Encircling me who plays?
It cruelly slays.
It slays me,
I can't flee.

I feel all around a killer,
Who says love is a healer?
Often love seems a paint,
Is it demon or saint?

It paints my world gorgeous,
I see all the things beauteous.
Denying looming rudeness of earth,
It rains like the blessing in dearth.

I feel a heavy flood,
An upheaval of my blood.
I pretend to be calm,
But it makes me hum.

Is Love an unseen trap?
Rude realities does it wrap?
Like a drug it benumbs me,
What a lethal emotional spree!

O stars in the sky!
Let's forget that bye.
O moon so beauteous!
What a magic from you, genius!
O morning sun!
Burn me, burn.
O birds flapping!
Start your chirping.
O flowers and trees!
O restless breeze!
I committed a wrong,
Staying away from you so long.
Again I am back,
Among your smiles, the right track.
Why I did this?
Just for a hypocritic kiss.
He took me beside the Nile,
Saying love that was mere vile.
I discovered one morning,
A game of heart winning.
Experiencing a cruel cheating,
A new myself I am setting.
I will be happy again,
With Nature that gives no pain.

When I feel emptiness
I see his face,
Surprisingly I see a sea
Filled with poetic grace.

I search unseen happiness
Being utter crazy,
Instantly my mind tells
Sun is only hazy.

Whom I seek in the blue?
Do you know O sky?
Getting touched by breeze
His feathers do fly.

My concept of happiness
Is changed drastically,
Leaving posh palace I prefer
Wandering through green valley.

My happiness does smile
On the blue wings,
Who covered my woe
With golden feelings?

Still that amazing kiss
I remember as heavenly bliss.
O honey!
You are my sky blue shiny.

Is it sickness or thrill?
Does distance add beauty to love as clothing frill?
I dive into utter despair,
Again revived reborn dazzling fair.

O blue bird!
Is love a trifling matter to disregard?
Loving you is my breath,
No one can measure its depth.

One day if I forget you,
My moments get dull losing hue.
My body my soul long for your touch,
I find no magic on earth as such.

O flower!
Be a bit slower.
All the time swinging,
Who makes your heart ringing?

For a long time he is out of sight,
Still you look lovely and quite.
How is that possible?
Nothing can make you vulnerable.

Love is my enormous spirit,
From nature this quality I do inherit.
Poetry smiles dances flies all around,
It's love that launches my soul beyond bound.

A poet possesses floral trait,
I set up in air invisible bait.
It's my magical wording and beauty,
That make me surprising vital pretty.

I can't receive your phone,
Hence I am a stone.
But I do glitter,
Both in situation sweet and bitter.

I am a ruby,
Scarlet red baby.
I don't have mind,
A stone refined.

It's your body,
That I beautify, buddy.
I do emblem,
Love as a gem.

I do have beauty,
Give you gaiety.
As a lovely gift,
In a sea of joy I make you drift.

Behold!
It's not cold.
Defeating winter,
Spring sends me love-letter.
Don't I need blue bird any more?
No, no, this heart he tore.
O poet, you are a liar,
You are a self-admirer.
You only like to hurt,
That's a long chart.
You are playing love-game,
Constantly hankering after fame.
Oh no! Hear me,
All the time I feel it's he.
Then, why are you away?
It's my strategy not to say.