Where hath thou vanished in the blue
no shadow,no silhouette , neither can I see you
silent,quiet where doth you sit
under the blossomed tree of love,I await…
Is my fragrance lost , or my dreams fake,
where hath you gone dear,
Here, I await…
The moon radiant tonight smiles at me
did you not know, I await to see thee?
come back, O! muse,
here I await,
there is still time to bid adieu
from this heart, my mate!
The last breath and the heart sighed Alas! Will my eyes close without a glimpse of the promise made, through turbulence and storms,I have struggled…in an urge to sip a drop
falling innumerable times,
stuck in between,
With zest I pulled over
off the dark plunging well of loss,
and continued to be strong…
yet today I lie on the verge of death, losing pulse, faltering sense awaiting the last call… any minute , any instant…
Lips quiver, eyes sunk, mind halts ,the beats stumble a chilled touch send shivers Lo! I revive what a miracle! Sip, I a drop of nectar … in a glance of your crepuscle.