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.

Happy New Year 2011

May the New Year bring all the mirth,
to you and your family on this earth.
May the heavenly angels make,
the coming year without any ache.

Happy New Year Twenty Eleven

He still wishes for the cloths of heaven

He still wishes for the cloths of heaven

The dreams have trampled and

The cloths have seared.

The night is cruel and

The heart has been speared.

The joy is lost but

the alley is gleamingly lit.

The wait is excruciating,

as if the arms are slit

He lives to cherish love

and can gladly greet death.

Would she need him, he'll

comeback beyond his last breath.

His smile is missing but

her image is still graven.

The stars are too far but

he still wishes cloths of heaven.

@loner

Extant Love

Extant Love

They say love leads to God,

but I say there is joy when I seek you.

They say God leads to solace,

but there is love when I reach you .

They say mortals suffer when they love,

but I say there is happiness in the quest.

They say adoration cannot be extant,

but there is exhilaration when expressed.

They say everybody doesn't recognise love

but I say this is law of nature.

They say forget the uncordial,

but this would be a bad gesture.

They say do not pursue the virago ,

but I say my life has no choice.

They say it is a fatuous fable,

but then this is my only rejoice.

@loner