Mamta …of love and ‘motions

I ponder at nights,
I think of you in days,
Restless nights…unrestful days,
Should I not long…eye your way?

Thee shall cometh,
I know for sure,
Thou art far…away too far,
And yet thine presence,
Oh! is it not close to me?
I ask to thee, and it is, I say.

And as I stare, gaze and stare,
Look at the moon,
I ask to you,
Whose heart has trod?
…trodden on the paths of prickling thorns and merry pain?

And I walk for you,
Yes! These very lanes,
Step on my shoes, you won’t fail,
To the paths you travelled, so soft and safe,
My feet dost bleed…it dost bledth!

Friends

The paths that I lived,
How much I long to re-live,
Wandering in wonder,
I ere for my friends…

Oh! how I lament, miss those days,
Laughter and teases,
Angers of innocence!

And yet here I am,
In an surrounding alien to me,
And like a fish that shakes on the land,
I long for water, to dive in…


My wonderful bygone days!
Where two were one, ten were one,
Together we did walk,
Alas! Vision my eyes,
Eyes that long for resemblance,
In the grave souls of individualism!

WORDS! MY WORDS!
Fly and reach their hearts,
Tell them how much…
Just how much I miss them…
Long their presence…

The paths that I lived…
How much I want to re-live…

Thus to you, I ask a question,
FRIEND’S FOREVER?

Mortal Emotions

Joy…sorrow…pain…
Loss…tears…cries…
Happiness…departures…
Arrivals…farewells…
Kisses…love…
Hatred…hopes…
Dreams…desires…
War…peace…
Disturbed…reality…
Last wish…
Last line…
Forlorn hope…
Betraying breath…
Never coming life…
LAMENT!
Console…
Amen!!!

Merry Thoughts

Tranquil nights I harvest thoughts;
Songs of joy, songs of laughter,
Hearken my words, do you fail to live your life?
Breath is all on your way,
Not in the end…

I strive…you strive…strive should we all,
Work for a better tomorrow,
Cultivate pleasant thoughts,
Beauty from within,
See; not from the skin,
Smile in tears…laughter in cries…

And how merry! Look everything is to be!
Fail not to feel…feel my words,
Live and breathe…breathe my words,
Then see how life…
Life merry is to be…
Merry and plesana,
Of wonders and romance,
Fragrance of joys…merry lives!

Night’s reflection…

Stare should I not?
Vpon thy face that sparkles all night?
Shall I fail to confesse?
Thou art too cherished to be past selfe’s mind?

Time dost play games onto us,
Taking and giving,
Oh how it dost make one strong!
To face life…stand upright the next time it cometh!

Thee art a proofe of the time’s blessing to me,
I yonder and gaze, oh! how gay am I vpon thy arrival!
The trodden steps I long,
To step again onto thy presence,
The fading fragrance I ere,
To breathe again from thy heart,

What dost thy heart resonate?
What dost it long for?
A presence that thee miss?
Hug selfe close…feel thy heart…shadow…
The existence clings onto you…with you…Oh! and when thee feel!
Hark! The wind, it howls in joy,
The day’s sun shines bright,
On the moonless night, the moon sparkles in joyly light…

And how we both stare,
The joyed moon,
Reaching onto nights,
…to exchange our hearts;
Should I professe in tranquil joy?

Tempting Words...Unfelt Emotions

I stare at the people,
Yet stay awkward,
Looking and staring..
My heart drifts to you…

Your memories so fine,
I could rest my head and drown upon a far land,
Where the fragrance never leaves its place,
To the place where only love,
Reigns upon you and to me…

I stay perplexed for love came unnoticed,
Unexpected…when least expected…
Thus I wonder if love comes when clueless…
To fill thy heart…
And in sheer joy, emotions does overwhelms me,
Words does betray save heart that beats…
I wonder of you,
Think but of you…
My words betray…
Save emotions that you feel…

