Basked in the light of a beautiful sunrise,
Long and quite walks, hands intertwined,
Standing ashore and opposite to the arise.
It reflects in your eyes, beautiful and kind.

As the cold water rushed past our sandy feet,
Your lips parted with a smile, lovely and sweet.
As the sea blinks to the sky, beautiful yet deep,
I request thee dear time to pause and let us be.

I slowly wrap my arms around your shoulder,
A sudden silence, you are no longer here.
Beneath the sky, wide and open, I slowly lie.
Without you the sunrise is a beautiful lie.

Everywhere in me yet nowhere around me,
Early horizon is all left for me to see and plea.
The blanket of dawn slowly covers my eyes,
Basked in the light of the beautiful sunrise.

She liked to gaze at the painted skies,
As the tranquil winds unsettle her wavy locks.
The jealous clouds try and run amok,
Alas!! Time sweeps away her beautiful smiles.

Perhaps fates can write beautiful lies,
As I color her memories on small rocks.
She liked to gaze at the painted skies,
As the tranquil winds unsettle her wavy locks.

Are these tears that fall of my eyes?
I guess it’s time for another lonely walk,
Where solitude await me to mock.
Yet another day passes as I reminisce her dreams and smiles,
She liked to gaze at the painted skies.

Winds soft and tranquil,
Cherishes quietly, memories and lost innocence.
Walls scribbled with unheeded promises,
Long Forgotten.
Weeping woman, old and clothes tattered.
Tragedy hugged and smiling son waned.
-My Friend-
Waned son smiling and hugged tragedy,
Tattered clothes and old, Woman Weeping
Forgotten long
Promises unheeded with scribbled walls.
Innocence and memories quietly cherishes,
Tranquil and soft winds.

Wait for me, I will follow you to
Wherever you and I can pursue,
A life not bounded by domestic walls,
A love which can flow amid the stream of false.
Alas!! It sounds too good to be true.

Implore me with a beautiful view,
Where we can walk in the dawning dew.
As the sun rises, let us come to a pause.
Wait for me…

In winters I wish you could help me sew
A sweater, while warm broth shall I brew.
As nigh draws the end, let age be the cause,
For the night to grieve for our loss.
Alas if it is too much to ask you?
Wait for me…

I stopped for a while and heaved a heavy sigh,
The woods were as wide as the endless sky.
The winter noon seemed to be buzzing with life,
It seems I am lost in the wilderness wild.

The birds chirped as a soft breeze of wind waved past,
For how long will this moment seem to last?
The winter evening draws a curtain to the buzzing life,
It seems I am lost in the wilderness wild.

The dense paradise of solitary comfort is deep,
And the path I walk is too steep.
The winter night recites a tale of my plight,
It seems I am lost in the wilderness wild.

I stopped for a while and heaved a heavy sigh,
It seems I am lost in the wilderness wild.

Far away on the lands so far,
Our hands clasped at the eleventh hour,
Love escaped our lips as we parted love,
Life nictates a crippling affliction of life.

Remedy this sally through thy remedy,
Cry out to our blithe life as we both cry.
Pledge me a gift as a parting pledge,
Break away thy pledge and so shall we break.

Life of mine makes a plea to thy life,
Forget me my love for I cannot forget,
Loath me my love for I cannot loath,
Live for me my love for I cannot live.

Reminisce the memories that we reminisce.
Story of our life, let me dream a new story.

Last flap of wings,
Tear apart the sky,
As oriole rise above the horizon.

A millions words would not bring you back, i know because i tried, neither would a million tears, i know because i cried.

What witered away was not your love but our trust.

Reminiscing memories with your velvety touch.
Beyond the words our story dwells,
Red rosy lips parting a sigh of love,
The bouquet of life now seems to debauch.

Whisper out your heart my beloved!!
For I shall bear it with laugh,
If what thou tongue voice is hatred,
And laugh I shall gladly,
If Cupid has decided it to be blessed.

Whisper out your melodies my beloved!!
Tainted with reminiscence of tragedies,
But still it ought to be laughed,
To close thy scars damped with tears.
Fie the smiles harbouring cries.

