My obsequies

My obsequies

You meant so much for me,

that there was nothing void.

Your smile with those pigtails

is the most I enjoyed.

You may not have the idea,

that now all my tears has run dry.

I want to live to see you,

but my heart is wants me to die.

It would been better if a grave,

had my heart inside it.

It would been better if the desires

were buried deep inside it.

Even for my obsequies,

you may not participate.

But this soul will wait for,

a wreath with your nameplate.

If you fail

It is good to fail in the begining, it prepares you for the worsts .

If you were here

If you were here,

I would have held you.

How much I love you,

I would have often told you.

If you were here,

problems that you have known

may not have disappeared but

you wont have faced it alone.

If you were here,

life might not be that of princess

but at least you would have felt

the life of a unconditional dearness

If you where here,

you would not know life of fears

nupital vows will remembered

till the waning years

Please rain tonight

There is magic in the rain ,

because it can hide pain,

and even if you cry,

no one can see you die.

God in love

God in love

When for someone love is God,

then devotion becomes religion.

Even without miracles,

there is hope in conviction.

Then when love doesn’t answer,

and when expectations dwindle.

Then He teaches you,

how to solve the riddle.

When your love cannot be sighted

He says "Just close your eyes".

Your heart becomes your vision

you'll see beloved over moonrise

He says "Don't ever lose hope"

love has many forms to reveal

Once you use to skip a beat and

now benevolence is how you feel

The forces of nature you cannot defy.

Even if you don’t survive onslaughts,

you can put a person in prison,

but can never its amorous thoughts.

Your Nocturnal visit

Your Nocturnal visit

I know for sure this visit,

is too nice to be real.

But deep down I pretend then

It is nice to be dual.

How can a dream be so clear?

A visage with a classy earring

Beside the Kirk watching her,

can never be tiring.

When I see the ticking clock

my legs run into a fidget.

I leap for her hand in vain

on this nocturnal visit

I offer my soul to the devil

But there is nothing he can assist

and now I lie awake

with my hands stretched in a fist

Sacrifice Flower

Sacrifice Flower



The crumpled flower lives to breathe.
A forsaken with a wish to wreathe,
and with all the will to bequeath.

The garden is no where to seen
and on sight is the temple of queen.
Limping as it drags towards the unseen.

The route was always wended
and the prayers has never been ended.
It was always difficult not to be faded.

It reaches the altar of deathly divinity
and is lost admiring the profound beauty.
At last it lay burnt making all hopes empty.

Happy birthday

Oh heavenly nymph of the ochre land,

today nothing will stand.

Since this day is thirty one,

so lets welcome it with canon.

The breeze is fluttering prayer flags

with some very nasty drags,

but candles are lit in the archway,

with my wishes of Happy birthday.