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.