I want to live
In the depths of my inner being
Remote candid blisfully
Gratified to hear it can accomodate me
Here I come,
Joyous willingly.

Saddened was falsehood behind me
Cursing crying fretting me.
Turning a deaf ear to,I walked unmindfully.

Soon I was in the haven of truth,
Tranquil and festive, the air enveloped me,
Blanketed by love it breathed me.
You're here for a purpose,it whispered
And opened the doors to my loving deity before me.

She once said,she loved poetry
I said,I'd be your poet
And write my heart out truly
So I looked up the dictionary
But not a word I found
That did justice to her beauty

So I told her words are just words,
In each mind it takes a different colouring.
She understood poetry isn't my cup of tea.
Who cares,when she doesn't mind my poor vocabulary.
I love her and she loves me:)

Come Sincerity
Come aspiration
Come illumine my soul in ineffable ways.
Be receptive to the light my coy soul ere you sway,
For Ruffled respulsive is the vital
Guarding the hallway.

Come sincerity
Come aspiration
Come illumine my soul in ineffable ways
For I must serve the divine
Pure resolute,myriad ways.

Hushed is the night
In a chariot,the gentle moon rides
Elated, in the stillness of the night.

Mesmerised
Are the glittering stars,
Not few,but infinite..

In awe
Of their unison,
Effulgent and content too,
Now, The sky.

Gratified seeing the accord,
I asked,
Will you visit her discreetly tonight?
Her radiance might astound you!
Such is my love's demeanour
Utmost and divine..

The path long and strenuos
My steps falter and ebb

Ailing, my heart is
Hankering to be set free
Lost and battered to the demon in me
A sulky weary being hides
Praying for divinity

I don't know why I do the things I do.
I hear wise men have a sayin'
To everything there is a reason
If only they could help me out
I'd start believing

I walk that deserted road season after season
Is it because we said our goodbyes there in the distance
Or because the ringing of the church bells give me hope for some reason

Well...
I am told wise men have a saying
To everything there is a reason
If only they could help me out I'd start believing

Keep me etched in your memory
Not haunted or abhorred
But our sweetened memories perched up there
Of our first heavenly kiss last fall

Keep me etched in your heart
Not haunted or abhorred
Just sweetened memories cradled in there
Like a baby secluded in a mother's arm

Keep me etched in your soul
Not haunted or abhorred
But angelic and mystical
Mystical as the Divine's call