Heavy expectations, preparations galore,
To witness the night of glory and L'amore.

Moon was eager to rise and sun refuted to set,
That was the charisma of the night which the two souls beget.

Time was running and hearts started pounding,
To reach the destination and visualize the hearts rebounding.

An Italian rendezvous, at an Indian enigma of nizam,
In an exotic style of feast, they share a conversation of purism.

The joy within was inexplicable,
With the right aroma of love on table.

The rich culture of India's great glory,
With the classic mixture of king's short story.

The ******, an unmissable moment,
With the hand in hand the souls enjoy the love slogan.

Hearts were filled with joy,
And the angels bestowed their blessings and foy.

The night ended with heart full emotions,
Satisfied with magical love potion.

Reality made a dreadful turn,
Magical to ludicrous was that moment, spent with a deceitful spurn.

Falseness prevailed all over,
bringing down the purity to filthy left over.

Drenched in the sea of sorrow,
That night remained more like a knight mare, killing the beautiful tomorrow.

Certainly, that was the glory of the night
That it shall be remembered in the memories in sight.

The dream world built with pack of cards,
Stood always strong with the blessings of lord;

The wind of reality was never to touch,
So strong was the emotional clutch;

Love and faith played hide and seek,
Trying to reach a relation at mountain peak;

The eyes closed with full of dreams,
Never cared to wake up with clues of light beam;

The fairy land lying below the feet,
Started to feel the tremors of reality heat;

The cracks begotten by the tremors,
Let thee to have feelingless quivers;

The heaviness in the air was so strong,
that thou were found in the arms of wrong;

Eyes left wide open with sour and paleness,
Reaching the state of lifeless staleness;

The sea of tears dried up,
Leaving behind the salty death cup;

Before the eyes wake up from the dream,
A divine helping hand showed the path of river stream;

To purify self from the shadows of guilt,
And raise as a new soul rebuilt;

Finding the path between dream world and real world,
the search is on to reach the glory unfurled;

Keeping the packs of cards intact,
the dream world of cards is still on for the soul to reenact.

Lonely I walk,
with an empty heart;
Deaf I stand,
with mute voices;
Guilt echoes,
tears drain;
Goal lacks,
within pale life;
Empty dreams,
eyes wide open;
Haunting past,
Foresight lost;
Here I stand;
Nowhere to go,
to life or to Death
Only God Knows

On the clouds i stand,
all that i used to dream on land

flying high like a falcon,
above the milky white clouds in action

all the dreams coming true,
with nostalgic feelings bidding adieu

heart pounds for a lonely travel,
accompanied by a stranger of sheer marvel

with a barrier of language we talk long,
unknowingly confined into a strong bond

Those fairy like red dressed angels,
with a big smile care me without being stranger

I see lush green mountains from above the top,
those dazzling visuals make my heart to hop

And i end the journey with a big smile,
heavily satisfied for travelling the long flight

That lonely journey crossing seven seas,
I stand proud to have achieved it with ease.