The soul weeps in anguish
falls the leaf from the branch
shockingly the flower is aghast
“ Why Thou! You descend and collapse…
Its still time before death befalls….
“ tis the drop of the curse,
The curse of the loved one,
for whence I should
separate from the branch of life…
It withers my vibrant color
burns the freshness and vigor
lest I need to shrivel and die
When the curse of love transpires!
“Alas, you are the one
Who never grumbled whether ignored
nor stumbled in a storm
walked with a word of joy,
Spreading happiness to every passer –by”.
Its my fault ,O! loved one!
The essence of my immaculateness
Ne’er reached the core of thy heart
I fail and now fall apart!
Figuring out the thoughts in mind,
pondering on what should I write!
Every thing seems lost in my festival time!
Hectic schedule, running on toes,
in sleep too I get confused
In the midst of the night,
only to find I am over excited and full of delight!
New land, different country,
Faraway from friends and relatives,
still the emotions flow and purge within,
The love to decorate the home,
cook and give the best cuisine more….
Even amidst the chores beautiful,
busier than the normal schedule,
I miss the world of blogging ,
the dear ones who encourage and are inspiring!
After hours long and at a stretch,
while I lie back very late,
almost dead and fatigue,
fragrance of my feelings intoxicate my being!
Dreams about the blogs missed,
what others might have posted,
the wishes of the friends unseen…
still having more warmth with feel…
Awaiting for some time free,
when I can sit and read the pings,
reconnecting back to the world,
The land of dreams and passion untouched…
Eyes go weary and the looks look void,
For every glance the vision doesn’t define,
there is nothing that isn’t around,
the gentle atmosphere is reverberating with poignant sound…
Imaginations conjure drawing lines of thought,
what is envisaged is of a different form,
in darkness,whether in light,
shining luminously the picture conceived so bright!
A mind of several thousand thoughts,
Is capable of ideating ideas,
out of aught,
in the air,
in vacuum …
It can perceive…
The very own created fanciful dream.
Such power a human mind has
to produce certain illusions and work on that…
vibrations of several frequencies travel,
to constitute and establish the