Departing Note

Sudden tempest of overwhelming words,
Thoughts that gaze at a departing figure,
Words does betray,
Save emotions unfelt…un-thought…unexpressed…

Thus I pray my words from within,
Reverberate deep down her heart,
while it echoes through the narrow lanes and wide streets,
up the sky’s heights to the sea depth…

The wind dare not stir the feeling blue,
Nor silent waters raise in rage,
Pertain it not,
For I am stiff like a stone without it…

Thus I stare and gaze at you,
Wondering if your heart feels it too,
Would unshed emotions betray thy eyes?
Let it not…be it not…
“For in the tranquil nights,
Serene skies,
No matter if the stars do not shine,
Shall not be you scared,
For I pierce the soft tender…dark hovering nights,
Every single night,
And guide you…protect you…love you…”

Glory de’ Fire

The brightest of the brightest sun,
Gaze at the reflection emblazed,
From the vivid light of life,
That gives me hope…at times when I’m down,

The darkest of the darkest nights,
Yonder the glowing fire,
That shows me path…to cope your darkness,

The deepest of the deepest seas,
See what is more than you,
The feeling that are there,
The pounding heart that lives and beats for…

Alas! These words are of a fondly mistaken fool,
Who fondly believes to be,
The world’s a stage,
The play for him!

Mystic ‘mage

I heard that voice in the quaint dark night,
A deep voice I couldn’t reach enough,
Something mysterious it was…
The wind howled…

And now I recall what the voice was,
A soft murmur…a sweet resonating voice of love,
Your image was clear,
A girl wit the angelic beauty,
That glimmered in the night so quiet,

The mysteries of life,
The images that are fake, yet those dance in your eyes,
Those mirrors that lie,
Those smiles that cry…

Healing scar

Consoling words of ‘sorry dear’,
I profess but wonder its touch,
For even if the wound is gone,
The scar continues to remain.

Should I feel the touch,
Or understand its existence,
As it tries to heal the scar deep within,
Or makes the wound sore?...

Would it touch my heart?
And would you hold my hands after it?
Or should I see the scar,
Then feel the wound?

In a company, I am lonely,
I sigh…take a long breath,
And still am lonely…
So my eyes stare to the horizon…
Far away from the crowd…

Thus I long to smile…
I smile in tears…I smile from skin,
Not from within…

My heart pounds in joy,
And cries in tears…melancholic joy…

You say, Oh! dear I am sorry…
The wound it heals…
But the scar remains…

Spring in Autumn...let love blossom...

The withering sounds of autumn,
Refrained by the fragrance of spring,
That has come to mark the presence,
Of a sweet aroma of a dream's girl...

Untold words...unheard confessions,
Of humanly emotions...humanly words,
Beating heart that pounds for a presence,
And yet wonders its name...

The countless emotions debarred by cautious words,
Overwhelming feelings held from heart,
I scorn and chide to self,
To see her smile...and I smile in tears...

Emotions don't betray, nor will I,
Hold my hands, and we'll walk down the streets...
To a journey of life and long...
Upon the stars and reach the sun,
Upon the heaven and the air...
The fragrance of our love will linger on...

Would thy heart…

Would thy heart, forever beat?
Spreading the fragrance of immortal bliss?
Upon the rocky cliffs,
To the sandy beach…
Down upon the earth…and the heaven above…

A journey destined…
To reach the end,
Cherish the travel,
And subdue that thronging pain…

Servitude from solitude,
Endless hope from dying fire,
And when the fire of desire that burns within,
Oh! beloved, thou art blessed.
With thy fragrance of immortal bliss,
That I hear on the night of the day,
Upon the rocky cliffs,
To the sandy beach…
Down upon the earth…and the heaven above.

Mystic Existence

The lingering sound of tranquillity,
With its fragrance of eternal joy,
Subtle sublime voices,
Ponder philosophy of deep mystic existence,

In every second…minute…passing hours and days,
Should I look…wait…eye your arrival;
Longing for your smile upon which,
I would drown deep below the sea,
To the depths I fail to fathom?

