Sit beside my bed
Sit beside my bed
Before my breath starts counting to naught
One more last time
For many lives to come
Let our eyes meet once again to love
Before they part..

Let me once more smell the fragrance of you
The fragrance which I adore to keep
My breath will take the last smell and go
Along with it your memories will flow

Let me once more touch your wrinkled fingers
Once so soft like a wet rose petal
Smothered in roses under the grave
Those rubbing fingers alone will stay.

Let my heart again melt on your heat
The heat once covered me in vile winter colds
The warmth of your hugs and kisses of dew
Will fly with me to the heaven high.

While last slanting rays glaring my eyes
Sit beside my bed
Sit beside my bed..

on the wake of day
ah! I stir her hornet nest -
now longing sunset.

Oh words, open your gates and relish my thoughts
Without your shoulder, my walks are crippled
You are the might and the sight of the mind
Without you, we are just vacant glitters.
Every phantasm of emotions I create
Without you are vanity utters
Adamantine walls shatter at your grace
Touching hearts in soothing pace.
Oh words, fill my mind with the water of holy lakes
To cool those with blazing wrath
And to revile and extol those fantastic souls
And with my foolish wrangle let me amuse.
But I will control the natural urge to misuse
The patrimony of eminence of your creator
I perceive you as a two edged sword
Killing the aim and the aimer with no mercy.
So come and transform my trumpery pen
To a magic wand of flowing emotions.

I’m a page of the book of life
Once pure and lure and white as white
Oh! Now tinged with too many inks
Still many are waiting to scribble a few.
With puny hands some wrote me soft
Some are harsh they tear my heart
Supple hands draw labyrinth lines
My prosaic precincts some plundered and pierced.
Now the book is with a naughty child
He tears the pages as he please
One by one or bunches of many
My weary long page will last in his jest.

Wealth is a wheel which
vice and virtue turning well.
Solo vice follows,
fain to the wealthy abodes.
Why virtue is left behind?

I wish to love you, like the moth for the light,
Flickering your fire and ending on its heat.
I will shed my soft wings before your might
And embrace the grace, melting at your feet.

While the seasons refine, again my wings will sprout
And then with intense love, I will fly around.
Hear my little jingle, Oh! God I devout
If many lives given, on your candle I inbound.

I laid my head in an ocean of heather,
Drinking panorama of silent weather,
Life still ahead.

When swarthy sky sent the messengers of night,
My lost time started grappling with dreams in fight,
Left miles to tread.

Down the bed of heather, resting in timeless world,
Echoes of silent words, yet to be uttered swirled,
Not an ear to be read.