She spumes,babbles,murmurs and clamours
Indeed a belle so enticing n astounding
The drooping branches of trees bows to touch her
But she becharms and beckons all to her infinite *****
The foliage bedecks her,twines her
Draped in silver robe,her hair dishevelled
She flows on to lure all to its boundless beauty

Perplexed,forlorn,tormented
I stood like a lost vagabond,
Suddenly a fog of darkness entwined me
Hauled me to a murky fen
Where eternal darkness prevails
Where illume hesitates to Access
The aching memories of my  grim,obscure past throttles me to nausea
They pulse with a keener sting, wriggles me to extreme agony
Oh! Let me be submerged in the perpetual blindness
For the deceitful,diabolic world does not allure me anymore
I longer wish to see the distorted,crafty visage of the world
For she entices the humans to perish
Let me not be bewitched by the ravishing charm of the uncouth world
Ah! The solitude and tranquility delights me to frenzy
Redeem me from this malicious world
I now seek refuge in the icy hands of death
To be entrapped in the eternal servitude of happiness

THe pursuit for my soul is futile.
When I lost the 'I' in me.
Where do I rove for it?
It ranged around like a rambler.
Striving to retrace its bygone past.
In quest for its ultimate abode of glory days.
Where in spring once it twittered as a bird.
Soaring high in the firmament and swaying on branches with its companions
When fluttered joyously as a butterfly with kaleidoscopic wings
When the beetles hovered around her to win her love
When life was all mirth and merriment
Ignorant of the awaited spiteful days ahead
To mutilate her joys to woes.
Oh!if those departed days could be reanimated;
Alas! Those splendid days have pined
Its angelic infancy(gratitude to wordsworth who coined this word)cannot be reiterated.
Its prime rosy youth cannot be reawakened
If those luminous days could rekindle my soul
But TIme is craftyand never allow us to revert to antiquity
It only grapples me with the gruesome present
And make me writhe.
Who can revive those yesteryears in this world?
It now realises that reality us crabby,yet a verity
Hence it retreated its steps,impregnated and replenished the 'I' in me.
The lost soul now the realistic me.-----

The fountain of eternal happiness -The Rain.
Dusky evenings with nature's abundant showers
fills the air with earthy fragrance,the hearts with the music of love
longs to range around with wings, by the caress of gentle, breeze
The hypnotic evening  beckons me to dance n drench in the shower of love----

The strangles of loneliness
Enslaves me now
Perplexed thoughts, solicitous core
My bleak existence flutters around me
Mutilated happiness,blisters of mockery;
Fetters of servitude, spurious relations,
The kaleidoscopic fragmented dreams displays a smoky life
Lumps of derision whips me
The supine state, the reiterance of life,
The nauseous, humdrum drudgery
Futile sacrifices of noble heart
Annihilation of sublime love
Crestfallen;The sequestered life allures me
I succumb to its wheedle
I realise the beauty of seclusion
It mitigates the sores of my agony, my bruises
Which pulse with a keener sting
It buries the pangs of love and scaffolds me from my wretched state
When one is while in mother's
Womb, secure n carefree.

In a delighted mood!!!
Waiting desperately for tht spring days of our bygone past
When we metamorphose into the real you and me
Awakening ourselves from our dormant past
Plunging ourselves into our yesteryears
Reviving the fragrance of our nectarous affinity
To be basked in the fervor of our love and friendship
Let the wine of ecstasy
Be overflown
Revel ourselves to the pinnacle of frenzied joy
Let the cloudburst stroke the earth and tattle with it
I plead the Time to hasten and race ahead
To fetch me the most awaited day
To meet my sweet friend
It rains in my heart too!!!!!!

Tried to mend the fragmented pieces of my favourite portrait
But cudnt coz one of them is lost
Each time I try to retrace its origin nature
It cannot be completed
When did u hide from me?
Where did u vanish?