Soundless voices, let thy heart speak,
As it pounds to a special name,
Forget the journey…the distance apart,
Thy heart is a gem of angelic love,
That mortals below eye.

Inconstancy

How would you learn,
When you know so much of what you are to learn?
Would you decipher the truth from the lies?
Or would you let it pass as it came?
…with a subtle sublime smile,
That surpasses beauty?

A vision comes to my mind,
In search of knowledge,
Where could I go?
Or do I wander at some unknown destination?
…destiny ordained by the creator I know?

With the vision,
I stay restless…nights and days,
Consoling myself looking the moon and the sun…
Rising and setting…inconstantly moving,

I know ponder at some thoughts,
Wandering to search nirvana,
Overcome my restlessness,

And finally I ask,
Would I be redeemed,
After my elated ecstasy of joyous nirvana…?
…rising from restlessness to a python’s patience?

Do not we serve?
If we just stand and wait?

Creator’s Art

What do these men read?
Of noble words? Heavenly thoughts?
Reading prayers?
Interpreting a creator’s art?

What would they learn?
And would it last?
Or do they wonder…wander at the art?

Would they know?
The creator’s voice?
That reverberates within…?
That they do not hear?

They read…yet not listen,
A work of an art,
A piece of his life,
And distort the words,

I sit back, stare…perplexed…
What would they learn?
And would it last?
Or do they wonder…wander at the art?

Fair Time

Fair faces that I once adored,
Now I see them fade,…
Bend upon the powerful time,
A change would do you good…or would it?

Thy eyes that danced…
Is now filled with weariness,
It has now seen the whole world round,
Experienced deaths and losses…sufferings and pain,
Relations turn frail or strong or break…
…save an unhid talent, death to self.

And so you walk frail on your stick,
I recall how young and gay, you once were,
But you are still beautiful,
With time, the best thing to my life…

But who would hear,
Despite eyes of weariness,
And body frail to support,
Our hearts are young,
“For I loved you from within,
Never from the skin.”

A cadence of silence then filled the air.

Forlorn Hope

Distant sound of a willowing cry,
I heard when the wind blew hard,
What did it say?...cry for?
Disillusioned by a thought, I didn’t hear well.

Unheard sounds of fragrance are cherished,
With its mysterious existence,
I forlorn hope, stay quiet and calm,
Sweet are heard melodies,
Unheard melodies; sweeter and to eternity.

Now with this disillusion,
Could I give up life?...and memories I have?
Never! For I cannot dwell…
For I’m still nothing without them.

And so I ponder, the depth of life,
I tried to…but couldn’t reach to depth,
For I had forlorned hope,
And without it, I cannot stay…

Earthly child who gave up hope,
I’m in search of a heaven I will reign.

Redeemed

DISTANT memories of perishable life,
I wander aimless in a world of vain,
Of narrow lanes and sceptical thoughts,
Did I achieve what I longed…?...went in for a search?

…save ecstasy without tranquillity,
Spoken words that aren’t listened,
Prayed prayers that go unheard,
And tears of sufferings for which I yearned compassion…

But then the spring of joy,
With rainbows toppled over the skies,
Came to my vision with ambivalent sounds,
Of the heavenly voice,

“blessed art thee,
come forth to my kingdom of enlightened saints,
to eternity shall thee live,
perish thy body,
forever shall thee be redeemed.”

Intricate details of life

From a thousand lies to a single truth,
Of evergreen thoughts of human misery,
Sufferings contemptible, unborn sentiments,
Vigilant answers of enigmatic existence.

