Hail! Princess of astounding midnight,
Greetings to your blooming twilight.
Your budding moonlight raises a thought,
What gifts you bring to a poet's delight?
"With chirping birds and pink sky hue-
This painting of dusk I bring to you."


Hail! Princess of astounding midnight,
Greetings to your midnight sky.
Deep-sea mysteries yonder stars hide,
Please whisper tales in those jewels that lie.
"Those stars hold grief and infinite regrets-
Coz they've lived long as keeper of secrets.


Hail! Princess of astounding midnight,
Greetings to your fading hue
Where do you wander off, this hour,
As daylight dances on jewels of dew?
" with your soul smiling with heartfelt delight,
I leave to lighten someone else's night."

There is this world, not very far-
where travel words, spreading fragrance.

where to observe a wilting leaf,
time slows down and waits with patience.

deep sea secrets people here hold-
about fears and regrets, mistakenly unconsoled

Here shine stars of emotions too coy,
like love madness and infinite joy.

here true and fantasy merge into one,
to heal the scars of dreams undone.

Never are masks of lies here worn,
even flaws of life people here adorn-

this fine world shall light up your skies,
when you look into a poet's eyes.


And then on a cold, full moon night,
Open the gates to this kingdom of smiles,

Dive down deep into her voice,
Coz this world is a journey of thousand miles.

And when it ends, you shall see-
Every step was worth a lifelong memory.

An aspect of fear,
is that it can be seen-
in the eyes of weak,
where dark torment has been-
for infinite ages and nights untold,
ruling upon this cursed land,
with hopes and dreams-
all made of sand.


An aspect of fear,
is that it can hide-
deep down mortal soul,
where one's monsters reside,
to relive every cold winter-
as unfathomable a pain,
and be heard in every silence-
as a malicious midnight rain.


An aspect of fear
is that it's strikingly lethal.
it haunts and scars,
like mistress death, cold and evil.
it feeds on guilt, grief and remorse-
from where its roots take birth,
and Adagio it subdues lost minds,
Till they're cold, inside mother earth.

A midsummer day it was-
Yellow and Merry it's hue,
On doors of the cathedral, stood the usher,
Aiding friends and folks, and kinsmen too.


Stood the priest, smiling.
Waited the witness, joyfully.
An elated pianist played the piano,
Hymned the choir, melodiously.


Then she  walked in,
An angel, dressed in white,
Helping her to the lord's alter,
Her bridesmaids,  smiling bright.
                      

Before each other, they stood smiling,
Gazing each other's eyes, deep blue-
When smiling gloriously, SHE kissed HER,
SHE kissed too and said I do.

Castles of sand,
on a magnificent beach.
With stroll of Time,
great heights they reach.
A palace of dreams,
with towers of smiles,
Here lurk emotions a Bit too coy
like love Madness and infinite joy.


Castles of sand,
That live no more.
Destroyed by waves,
pounding sea shore.
From oceans of reality,
with waters of jealousy,
Bring winds of grief-
from Gulf of hypocrisy.

Castles of sand,
standing once again.
Resurrected from fall,
and its endless pain.
Rebuilt by hope,
Strengthened by belief,
decorated with faith
and secured with relief.

Castles of sand,
On a sea swept shore,
Waiting to fall,
And relive once more.

What colour is sky?
The sky is blue.
The colour of morning,
and its delightful hue.
Fantastic forests with delightful due-
add a jewel to this cronet of hue.

What colour is sky?
The sky is pink.
The colour of twilight,
and its alluring wink.
A tinge of joy hides in the skies-
like dreams living in a maiden's Eyes.


What colour is sky?
The sky is dark.
The colour of night,
and moon's cry of lark.
Here lurk secrets never said or told,
and persist emotions, eternally unconsoled.

(Dear destiny)
Give me a thousand scars-
(Those glorious souviners of countless wars)
from sharpest of your daggers,
and I shall wear them,
with my head held high,
with utmost Pride.
Carrying them as jewels adorn,
a winsome bride.

Give me a thousand scars,
(those wounds that tear hearts apart) from most cruel of your words,
and I shall carry them,
with a smile spreading wide,
brimming eternal love.
Guarding them as leonidas did defending his honour.

Give me a thousand scars,
(thoughts that soak eyes dead)
from most cruel of your memories,
and I shall wear them ,
with my eyes gazing stars,
hiding deep sea secrets.
telling tales as Nomad wind speaks,
of emotions left behind.