it refuses to leave
a lashing soaring tide
the frozen etch of past
on ripples of my mind
the shattered reverie
forged into scripted moves
fading out as weeks
yet vivid i assume
which mirrors as a rift
between the sea of love
sandwiched reluctantly
with turgid smiles of
a pair of sunken hearts
dissected by the world
be lost unto our fate
as oceans conceal pearls
across the breadth of life
by breed of hailing wise
who pompously reject
shackle our maiden flight
constrain the gayle till dawn
repress the blooms of time
yet shadowed by romance
still dream along shall i
behope a spring of sun
which fills this yawning void
behold the scents of spring
beneath your cursive smile
to wait upon a day
yearning for misty greens
dressed up in coils of love
until eternity
to ooze a sight of heaven
to bleed a laugh again
even as stale horizons
fervently await
a day which breathes upon
brilliance of tranquil nights
surround a whirl of stars
and kiss our florid sky
as bristling autumns flow
from her dreamy eyes
my maestro shall compose
the adagio of life
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
it refuses to leave
a lashing soaring tide
the frozen etch of past
on ripples of my mind
the shattered reverie
forged into scripted moves
fading out as weeks
yet vivid i assume
which mirrors as a rift
between the sea of love
sandwiched reluctantly
with turgid smiles of
a pair of sunken hearts
dissected by the world
be lost unto our fate
as oceans conceal pearls
across the breadth of life
by breed of hailing wise
who pompously reject
shackle our maiden flight
constrain the gayle till dawn
repress the blooms of time
yet shadowed by romance
still dream along shall i
behope a spring of sun
which fills this yawning void
behold the scents of spring
beneath your cursive smile
to wait upon a day
yearning for misty greens
dressed up in coils of love
until eternity
to ooze a sight of heaven
to bleed a laugh again
even as stale horizons
fervently await
a day which breathes upon
brilliance of tranquil nights
surround a whirl of stars
and kiss our florid sky
as bristling autumns flow
from her dreamy eyes
my maestro shall compose
the adagio of life