Wandering soul searching for constancy at an aimless goal,
To wonder…amuse…over-gaze life…
An intruder of cautious curiosity
Beguiles at the cloudless moon,
With a freverant wish
To overcome life
With a dream of parallel existence…

Bemoan to the ruthless journey,
To elated ecstasy of joyous nirvana,
Wandering to amuse,
The sun shines bright,
Tranquillity is born,
Aimless goal overcomed…

Insane life of mad hysteria…
Intricate details of human life…

Immortal Bliss

“Forgive me beloved,
I am mortal…thee to eternity”

To-be faded roses surrounds the garden,
With its earthly fragrance; adored by men,
And in the middle there stands a rose…
Crimson red with bright green leaves.
And azure eyes of deep mystic love…
A rose of life…immortal bliss?

A gen-n that I saw and loved;
And yet swept by my sin,
And that rose so red,
Whose eternal fragrance I breathe tonight,
Is you with your love.

The weeds of the flowers fade away,
With it withers those fragrance,
Earthly smell, rests for short,
But that deep red,
To eternity will not fade.

Mundane earth, mortal love,
Dying men, short fragrance of earthly sweetness,
Yet your existence isn’t short or mortal,
Neither your love…
Till the sun shines warn and bright,
And so long the night falls whilst men sleep…
Today to eternity…

Black or White?

A body embellished with roses that are deep red,
With curtains black and white;
Someone moans in pain or joy,
I don’t know, as I am distant to the sound…
What be it, it’s a black-white life…withered life…

Those curtains never open,
The light of the Sun…the morning’s mist,
Never do they see, and long to see.
Their life’s dark…or were made dark?
Silent voices of painful memories, over gazing thoughts,
Unstoppable tears…?
Moaning voices of joy, ecstatic people, earthly joys…?

Black or White?
White of Black?
I sit back,
At times try to know,
What it all is,
Yet, I have busy schedules from morn to eve,
I try to sleep…
As I wonder what sounds are they…
I slept.

Rich and Ragged

Ragged jeans, half torn shirts;
Wretched bodies…worn out faces with faeces,
Tired eyes…beaten up…baffled by life,
...and a new boy walks away with a rich man’s attire…

New boy walks to his home,
Sits on the chair, while his maid serves his food,
He eats half…throws away the remaining,
…but on the street, the ragged boy spreads his bowl for alms…

Ragged boy’s day’s earning; a dollar…more or less,
Could he eat? Sleep? Or feed his children…? What does he do with it?
New boy spends his money of work,
In extravagance…unjust fragrance…

By the end of the day,
Both head to their home,
To ragged boy, earth’s a home…
New boy’s home; a mansion he owns…

New boy sleeps in his comfortable bed,
Ragged boy looks at the moon,
Spreads his arms, weeps…seeks for justice,
Lays on the ground, weeps and tries to sleep…

Did he sleep? I don’t know…
But I know for sure,
He’s got yet another day to work tomorrow…

Rage…

That bright sun, hid behind the clouds above,
Then the gentle wind blew in euphoria,
And the harsh breeze,
With its enchanting spell,
Filled with sounds of mystic melody,
Treacherous yet spell bounding…

Life is short lived,
So I felt the change,
Discerning…distressing to the vision I own,
The memories of yours,
Drained in vain…

Life isn’t all of happiness,
There are words, tears unshed…
OR unfelt, I ask with a fondly thought,
Your tears and joys, unshed…
Your unspoken silences…heard within.

Some words are best unsaid,
The love you own, is best unexpressed,
Wish her all the joys,
Tell her I’m here when you fall.

Weeping heart, MY EYES are dry.
Mumbling lips, MY LIPS are dead.
Time…cruel time…YOU are ruthless.
Unheard voice, YOUR EARS are deaf!

Un-figured Words

The little crickets make gruesome noise,
As I stared in today’s horizon,
The cold breeze at times blows,
Then it stops, bringing the warmth of your love.

Thus I wonder, do you think of me?
I ponder at the thought…staring to the horizon,
…that I view as your eyes…
Looking at me…guiding me…tending to say,
I am there…here for you.

At this thought,
Tender breeze blew,
Maybe you are the horizon,
Or an illusion I own?

