Of the enchanted world
Which tunes of rhythms
A melancholy of beautiful knit
Woven into reverberates
A nightingale sits alone
Bemoans the lost voice

A decree of manifestation
Of a prolonged hazel wish
The meadows speak of the lost glory
While birds sing of the last tune
A wanderer of life come by
With golden rays enlightening the pearls
Of all a sudden the breeze awakens the world
For the searching soul never stops

Exalted to the infinities
I freed myself of chains
And flew higher 
In search of my soul
The air giggled with me
While the silk fluttered around
Of its milkiness soothed me
Bloomed like a Cherry blossom
Hopping from one cloud to another
Eyes searched wide and far
The golden rays sprinkled around
Like a pearl glowing subtle
Cosiness welcomed me 
Playing with the necklace
My eyes rested upon you
O my love.
And there I hold your hand
We hovered around 
While looking into us
Lo my love! I healed. 

And in the deep desolation,
in the utter of slumbered pain;
a soul finds itself bruised,
to animosity of awakening love.
When the wounds bleed,
of unhealed words,
and scars scream loudly
with every vein pushed hard.
Lo! The heart aches,
while pumping pain around.
The eyes stare blankly,
in the infinity of darkness.
That is when it sets out
to liberate itself of plights.
And lands into the world,
of peace and amity.


And once in a jungle
She wrote a para of heart
Cuddled the joy of love
Flew the dove of peace
Splashed the water of purity
Felt the breeze of oneself

And then one day came a beast
From the land of unknown
Of rules and customs curious to her
He had those blue eyes
Reflecting to her
The her

She now finds herself
Forced into cage of fears
The wings once fluttering
Now flatter the her
To the deep down dark
Woven by a decent gown

And once again in a jungle
She wrote a para of heart
Mourned the joy of love
Fell to catch the dove of peace
Gathered the water of purity
Stone-hearted the breeze of herself

Looking at the moon,
spreading its appeasing light;
surroundings turning opalescent, 
chilling weather freezing the heart;
waves dancing to the sight of love,
sand absorbing the blemished steps;
darkness perching in the soulless eyes__
I counted the stars of diminished self,
gathered the sparkles of a deadly crimson.
The giggling of small ones,
dominated the deadness of the ambience.
Rushing towards them, I screamed,
'I've come back. Take me with you'.
Not a single stir. 
Silence.
Shattered, I rested on the old mast;
the only witness of untold stories.
Sighed and broken__
'Bring your football', I turned around,
a little one passed through me.
Numbed.
Once again I had forgotten,
it was 14th of moon.
 

Cluttered in the aura of amity
Hovered around like a fluttering soul
Aroused by the colour of wings
Orchestra of the rhyming love
Shattered into pieces long ago

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