She does not belong to ashes,
She burns the flames inside
And swims in the deep sea
Of fire.
She is a pretty firefly
In the rhythm of high tide
During the dark night.
A bowl full of sunshine,
Her attitude is savage,
She walks with a heart
Of pure gold
And the passion
That can never be sold.

I imagine us sitting
underneath a tall tree,
holding hearts
through ups and downs
and you’re gazing at my
glittery smile so intensely.

I imagine us talking
through eyes and not by words,
through all the versions of
love and trust,
I’d choose to be with you.

I imagine
a lifetime with you.

The mesmerizing shades of pink
Of the sunset,
The birds going to
Their premise,
And the dark colour
Of the dusk
Calling the moon and the stars at a rise,
When the bright light of the sun demise.

When our fingers interwined
All my evilness flew away,
I felt like I was in heaven
And danced like I was just eleven.

When I turned my eyes towards you,
You looked so fine
And your flawless smile
Lightened up my heart for a while.

I drifted towards you
Like the river falls in the sea.

A glimpse of you
Made me believe
That my once and for all
Is nothing but looked like
You.

That dark night he couldn’t sleep
And I knew he was muttering something too deep.
Alarm rang at six,
I picked my heart up to fix.
I went to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast
And saw him staring his son after an hour past.
His train was at nine
And he whispered, “Darling, stay fine”.
We went for the station
And saw thousands of soldiers going to save their nation.
Sorrows were all around,
I saw tears falling on the ground.
Five minutes to go nine,
He went to take his seat in a line.
He held my hand through the window
And said, “If I didn’t return back,
Tell our son his dad loved him beyond imagination 
And died in the battlefield for our nation”.
He kissed me
And gave me a strange smile,
As he knew he was going far away in just a while.
Nothing was an amiss,
But I knew that was the last kiss.

Dear love,

"Hold my hands and I'll conquer
Through the odds."
Like the sun spreads
the light, after the night,
you rejoice my life's every instant.

Your portrait dwells into
my eyes, so perfectly
as if it always
belonged to there.

Your presence comforts me,
it gives me courage
to stand on my feets bravely
and envisage the truths.

I know the man standing aside
the lying body,
with the shivering feets
and screaming silence.
That man, may be hiding his tears
or thinking about her fears.
The crowd giving him sympathy,
which could never pay off
the loss he never wanted to face.
Looking at her  closed eyes, that once saw infinite dreams
and her shattered mouth,
that once spoke like
the flow of streams.
Preparing for her burial,
he was dying every moment inside.
May be, he could never overcome
his mislaying.
Standing his beside I can see
his soul crying out loud
and asking to God, if everything could become sound.