When the nights are blue...

Over the mountains, across the lands
I want your hands holding my hands.
Keeping away the distances and filling up the holes
I want the merging of our souls.
Being far you may not realize
But I want you to look into my eyes
And feel the life which I feel
With the same romantic zeal.

Bewildered, my Dear, with your enchantment
I experience between us a magical attachment
You pull me up with the strings of Love
I fly to you on the wings of Dove.
I remember the beautiful nights we spend
With the flows which ceased to end
I remember you spreading your nectar around
The taste of which was never ever found.

Seduced by the aroma of your presence
I often get lost in your elegance
The bridges I mend for you to ride
In the same attire and stride….
When the first time we met
When all our emotions were wet
Followed by the motions so strong
I want them all to long and long.

Hearing your voice in the chirps of birds
Feeling your smell in the pinky buds,
I stand on the same shore and wait for you,
Come, My Knight, when the nights are Blue….

Come, My Knight, when the nights are Blue.

REFLECTIONS

Locked up in the mirrors of thoughts,
The reflections of which are very painful.
The extremes of vision view thoughts within thoughts
And further thoughts therein.
No substance and no life.
Mere imaginations and the abstracts alike....
Where was I...?
No, not even in the farthest mirror
The huge cluster of earths - the same ME
Was lost somewhere
In these dense forests of thoughts.

Reflections, reflections and only reflections
And I was nowhere to be seen.
The reflecting rays pierced the soul within
And came out lighting the glassy image in their way.
This taciturn flora of thoughts
Discovered the ephemeralism of life
Articulating to verbalize the unfelt touch
The images started fading away.

Spreading away their lives of lights
The images died.
Again new images with their infinite series of reflections
Filled up the void of emptiness created.
The reflections which entangle among themselves..
The reflections which are very hard to decipher..The reflections which are short-lived but are Eternal

Fading Heart

My whole life is but a night
Waiting for a new dawn to arrive
Runnig and rushing for the things unknown
Expressing the gloom which was never ever shown

May be i cud question my fate
Of why good things come so late
Of all the darkness my life face
Of all the tears my eyes shred

There are times when i feel so down
Sometimes I do act like clown
Laughing away my life so long
With painted face I sing a song

Inside is a storm, i know no rest
The pain swirls inside my breast
It has no one but a fading heart
Striving to blink with efforts so hard

If only someone heard me cry
If only my seasons were not all dry
If only someone felt my pain
If only I cud have some gain

If only the autumn had not come
If only my sorrows were all done
If only I was on my shore
If only I cud breathe a bit more...

The Horizon - Not met

Thinking of MY HORIZON I started this sweet journey...

Soothing and calm were the waves which carried

With them the nectar of life
Rising and falling and rising..
What a splendid start...!!!

Glancing my past from this gloomy corner
I can see the meandering ways of life
With storm that swirled the thoughts within
Exhausted by thrusting infinite deserts beneath..
My heart broods over my painful days...

Encountered miseries and worries too
Walked a long way hand in hand
On the endless sandy path
The specs of which..
Still bring water to my droughty eyes...

Met many mirages on the way
Each lighting a new flame
And when i approached with a parched heart
They burnt the canvas which..
Guided my own sail...

With happiness effacing from my life
I see my joys envying my grieves
With only a void left around
I hear the echos shout..
Wearing away my shatterd self...

I still think of MY HORIZON...
Turbulent and wild are the waves which carry
With them the burden of life
Falling and falling and never rising..
What a horrific END...!!!