When it rains, it’s just not only rain,
Pouring her hearts out, the mother nature weeps seeing,
Somewhere among the blissful existences and lives,
Her son, every minute, who dies going into the vain.

Have had always hated this fall of tears, the rain
Have had hated the covering of dark and black,
Over the blessed days and nights, asphyxiating wide rejoice
Having said, for me it only hails to bleed the mourn.

And today, like every that day, I’ve agonies lot to cry,
A lot to skip my beats, my breathe, my soul.
Though have the reasons got defined, still I blame her not
But to this natural curse, which has torn the stories been inscribed.

Now that you’ve got the flow, fall along the fall,
Can’t stop this while, as I adore your depart,
When the colossal nature will advance with time,
Standing beneath a shed, I’ll stand and wait
As while you make return, the hour might be dark and late.


(05:30)

Has the stir of mind, like the cosmos growing, as if
Ever have begged this moment from Zion,
Where this moment comes to be a savior,
Shall demise the distinct distances, unlock the *******.

Aromale, O Aromale!

Blissful hours midst the blessed diligence,
Ecstasies in life, euphoric is your living ages.  

Thou turn stone to Sandelholzol, by thy rapturous touch,
Way the mirrors even shy, when thou stand them,
When my each breathe holds your reside,
Where my every moment lives thy aroma,
Thy murmuring deep talks in my ears,
From the dusk till dawn and the day till night,
That every ******* I’ll live, needs ages to rewind.

Now that I’ve hold you, will wish again for a life,
No distances, these inseparable souls could survive.

Thou be Priyadarshini, my gold carved female Swan,
Now, here’s my heart call, every dusk and dawn,
Let’s dive side by side, to the sink of love,
If deeper is the bond, you’re looking for.

Aromale, O Aromale!


(18:50)

Thou be the ray of my light, my sighs,
Falls apart through the cracks of our bond,
The bond of togetherness, crowned as love,
The love, which bleeds no more.

Over the ages, from dusks to dawns,
It arrives, stays, and departs.

During its stay, it pours off emotions for you,
Erases the memories we clung onto,
Dries away the tears of depart,
Starves the hunger of your sight,
Excites my soul for your absence, instead saddening.

Standing the normal throughout the abnormalities,
Have been adoring its stay, this stand since,
Flames of hate covering the shades of love,
Metaphorically, people come people exit,
Like just, the ray of my light, arrives and departs.
Where the most adored, is its stay, heals my scars.


(18:40)

I know how it goes, when it goes,
From single “yes” to thousands “no more”,
Where we battle our emotions, and when it goes,
Feelings for each other, ******* on roar.

Dreamt we’ll stand inseparable, like sweet and sugar
Because of the oaths we’d sworn, when it goes,
From black and white to ups and downs,
We held it together, sighed and burnt together.

Sleepless nights we bedded, dawns we cuddled,
That those days and nights, never had waited
We would abandon them breathing and alive,
As we started to living the changes and fights.

Now, when it’s already all over, I know how it’d go,
I’ll choose no road to you, no memories of you,
I’ll remember no togetherness of ours, as
I know how it goes, when it goes to get apart.


(06:00)

Stepped into a woodland of no woods,
No woods, no green, no chirps.
I wondered, where all they’ve escaped,
Why fled and abandoned the holy abode.

Before I miss more of aliveness,
A frogga jumped from no way, tapped my toe.
I suppose, it’d be from time machine,
As sight stood solely barren!

No water around, but into its deep eyes,
Cried for water, land, green,
Chirps, woods, wild, rain.
Such grievances in two eyeballs were seen.

The untold stories, burning agonies,
It cried that all in just a sigh, and
Made me realise, it wasn’t the frogga crossing my way,
Rather was me, crossing the ever existing forest.

(16:00)

And then the dawn and dusk are everyday
Where the Sun and the Moon also in way,
As if they’re opposite bowls on a tray,

The oceans within the bound,
The exerts of wind lie in control,
Because they chose to be in accordance.

Dear child, thou need to hold that too,
That of a kind that would let thou,
Be the one, thou would never sorry.

I'll be thy silhouette,
Knitting the fairies of night and day,
Leaving scars on the path thou slay,
The pure black, not shades of grey,

Will be there in thy accordance,
Joy or mourn, wherever thou stay.

(18:50)

Not just for once, that
We face the agony of war,
A battle within oneself,
A combat of failing and falling,
And the dawn of restart.

Always, have been the fright of failure,
Which have eclipsed you, hurdled you,
No breathe, you may inhale
No light, you may heal under.

But an unfulfilled dream,
Naturally, enforced on you,
Once face your shadow,
Interrogate about its existence.

Why you fear so,
What all you can fail or loose,
And what if you fail,
Stand and find your trail.

Stop blaming, crying, moaning,
Stop living, start growing.

(07:00)