Whisper out our stories my beloved,
And I intent to hear with interest,
For my love is no jest.
But if I art thou jester,
Then jest I shall till thee groan with laughter.

Whisper out something my beloved,
Devoid emotion your face portrays.
Why do you feel so cold?!
Wake up love and do tell,
Will you not whisper me farewell?

The name of our story is love,
And love be the song that makes our heart dance along,
But dance be that of a life entering as he sings none but cries,
And cries be heard all over the place as sweet and beautiful lies,
But lies are the lies that you speak to please me,
For pleased I am not by your lies but by our story,
And our story do have a name,
The name of the story is love.

Born in the sky and die on the land,
And in amid is where it's life stand.
Droplets splashing over the willows.
Not one, not two but millions of them.

The passing mourner hugs this bliss,
And the falling art responds with a gentle kiss,
Such is the benevolence of rain,
Driving insane to the realm of sane.

One bystander have witnessed,
Twice the miracle falling from the clouds,
Yet he awaits the third one,
This time sharing it with his fourth son.

The beauty of the fall falls short ,
In comparison to the life, rain escort,
As seeds of red and green blooms,
A new life fiddles in his mother's womb.

How should I remember thee?
Through the dance of the fireflies,
Dancing as my heart cries.
What a beautiful summer it is for me!

How should I remember thee?
Through the song of letting go,
Sung by the fallen leaves as the wind blow,
What a beautiful autumn it is for me.

How should I remember thee?
Through the fresh buds blooming,
The start of a new ending,
What a beautiful spring it is for me.

How should I remember thee?
Through the soft beds of the fallen snow,
Decorating my sight nice and slow.
What a beautiful winter it is for me.

I still remember thee,
As my sorrowful joy lay next to me.
Countless years still reminding me of you.
With a heavy heart I bid you adieu.

The night was at a still.
Only our shadows seemed to thrive,
Conversing through the street lamps,
A slight flickering narrating a silent demise.

An easy wind creased our face,
Some words were left unspoken,
The eerie night seemed to decipher them
And a soul was left forsaken.

Your side-locks seemed beautiful
And the wind seemed to glorify it.
A sigh escaped your lips,
I think we need to quit.

Aghast as I was would surprise the fates,
A dreadful feeling wandering seemed to find its dwelling.
You turned and started to depart,
The night was still long and living.

Alone in the darkness engulfed street,
The red moon seemed like a magnificent sight.
My heart bears a weeping wound,
A tale of betrayal in the dead of night.

Sing along with me,
A verse of bewildered cries.
Imitating the harmony of Dolos,
A verse of guile and disguise.

Sing along with me,
A verse of reflections and surprise.
A story of betrayal and regret,
A verse of love breeding lies.

Sing along with me,
A parody of love and affection.
A story of the blind,
A verse of false satisfaction.

Sing along with me the last verse,
bleeding wound whispering a silent curse.
A verse of the last breath,
A banquet of life and death.

The portrait of lies rivals unparalleled beauty,
conversing arrogantly, Oh! Such a pity.
The fire dancing dazzlingly at the fireplace
And unresolved feelings flow down my face.

I happen to cross a solitary evening,
with neighboring wild slowly dying.
Distant howling signifying the dawn of night
And the glory of stars engulfed my sight.

Once again, I gazed at the portrait.
Even though I trust my fate
A knock at my door seems too late
And hope is what I await.

Life has been such a miracle
And my journey seems to reach its pinnacle
I wish I would not suffer,
As I walk in hands with my slumber.

Which era is this?
Where love eminences to suffer,
Where unexpected arrival reeks fear.
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Which era is this?
Where nature rampage over and over,
Where Red Dahlias disguise as beautiful aster,
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Which era is this?
Where burning tears of sky leisurely cry terror,
Where the last phrase of life exclaims horror.
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Behind our backs the door slowly closes
And In front a new one appears to venture
New era awaits our torture
And miles and miles are yet to cover.