touch of a feather, smothering your love;
Like the silver lining on a ghostly cloud;
Like the ravishing tinge of the rainbow;
Like the nectar flowing out of flute;
Like the golden moments of a precious dream,
Presenting my soul with eternal joy.

Like the splendor lurking in the evening sky
Bidding ‘Adieus’, whispering to the sun
To stay embracing her for a little more time
‘I have to keep vigil to see you again, and
Gather in the east in the early dawn’;
Like the tender grass peeping out on the forehead
Of the sodden earth after the first rain
And the sweet passionate smile on its face
When they hustle in its pleasure.Like the innumerous daughters of the gods
The stars-with their eyelids ajar
In their coyness before the full moon on a wintry night;
Like the golden swans fluttering its wings
In its ecstasy, walking on the shores of love, in unison;
Like the sweet freshness carried to the mind
By watching the helpless raindrops dripping
Reluctantly from the palm fronted roof
Of my humble dwelling…………
“I beg you..
Filling my heart with the strings of these
Vistas, do not fade out of this radiant dream!”