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UNTOLD WISH IN COLD NIGHTS

Long ago, morning breeze, 

      In winter chill, 

                      I'm feeling still, 

And imprisoned with memories. 

All alone at midnight,

                Yet I'm still strange. 

        So what if i change, 

You'll cry all night

In the wings of silence.

                      My spirit..... Alone

         Along with pebbles of stone. 

No rabble, no clamour in presence. 

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TEARS OF OCEAN

 

World is divided into falseword.

Thy presence in everywhere is coward.

The truth that i can't explain, 

And world will  not understand pain. 

Why will they cry when i die, 

I'm homeless bird, I've to fly

Forgot my captivating parterre, 

But I'm the broken twig of tree. 

Thy laugh, my blood, tribulation, 

And all  my hoisting  in isolation.

All cruel hours like Unsprout buds, 

And thy deciet turn my tears into floods

MORNING WITH MOURNFUL CRY

Amidest morning breeze,

with deep sleep, 

So calm, so deep. 

The birds twittering with ease. 

Although, fresh smell of dew drops, 

Then i am feeling, 

Still teasing, screaming, 

Feeling nervous، tired like corpse. 

Creeping to downstairs, out of bed. 

Looking to morning hue, 

Something is due, 

Painful night turned eyes red. 

While looking towards trees, 

Pleasure of dancing leaves, 

That i never believe

Then I went to appease. 

CRY ON MY SHOULDER

 

I'm of two minds, how to get off odds and ends. 

My faith is no longer changed, limits were exceed. 

O, my sweet hopes, thou are sugar in mouth, 

All hopes will fail, all shadows will fade. 

Not taken and loved to beauty of filthy face, 

Thy dear steps i used to kiss, in gloomy phase

I may be out of your sight, never out of mind, 

And you will find greatest escape, with cry everytime

Every second you would be saudade and remorse, 

On this cold, dark and sad night, listening the beat of my heart, 

Gosh, "I am missing these days", with painful screams. 

You won't cease bawling, will not know what to do. 

SONG OF MY SOUL

 

It was morning all shine and rain, 

And birds whirls in the morning breeze. 

Half awake, feeling the Patter of rain, 

With which nature tied me tightly. 

That I was born on the basis of humiliation. 

Has sign of seal of death on face? likely. 

Over the sky, clouds are the white blanket,

A great deal of life, waiting for the crimson. 

And soft touch of fingertips to eyestrain, 

Feeling the smell of sumbal, and Psithurism. 

Crawling like a baby around my bed, 

What did i lost, morning blithe or truce of dotage. 

Cup of tea(nunchai) held along with butter, 

Across the window side wearing cloak worn. 

Reminisce with fixation on puddles, petrichor. 

Nevertheless, hoping to cease my painful odium. 

TWO AGES OF MAN

 All the life is a game, all the ups and downs are merely players.

And a nightmare in a dark night, surely a truth of life.

Novelty are clouds, tears are rain, Didn't give a chance to thunder. 

Flowed in the river of rain, met with ocean of emotions. 

In the night chill, all the time i am mewling like a sick kitten.

From the other side orange blush of sun are the kind of comfort. 

These are just two ages of life, fear and unfair. 

And i saw the taste of venom in the form of honey. 

Two ages of mine, passed by aro and smitten. 

Somewhere filled with thorns, stones and elsewhere  with flowers.

I marched upon  the both roads,once in a while happily and sometimes in pain. 

And like  day and  night, they are two aspects of my love.