Damsel

When words doth fail,
What do I say,
Save notes of gratitude,
Words dost betray,
Save emotions I feel.

Who hath seen thee?
Nor hath I felt thy skin,
And yet so near thou art to me,
That I feelth thee every second,
Minute and hour...what days and nights...

See for in the serene nights,
Maddening day,
I think of thee,
Wander and wonder at thy thought
For every hope that turns me down,
Thy words and smiles,
Pulls me up...

You

And when the night in its silence brings,
The gentle wind, the shining stars,
And behind the cloud, a reflected moon,
I stare to it and sing a song,
The chilly night warms me up,
So long as the moon I reminiscence is you!

Dilemma

To see or to be blind?
Who has seen the future that awaits?
Neither the blind nor who own vision,
Tell me, what next second brings onto you!

To hear or to turn deaf?
Where is justice that you seek?
Those who have heard, those cries of agony and pain,
Who have spoken?
And for those who spoke, have their words been heard?

Would I exist or not?
Who has seen the future?
The question, a pendulum,
Hanging by a thread,
Causing a dilemma of my very existence.

Am I me or am I else?
How do I know; who I am?
Scorn and laugh at me,
But I ask to you to prove me your existence,
Who are you? What’s your name?

Thence I say,
Life – hanging by the thread,
What next second brings, no one knows,
What’s our existence, we fail to know!

Untold words, I am Sorry!

And when someone thee adores,
In a single day changes colour,
‘spite the twenty summers and same the winter,
We have been together,

How do you cope?
When the spring turns autumn,
And the autumn stays for long,
Formal words, mouth so mum,
What do you dread?
When hope turns grey?

I long not the silence,
I long not the pain,
Crying in nights,
Tears in smiles,

And when despair bites you,
Help becomes helplessness,
When every word thou speakst becomes a source of pain,
Trust on to me, I ere not to see thy suffrage.

Thence silence is a bliss,
I stay wordless, thou feelst no pain,
And still I wonder, does my silence hurt you the same?

I fail not to know,
I fail to feel,
Thou art my joy, inspiration and a source of pride,
Alas I fail to confess these very words,
For every word I speak, I have hurt thine heart!

Winter Love ...many hath lost, few have won!

The nights are long,
Eternal seems the day,
The wait too restless,
Patience is burden;

As I ere for her presence,
Heart in jubilance sings and pounds,
Emotions I feel, words fail to express,
My heart is for thee;
Thou art for me.

Could I then breathe?
The fragrance of a flower?
That blossoms in joy ‘spite the winter so cold?
OR
Could I breathe?
The scent of her body?
And forget my hunger by her words so sweet?
Words and laughter, helplessness and love,
Thou art cherished for long,
Within my memories,
Thine love blossoms on,
And it speaks what thou fail to confess,

Love is a game of heart,
Where many hath lost,
Only few have won!

Distant Distance?

So far yet so near you seem to me,
I feel you, in each passing hour,minute and second are we not away?
And still with it, we get so very close.

With you by my side,
I reckon not the distance,
Thus I ponder and gaze; ask to you…
Define the distance and I will fill the journey…

A blessing you are to me,
So late, yet still you are,
so far, yet so near you are to me,
I feel you, every passing hour,
Hour to minute; minute to second, we are not away,
You are so very close.

Distant Love

Love I pray, I feel your emotions that you feel,
In tranquil nights and maddening crowds at day,
I think of you, your fragrance of love; thus is real,
And does it not help me find light in the dark way?
‘spite our distance, I feel your presence; I do,
For further the journey, love strengthens and play,
In the sombre nights and aloof days, I thus, eye your way,
You are here, and you are not, and yet thine sound,
Thine laughter, thine smile, thine voice, oh! so very sweet,
I recall and re-cherish the moments we shared,
‘neath the trees, hidden by the bushes,
And how love dwelled, those kisses and embraces…
Smile my princess, never worry of our distance,
For every air you breathe, I breathe the same air too.