Incessant writhing, restiveness and pain Deep inside at the core of my heart, these do flourish & breed Their successive & demonely endeavours To get freedom from unbreakable clutches of delicate emotions Do never ever succeed.
At the threshhold of my maleable heart A silent entry of hitherto unfelt emotions Busy in gleaning the shattered memories of my dormant past Dovetailing them hard & giving these a golden cast.
The same old, aeonic & profound pain Rises slowly but, it pinches again My innocent heart gets fiercely swayed It succumbs even when the issues are unnoticed to motley crowd and appear to be wierdly trite Because the only language it understands best is of "intense love" & not of any petty fight.
The journey of life was boorish & deadly boring, My wading heart had very long to wait But Himalayan thanks to the caring & ubiquitous god Now my baby- smile is back As I have got one pretty- pretty SOUL- MATE.