Before Tryst

Keen ever the eyes, the soul of world to ponder,
Away from all the baloney, towards verity yonder,
The rose alike a beauty, a starry nebula night,
Has there been any other, such a sorrow serene sight?
And why the gloom you ask, is it not for all to see,
Kindness punished with apathy, merrily strided still she,
As a must forgetting all pain, a dearest finally of me,
Lasting until now, unbroken unspent now be.
I fear most just again, if the path of thorns do turn,
In spite of exert impeccable, as the world may always burn,
Love can maybe hinder; it must, rather say,
Of another moment of pain, never caring for pay.
Valiant we sparkle for all, now after moments together,
Every corner does remains, dilapidated waiting to gather,
Yearning hope of others, ardently arduous no matter,
Over heights or valleys or wrecks, for all will end no matter, 
Until still the world's quietus, we must try a bit to matter.

A Love Story

You saw my heart,
And drove me away,
Afraid of pain, yet another day.

But times of trust,
Were always meant to be,
Your walls were torn,
You and I became we.

A dainty start anew,
Merriment and warm,
We fell for each other hard,
Still afraid, but overcome,
Just as history was to be written.

In snow, rain, and sun,
Hands held, step by step,
We got lost in each other’s arms,
Each other’s eyes, each other’s heart,
A promise was made, to be each other’s,
While staying away too, whatever the rather.

And so time goes by,
But things stays the same,
You love me more and more,
And I too do the same,
Falling for you again,
Every single day,
Till the end of forever.

The Why

Each and every one
In each and every world
Each and every time
Lie waiting for what?

Seeking penury senile
Unaware milieu destined
Echoing glories of past
But why? They never last.

Forth go all the same
For a home away from home
Until losing it all,
Each and every one.

Fly

I look left, I look right,
I see many good looking people, true,
But I do wonder, time and again,
Why is no one more beautiful than you?

I miss your vibe, miss your smile,
Miss your tears, miss your screams,
With heavy heart at heavier nights,
Yearning to sleep, to meet you in dreams.

Making your mark, on my soul,
Just a soft kiss, and I gleefully unfold,
Unless I’m strongly, wry and dry,
The devil always, making you cry.

Reverie

If I dropped dead,
The pain would end,
But what if there’s another life,
Born to be damned, replete with strife?
Or even better, an infinite void,
Not life, not death, but just madness,
Maybe a mirage of paradise, or even a true one,
Feelings feeble fairly forgotten, sans earth, sans sun,
Where no souls fly, and nobody calls it home,
Just floating bodies, withering away, yet never gone.

Wicked Rain

The rain is weird today,

It makes me cry,

How does the heart wet as well?

I can't ponder, but you're welcome to try.

In merciful mornings, most merrily drenched,

The sky and ground heed each other,

As every plot is wrenched.

Try to swerve as much, fruitless endeavours become,

Or go where the river takes you?

Hah! Just for fishes will be there some.

For who goes anymore, the one eschewed by fate?

No one, I sigh aloud, as the only remains till date,

Are every life and lost till horizons unseen,

Embroiled in this weird rain.

Begin

Azure skies rain, a pinch of living snow,

Near the gates of heaven, I feel my heart glow,

Jarring insipid life, quietus into wake,

And amazed invigorated rendered, with an incredulous shake,

Life anewed merry, a dawning of boundless love,

I seek your warmth forever, my beautiful lovely dove.