Mortals are we!
Illusions we perceive,
I know its you,
So I look the moon,

That moon so round,
I looked and stared up to it,
Mystic face it seemed to make,
I stared it till the horizon cried…

It felt warm,
I was drenched,
Shivering yet hypnotic,
I gazed the moon,
The cold breeze blew in mighty fury.

Thinking you might…as well be there,
Thinking of me…the way I do…
I retraced my steps…
Yet my destiny…I failed to know…

Longing...

The merry tune, I heard tonight;
Romance filled the air…joyous sounds it made,
With sweet…silent whispers of love,
Words of promises, another Romeo…
Another Juliet I heard…

Hold my arms, tender is the night,
So are your eyes, that speak of love…
Those eyes that drifts me to a nomads land,
As I stare into it,
Thence I dream, of you and me,
Joyous together…no misery…

Cling to me, like you now do,
Rest your head, upon these shoulders,
Cry your heart,…save your soul,
A heart debarred from love, it echoes hard…

Wake up! Wake up!
Is it a dream?
The merry tune I dreamt tonight,
With sweet silent whispers of love,
Words of promises…another Romeo…
Another Juliet passed.

Hectic Words on the Run

Hectic words on the run,
That just ere to say,
In utter silence…

Willing to sing a song of a praised glory,
In the rhythmatic tune,
With the unwritten…heard lyric,
Melancholic song…felt…heard from within,

Rush! Quick! The words would slip away,
The breeze that howls will blow it,
And then you never would hear,
That beating heart…
The sweet sound from the mumbling lips,
Forever unheard…ever pounding in pain,

Let the breeze resent…subside,
I’d tell...hear those words,
The hectic words on the run,
Make me not be a living pendulum,

I heard the hectic words of the run…

Howl! Oh! Breeze,
Forever in rage,
Bring in silence,
Blow away the words of vase…

Un-mystified…

Words never is needed, nor to be heard,
When the innocence of your eyes that glares,
To form an existence you own,
A hundred words said in silence…
A picture speaks a thousand…

The luring eyes,
That looks far away to a horizon,
Longing for something loved…adored…
Something missing…yet too mystic to own,
The vagueness of human eyes solved…

And then I long…stand in front of you,
Shake you…hug you…say to you…
“Look! I am here.”

Alas! You are a mortal being,
I, a soul passing from purgatory…

Your sunken heart, that sank me in depth,
Your luring eyes forever lures me,
I stand away,
You long…I…

The vagueness of human eyes…
Alas! Never is demystified…

Awkward Joy

The unheard sound…unthought,
Echoes within the beating heart,
Silence of the murmuring whisper,
The joyous voice in deep tenderness sang;

Those mystical thoughts of ever pounding love,
Bestowed by your vision that I own,
Soft, silent, tender to heart,
Your existence I long as I watch you sleep…
Ah! See the world sleeps with you.

The euphoria of the night’s joy,
Will it last to linger on?
Or is it to fade?
Do I self claim an illusion?

Hurt heart, pound in joy,
Streaming tears, fall in joy,
For today is a night to remember.

But alas! He was always there for her,
And yet she belonged to someone else’s arms…

Lost Cause

Something slipped down, passed unnoticed,
From the lips of my eyes,
The rain soaked, my eyes are wet,
By the falling droplets,…
It is easy to cry,
In the rain tonight.

See the night is long,
So are your memories…painful…piercing…unrestful,
Like the night I hear that whispers,
A strange tune of melancholy,
But the lyrics I can’t hear.

Elusive…mystical…your enigmatic existence,
Provoking…luring…vaguely adored memories,
Fondly I ask, what love is,
“Smiles and tears…sorrows and pain.”

Bring the wine, the unhurtful kiss,
And let me drink full till the early morn,
Solace my loss, erase my memories
…that subtle sublime smile.

Shh! I heard a voice,
Nay, I didn’t…I did…did you?

