Memories so green and crispy,
Now frosts than melts my pain,
Makes grief in my viens motionless,
Fixed in the center of my chest.

Oh how will I walk these quiet waters,
Or smile at it with no reflection of your face,
Who do I drag along when I go down,
Slipping on these slippery slopes.

Dearest one.I wonder deeply,
If your spirit still finds some peace,
Sunk in the woods of our sanctuary,
Dark with only Sunrays smiling in.

Down here is where you should rest,
Lifeless but forever young in its magic,
Smiless but forever warm in my heart,
Timless it would seem watching you float.

We shared Rossy mint Champagnes,
Over billions of cherry laughters,
But these tears rolling i do alone,
And which may pour out for a life tim

Oh look at those stars calling me,
Like broken pieced of diamonds.

Look beneath where i stand,
Well two steps after my feet.

I know not what awaits below,
But i rather sink than not know.

I can paint the darkness below,
With the colours born with me.

A place to be alone for myself,
Is all i need from magic and all.

Birds tweet tunes in my name,
Butterflies circle my morning sky.

To dream like the humans do,
And love like the humans do.

Beyond piles of miles, the link is still sniff.
Hearing your voice like were my whispers,
Granting me goosepumps like plagued boils,
Of times your hair strokes strike my neck.

Those silky hands that lured me close,
Relaxing currents of my anxious wild heart,
As the voices of your heart sang to mine.
Reviving my soul with your generous spirit

I understand not the things you do,
That recesses every concept time owns.
I trust the work of thy courageous hands.
That let my bones piled as God did pile.

Looking at us dangling in the wall frames,
Inspires sunlight ideas from your smiles.
Freeing skies from numb nimbus clouds,
In tense moments of tight decision brewing.

I know not, if the words i picked fits fine.
May this note of memories be a relic,
That, "My Abiding Love is for You"
My glorious gifts that makes it all fine.

Here I sit alone,
Where we used to sit,
Here I wait alone,
Where we used to wait.

Endlessly waiting for her,
So she can dry the rains,
Pouring ******* my shade,
Warming my life with smiles.

I hope she remembers,
The green days

From break to night,twenty four seven,
Lay rumbling tummy's by slumping gutters,
Faces pale like without breath for ages,
Targets of hunger,cold and epidemics.
No one seem to see,no one seem to care.


Chokes my heart to hear weak cries,
"Please give me something,give me anything"
"Hold my hand, oh hear my song"
Griping us to their desperate chests,
With icy finger from lonely grounds.

My chest laments to such doleful pleas,
From weary old and lanky young lives,
Clasping at hooves strolling their lanes,
Gratified with what ever flung at them.
Feasting with deep joy in tired garments.

Miserably they lay,basking on sidewalks,
Hiding beneath silent bridges for warmth,
Limping, crawling from spot to spot,
Jammed or bashed crossing to beg
Who cares where to,if they disappeared?

At us,they see their kings and queens,
Having nothing that matters to us,
Scanning here to there for our love,
But our hearts had long long been stiff.
Still like steel walls deep down our  marrows.

With no buddies,no family,no us,
A smile can warm their hearts a lifetime.
Who cares enough to notice the penniless?
Who cares how so ripens they became?
Alone I can talk,alone I cannot change.

This alluring infinite soul,
Is talented with adaptability,
Lightness of existence,
And intimacy with nature.

If you’re amply fortunate,
To enjoy her leadership,
You’ll encounter a phase of life
Countless humans are oblivious to.

To see exquisite ribbons of sunset,
Or feel full sphere of emotions,
Pursue this whimsical spirit,
To see events you’ve never seen.

So flexible, yet fairly alertful,
Regarding social surroundings,
For lovers guided by her wings,
Don't predict intense episodes

Weighed is my head,
              Obesed with worries,
                            Of her reaction,
                                    To my humble plea.

                                          My bones tremble,
                        Gravely brainstorming hard,
                Of moves to stage,
To sink any denial.

Sealing is her beauty,
      Mutes every programmed word,
                      To cature her fancy heart,
                                Leaving my pages bare.

                          Her questioning perfection,
                    Test my every creativity,
              And tactful measures,
Geared towards my quest.

Yet i sit grey,
        Like an empty can,
                Haunted by clanging sounds,
                          Of my fruitless thoughts

Relax darling its my time,
Stay calm and watch me,
Sit back and adore it all,
As did you in old days.

Your bones tilled and toiled,
Your heart pumped and paused,
Your tears rolled for tomorrow,
Lean back let me fix you.

Let those shoulders fall free,
I got your back and front too,
With all my heart ill be here,
Let me spoon feed you baby.

Your voice is like many mockingbirds
Chanting enchanting nightingale tunes.

Like the wind you blow off my reasoning,
With the way you softly strike my strings.

Your masterliness affirms it's just your job,
An trophy actor from sartudays night fever.

I know i should flee from this cajoling covin,
Yet makes me see colours, beautiful ones.

My Rayless Days 

  

Who can mend this grieving heart,
Who can quench the glaring flames,
Rising up your lungs to your eyes,
Blocking way for air to flow?

Who can see this bleeding heart,
That hurts from brain to toe,
Dripping drops weighing with pain,
From million unanswered questions,

Who can brighten these dark days,
With smiles I so so long to see,
With warm gazes I long my way,
To bring me back to sanity,

The voice replays over and over,
The laughs appears and fade,
The memories shake and break,
Its an empty world without you.