Seperation

Here's a song I write to you sanely in love
I wanna write you fast and short
That my words may reach you sooner.
Whenever you feel our love's boat in rough weather,
Think that it's just a passing storm;
That the serene season isn't far.

Yeah this is my song I write to you sanely love.
I close my eyes to see you laugh.
I whisper the words you ever wanna hear.
I say them over and over that you may hear.

Here's that song I write to you sanely in love.
When I think that you belong to time and place another,
Or that I know nothing of your thoughts,
I feel a tinge of envy not part of love,
Or is that what they call love?
This is my song I write to you sanely in love.

Isolated Emotions

Doesn’t sorrow feel delighted when
It strikes with a passionate misery?
Or frightened with the stark reality
That it is only living on lamentation?

Doesn’t fear seem to be content as
It desires and lusts behind affliction?
And finally achieving its own horror
Does it ever feel a sense of security?

Does love, being repudiated, endures
The remorse, the axiomatic certainty
Of facing an encounter with hatred
That torments its exasperated self?

Submission, sometimes must meet
A victory over trust and resistance,
And does it, then, feel confident
About never letting go of its faith?

Does envy, when it gets the more
Of everything it was wary about,
Drops its garb of jealous appearance
And prides in its fleeting affluence?

Do emotions forsake one another,
Or share an integral togetherness?
Isolated or are they hand in hand,
Sorrowfully loving a fearful life?

Love Garden

I am the garden that make lovers meet
My morning starts when their evening dawns
And tired hearts after office hours turns to beat
With bare feet they are wetted in dew of my lawns

I have seen lovers from their budding stage
When innocently they look like two ships stare
And the sea of love between them float and gage
In soft susurrus waves they tinkle and care

First eyes steal a glance with a guilt of feel
Again they meet for that guilt was too sweet
Thrice their eyes meet, trying the hearts to steal
And last they meet along with their hands in greet

I shake a leaf to drift from one stem so high
To tease the pair of ‘leaves’ locked in love below
Sleepily it falls without even a sigh
Oscillating with the love-wind’s flow

My leaf might not have rested on their ears to tinkle
Nor my sun flowers have them stare awhile
My wind’s poke felt short to melt their warmth to rekindle
But still then, my face was lit with their smile

Then I brought the nightingale to my aid
Which was crooning a song to an ignorant tree
I muffled it from there to where the lovers laid
In arms, shying but longing for some tune in plea

The tune grew in length giving them company
As the lovers rested their lips and stopped chirping
First their hearts, then their feet drunk the melody
And tapped in tune gauging the nightingale sing

Every evening such paired little fairies come
In my shade with silent feet to talk with the trees
And often with the nightingale they start to hum
While I touch them lovingly through the breeze

Rain

We walk together,

in this rain,

hand held in hand,

with smiles of joy;

exchanging glances,

that maintain,

this unity will not be cloyed.

So calm we feel,

so full of grace;

but our embrace,

is soon replaced,

by mournful grief,

brought upon,

so suddenly,

by streaks of light,

a truly blinding,

magnificent sight,

of lighting that

with curious aim,

strikes my head,

and as it splats,

I fall in shivers,

beneath your feet,

soon to part,

into eternal sleep,

while sweetest lover,

You kick my corpse,

into the gutter,

and walk on by

in silence.