I was strolling through my dreary and dull road,
When, I met a man, who touched my soul,
He walked towards me with his colorful laugh,
Changing the dusty and dull road to a vibrant photograph,

For you who contains similar depth as the capicuous ocean,  
Knows how to embrace heart's every emotion,

For you who sought inspiration in all,
Isn't you an inspiration to all ?

You who is congruous to the Mountain who raises himself above the earth, always seeking the sky's divinity,
And Away from the earth's guilt and sins, but still belongs to the earth,

For I whose poetry seldom rhymes well,
Can never fathom the ineffable composure of your trueself.

In midst of our childhood,
When I found you,
You were devilish of all,
With child-like evilness,
but being purest of all,

For you hold a candid heart
beneath your devious sheath,
Always looking to outsmart
With your crooked teeth,

For even today, squabbling and quarrels are not unorthodox,
And have become our natural crosswalk,
Tell me, have you been more of a rival or a friend?
Hard to comprehend,

For what is evil in you is good in me,
And what is evil in me is good in you,
Though we are holding on a same anchor,
Still, we are being of different color,

For which I remember, grade 4 being the preface and spring of our friendship,
And grade 5 of our common infatuation,
Then, innocence ceases never to outstrip,
And you never ceases to being reasons of my irritation,

For you who is unnoticed season
Always laugh without any reason,
For you who is a lost star in a boundless space
Longing for an arms to embrace,

For you who knows my zenith, also knows my nadir.

For I hold thousands of her memories,
Always finding myself in those reveries,
For it enfolds much more beauty and pain,
Ohh! her love for me was insane,

For I hide myself in your memories! - that is my innocence,
Everyday every-night every-silence every-longing belongs to your essence,

For life is born from an incredible women,
And isn't that incredible women always speaks the language of love?
Oh! beloved one - I who bloomed in your love, under your purity and tenderness,
For your love was boundless and measureless,

For I knew hundreds of songs,
But i Still hymns the one, of whom it belongs

Everynight many wishes comes and escapes through my mind, but tonight it's different it's not a wish to be bind,
It's madness which has engulfed me,

Tonight the infatuation to be "the death" itself has been born, to feel and sense the last presence of you (life) leaving the sheath forlorn,

To Taste your lips, to kiss your carelessly swaying breast, forever, waiting to embrace you with endless zest,
Though your true essence would eventually bring you to be contained within me, till then you would fear and try to flee,

Though I would be Dark and mysterious, many would find me awfully hideous,
But still, my heart aches and relentlessly whispers his wish to be "the death" tonight and it seems I must bear this ceaseless midnight,
All by myself,
But isn't embracing death is embracing life itself?

Behold, you prey! You who is being chased by predator,
You are lover of death and despiser of life,
You who is afraid of being drowned in the ocean, still you find comfort in the abyss of despair,
Oh prey! You who loathe the pinnacle of growth loves your mediocrity,
You who is afraid of demons, can never relish the endless,
You who detest the nightfall how can you take joy in early bright?
You who is afraid of endless darkness, how can you ever find the gleam of light,
You who is afraid of your previous ***** deeds, doesn't need ghost to haunt,
Oh prey, don't let your predator devour you, turnaround look into his eyes, let the cowardly devil in you flee, you of all must find strength and never deem you fighting a losing battle.

O human,
     You search for the greatest of fish in the loneliest of desert,
     You search for the prettiest of bird in the deepest of ocean ,
     You search for the highest of soul in the lifeless graveyard ,
     You search for an everlasting happiness in an unending more and more,
     Tough you put your highest of faith in searching but you search for He who cannot be searched.