You sojourned silently in my heart like a perspicuous rain drop.
Yet, you interpreted the sitch as a whole.
You filled up my world with pride and joy of thunder.
Your solemn, and rapt smile captured the dreary, colorless soul.
… And transfiguring it by ceasing a blunder.
Thou occupy me the mystical herald and cajole.
… And indelibly conquer my veins to become my eighth wunder.
Will you fail to recognise the days,
when we walked hand-in-hand?
The moonlit dinner on the pavement,
the tedious walk on sultry afternoons,
Will the affection suffice the recognition?
..and make you go swoon?
The lengthy conversations on the essentials,
made us smile on the inside.
The obnoxious moments made us powerful,
while we captured love as it diversified.
Yet life chose the greatest of wires,
to separate us from an everlasting temptation.
If someday the game comes to an end,
the new world will converge on its own creation.
If one autumn morning I wake up to your cry,
it will be the zone where I’ll retain peace.
…and here I wait in my arena full of addiction,
in search of truth surrounding your depiction.
don’t forget me even if I disguise myself as a shadow;
Because life is what you made me, disguised as Joe.
What happened? I am not blooming, and you know that. Is this how amour prope treats their playfellows?
Life is weird. Making those precipitate was not what we had in mind. I am waiting, and I will be deferring it till your eyes meet the presumptive.
Are you listening?
Clearly not. Else I wouldn’t be writing this.
Well if you are, clearly bring a bit of melancholy to the surroundings. I haven’t heard the birds chirp in a while. Have you?
I haven’t had a good guffaw in a patch. Well, if you do hear me, let me through the orchestra’s of the fellow beginnings.
Life is what you make me.
Life is what you made me.
When feeling and torture is synonymous,
Love is what that transforms to my euphony.
Do you remember the forest trees swinging.
And the moonlit desire of dreams shining?
Oh Yes, you do.
That night the blueness of the sky,
the greenness of the grass had absorbed the pain,
and yet we stand right where we start to cry.
Well, they laugh when we whine,
They dance to what we couldn’t enshrine.
Life is what we perceive,
Come dear, come near me.
Happiness cannot be redefined,
At least that night we will sing forgetting all agony.
…it was already Spring,
The frosty pelts had dwindled us,
I was lost in your spirit of upbringing,
as your presence was too sumptuous.
The arrogance of torture,
the chronicles of tiredness,
all allured to your departure,
with life in its very own clearness.
It is not I was abbe.
My heart pondered in vain.
Only to realize the journey was a lot paddy,
and to mitigate all the pain.
Well, I was plying in my dark hollowness,
where only I had the permission to visit.
My consecration to solemness,
That I had missed every minute.