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.

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?