The guilty flame of the burning fire,
Warm…hot…flickering to silence,
What comes does go,
Let it go, let it pass,
It is easy to say,

But I stirred burning ash,
In the dying fire…

A Note to the Beloved

Let there a day come between of us,
Where neither meets the none,
Yet I wish you to know,
That thee reside in my heart forever long,

Those times we spent together….yesterday,
The moment we share, but for the day,
Journey dost not matter when it be the aching heart,
The Sun shines far, yet we feel its warmth.

Away! Away! Thee solemn night,
Fly away, nay! I not ere for thee,
But that thorn of love,
That goes deep…pierce the flesh…

That thorn’s tranquillity, I wish to take,
The kiss of her lips, I long to drink as the wine,
Forever it would remain,
Tranquilizing sedation at times I am down.

If thee fear, the miles count, to the love I own,
Let the Sun’s rise be my love,
Forever shall I shine above of you,
To protect you, watch you,
Guide you through your way.

But then you consider, my love an illusion,
A true love, lo! If faded by your thought,
The dark night hovers over the sky,
A spark subsided,
It is time for me to go.

Cobbler and Priest

Those little leather shoes,
I made by my hands,
Hard work it had been to form,
My fingers at times bled…hard word pays off…

The shoes you wear, I made with my toil,
I am a cobbler, so be I,
My work is my duty,
Never did I complain,

Yet there he stays, in that God’s graced place,
Recites those prayers and the hymns,
He washes his people’s sin,
But never did my…holy soul he is.

Yet he wears, those shoes I make,
But never ere to touch me…shake my hands,
He would be sinned…
Had he touched, a cobbler’s skin.

So I stay away from him,
Or he does so, I never know,
Holy Spirit, is he pure?
Untouched me, am I sinned?

Those little shoes,
I make by my hands,
He wears those of my pairs,
But never ere to touch me on my skin,
he would be sinned,
had he touched a cobbler’s skin,
Priest and Cobbler,
Cobbler and Priest,
These humanly relations,
Never does exist.

Serene Night

Serene is the night,
With the twinkling stars above the sky,
Fancy light it acts tonight,
While the fair moon shines upon your beauty’s grace.

Like the soft quiet night,
So is the sea, tranquil and calm,
While the gentle breeze blows to the tune of the keys,
You danced in grace, I stood in dismay…

Dazzled…perplexed…struck by awe,
Disillusioned…stunned…silent…mum…
Words dare not come close to define you,
The night’s tranquil, I’d best stay mute.

Hush! Hark! Those fluttering leaves,
The colossal breeze that tonight fills the air,
The modest waves of the sea,
And your soft breaths of unheard mystic words…

See the night, long…soft and calm,
I’d wish to behold you by your arms,
Feel your breath…
And those mystic words, I ere to hear…

Let the piano continue to play,
And the breeze to blow till the dawn,
Let the waves of the water raise in joy,
I heard them…
Shh! The sea is calmer now…

Delighted Dream

I dream far to the horizon,
Where the heaven’s eye,
Sleeps in the mundane’s vast sea cot,
I dream to rise…I dream to set…

Like the heaven’s eye that overlooks the earth,
Yet never forgets to shine nor to set,
I wish to shine, and haply later set,
Unfold those mysteries…unmystify the world,
Scribble the truths buried deep down my ancestral past,
Over the clouds everyone looks at…
And then spread my love, I dream like else.

So thence I have a dream I ere,
Huge mountains I wish to conquer,
A dream to shine…rise in dawns,
But never forget; to set in dusk.

That radiant light, I wish to spread,
Warm and pure, love to all,
Black or white, I wouldn’t choose one,
Equal to light, so is to shade

I dreamt a dream,
Yet stood aghast; look where I stand,
I am a man,
Heaven’s majesty, I ere to win.

