Poem- 4 Gone with the Winds

Poem- 4
Gone with the Winds

The age of reason has played its ruse on this

Adolescent soul waning

Him away from that obligation

Of being friendly to that

Milk of human kindness.

When, that kind-hearted soul

Was around, everything was

Taken for granted and her

Presence was taken lightly.

Today, that touchstone of

Existence went back to the

Pavilion to take the eternal

Rest and the regrets for

Not caring for her and being

In her scheme of things

Come thick and fast gripping

The thought processes in

A stark pedigree.

But it is too little and too

Late to recreate those

Days of fortitude and

Tenderness shown towards

That impetuous one.

The inability to be

 In her parameters,

The loss of that golden

Opportunity to warm up

Towards her and the sweet

Nostalgia about her can not

Be brought back into its

Full swing

Because, life offers no Second chance

When it comes

To that interminable love

Of a mother.

Poem- 3 et venuste pulchritudo

et venuste pulchritudo ( Charming Beauty)

The wind that blows to my face
carried a pleasant and innocent
fragrance of yours which tells
the prettiness of my charmer,
that, my love is like a blooming flower.

A sudden glimpse of you
fascinated me very much
that you have stolen my heart
you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes.

Come to me my Angel
please do give me
your presence to which
my heart is urging to
express my feeling to you...
that my love is like a blooming flower.

Poem- 2 Birds

Birds

Most beautiful form of God's creation
where those fellows would fly high
freely through the midst of the clouds
enjoying the peace and beauty up above.

Those guys who only bothered about
aesthetic pleasures of the sky
rather than of the worldly matters
see how beautiful God's creation is?

Those individuals with utmost freedom
flying along with the wind
feels pity on the humans
suffering from the worldly pressures
apart from worldly pleasures.

See how beautiful God's creation is?
birds, an embodiment of love and peace
one day my soul would fly along
with them to the heavenly
kingdom where i could find peace and serenity.

POEM -1 A Journey to the Centre of My Dream

A Journey to the Centre of My Dream

The journey i starts
Offered a blissful feeling
Reality which i experienced
Was beyond my imagination
Oh God! was it a dream?

Place that cannot be commensurate with
Our God's own country
With greenish beauty
The beautiful women wearing burkas
With sweet smiling faces
Offered my heart
A world of ecstasy.

The eternal feeling
That aroused within
The walls of my mind
Cannot be expressed through words
Different people, different culture
Exposed hands

The journey to the centre of my dream
Gave me the records of love
The eternal life that i enjoyed
Only for those days
Brought me the power to
Recollect the past which
Would be stored at the
Centre of my mind as good memories.