For the years we stayed together,
For the ages we live with each other..
You are a friend,  sister and a mother,
Love for you is upto infinity and further..
Your will be introduced  to new life,
as you are going to be someone's wife..
Happiness and blessings is what
i wish for you,
you are moving out and the time is due..
Stay happy,  stay blessed and
never get troubles,
You holded my hand in all the rubble..
May you be get life of the  stellar,
Love you and that's eternal*...

In the crowd of strange faces
yours seemed familiar...
I did not know you, yet
to the person in my mind
you looked similar..
None acquaintance lied between,
I felt pulled to you altogether..
You are a beautiful stranger,
Strangely beautiful you are..
I don't know if i see you again,
You are close,  even if you
stay so **** far* ...

memories,  sentiments,  anguishes, exultations,
You dissolve them all...
Unceasing aeonian amorphous flow
you are,
You efface every life once for all..
Kings and Queens crumpled before you,
You stand grandiloquent and tall..
You took beloved ones,  some ended in flames and some in clays,
You left us with a void in heart,
and dragged us into a pitfall..
You become a friend and a foe,
an opportunity takes it all..
No one surmounted you,  none master did,
You mastered them all..
You are the Time, The Invincible Time,
That is what we all waul* ...

a broken bridge
connected their hearts.
a silent conversation
between their minds.
an inconsolable affinity
between their souls.
They struggled to
come over distances.
But the distances never
existed ******,
They had consumed their
Spirits*...

Let us hold the hands
and
walk in the pouring rains...
Let us make it drip down
all our pains..
Let us close our eyes
and
get lost in this moment...
  Let us secure the opportunity
to be happy
and
sing together a Sonnet...
Let us **** our reasons
and
bounds and cares to stay..
Far from populous ,
let us hold hands
and
get far , far away* ..

she was a marionette of the echoes
of her past
corrupting her present.
She was fluctuating betwixt
the anguish of the antecedent and
invariable  sanctity.
She was apostle of the present
but
She worshipped her past