Poets Poem

The hearts of emotion forever does betray,
For I have lived yet not fully but redeemed what lies ahead,
Let it come as it may,
Drifted by meanless memories of who, and may I can
Become and live with we what is left to me,

With those cold winds,
Those winds that whispers gentle through my restless ears,
Frame them, hark those gentle winds,
Shouting and shouting silently of never endless mysteries;

Those hearts mixed in the wind,
Drowning life with it…the wind blows away those memories…
The memories I cherished,
The memories that has lived in and between my reckless life, but again swept

Memories I have cherished and indulged, but swept by winds,
Never again in my embrace,
Never again be kept,
Never again will I hold you near

Oh! my damsel in dust,
Never again in my embrace,
Should I stare black pictures of memories,

Away from my reach…high up in the sky,
Up above, so high above,
High in the sky I surrender all what is left to me,
So up above…I surrender my thoughts of the mystery days,
Save my memories for I’m yet nothing without them

Yet I heard your voice deep down my heart,
But couldn’t reach deep down enough to catch it,
Your heart is a bottomless pit…
You mourned, I stood still.

Fair Moon

Every fairness sometimes decline,
A moon from distance looks beautiful; eyed by all
Walk near to it,
And you’ll see hollow spots, it’s ugly…nay it’s just not what you saw


Yet the moon is,
‘spite its dark spots,
Gives light in the dark…
Thus is loved by all,…the beauty outcasts the dark

Early morn,
Now ere to see it,
Never will you see,
‘till the sun fades…then it’s you

The moon then I think,
Cast its spell in the flowing river,
It looked beautiful,…ravishingly beautiful,
Ye its bank stayed there…dark…least noticed…

The moon yet is adored,
Vague it maybe, yet loved by most,
Save those unnoticed,…
Yet consoled by themselves…

Yet the dark is redeemed by light,
The beauty be-throned by the beholder’s eye,
Life’s a shadow and the sun,
Ever fairness thence decline.

Love's Note

The beating of the hideous heart,
That stayed silent, unknown to all,
It stayed quiet, beat by some pounding name,
I knew…mockery you didn’t…

And now, after all these time,
The hideous heart, now I know,
Tribute to the love of yours,
Understood…understand; forever I will…

You heart’s beat, thence I recall,
One…two…it pounded in you,
“I love you,” you seemed to say,
Three…four…
“But will you to?”

“Words of love, are best unexpressed,
Let him know…let him find…”
One…two…your heart thus beat,
“I love you,” I heard you say,
Three…four…
“nay doubt me, I love you too.”

Love never, will be hidden,
See in her eyes that glimmer today…tonight,
Touch her lips…kiss her head,
Then with gentle smile, hold her close,
Tell her the words, you’ve kept to you,
“I love you dear,
Not just today, forever too.”

Then she will,
Forever be yours,
Hug her, hold her…don’t let her go,
Who knows what tomorrow brings on to you?

A Prayer

I.
GOD before you, I bend on my knees,
Weep with my heavy heart,
A prayer, I pray to you,
Turn in true…please…Oh GOD! I trust in you.

I know you are kind,
You know I am your child,
My wish is true…I pray to you,
I trust in you…I know you heard,
Stay no silent…your child weeps in pain,
Turn it true…please…Oh! GOD! I trust in you…

Nay I ask for earthly wished,
For wealth or fame,
Earthly wishes, I never do,
I wonder what, I will do with it…

I love my love,
He does too,
Make us meet…when…?
I ask to you…
Don’t let me down,
I trust in you…

‘till we meet, I ask you to be,
Be just with him,
At the start of each new day,
To grant him health, and your blessing,
Friends to share…his way through…
I ask for happiness…just for him….
In all things that are, great and small…
But it is for his love, I pray the most to you…

II.
I wonder if god is true,
Faith in him, I never did…do owe,
But by the love you gave,
I wonder if I stood wrong,
Maybe I did…maybe not…maybe…

But you pray, I wish, doesn’t go in vein,
Unthought GOD, I hope it turns true,
Not for me…but to his child that weeps…
To my love…a heavenly child…

Still I wish,
You be with me,
Not just today, but forever too,
Life is short…the world is small…
What goes around…will always come around.