Rich clouds shower love's rain

Upon thirsty lands of lovers minds

Seeding, ripening for the fertile flock

Comes her face; her charming features

O nature! Why you play with the sleeping ones?

One falls for you, the other for trapping love

Where is the savior?To whom do we pray?

Bitter means of deceit and corruptions play

With our minds and souls, hearts and bodies

Love is pure deceit: I shout nature- Both to blame

Blessed I am to have you here
To touch your apple cheeks dear
To feel the warmth of your true love
And cherish all here, down or above
I am so lucky, to have the lucky charm
Of nuptial beauty, charismatically warm
O love, my love! You are what I'd convert
This world may end, death comes,so what?

Social Media Iceberg
the iceberg’s fleeting gleam,
A glimpse of truth, buried in the stream.
Do you feel the furnace, the stifling weight,
Of masks we wear, concealing fate?

A flood of thoughts, suffocating and grim,
Killing the voice that once burned within.
A lifetime of hurt, sincerity drowned,
In the chilling silence where echoes resound

It was a dreadful night in mid summer,
Crackers of memories were sobering,
I paced toward home, in a melancholy
Of mood and hurt, love lost, betrayed
By a Sweet poisonous lass, On the way
Suddenly, twas' a figure aside the road,
Calm and tall, shadowless dark and lanky
My veins filled with fear, blood froze and eyes
Startled. No misery in life could beat
Misery of meeting an alien. I forgot
My troubles of life and ran for dear life.
As I glanced back, it was a tree and no aliens,
My hallucinations made it one. I cursed my fear and ran my more dear to live my life
Once again.

A Lambert chuckle was it, resting deep
Into frightful circle of trees, thereof, opening
Lantern of hope dies, shall I be more esteemed?
Rumbling with the grave of a sinner, tears wiped or not?
Shrugged is the gestures, of a dead man talking
Twittering in moans, voices of the wild mixed
Shallow timber puffs symphonies of death out loud
The decay is here’ where the deceased live no more
The final decay arrives; you shall see the color of her eyes!
The devil lives in them and smiles; Ah, the chanting

As you are my love's pin
I admire the  passion bin
Whosoever brings me love
For me, akin to a devils's twin
For love has hurt me too much
in days and nights, pain's fin
Living life with charity and grin
I feel nothing pure, all but sin
Let all the bitter things pass by
forgive, forget, and let me in

Dwell in a rustic whereabouts,
Dinning on sweet tasty trouts,
Forgiving unto all evils thus,
Fate is a new born curse,
Hoping for hopes of longing
Kissing the slaves wrong doings,
When shall the souls falter,
and when shall begin run after;

Days are passing, hopes are rising
People are living, People are dying
There is bitter love and tasty deciet
there is venomous ego, lovers' treat
We have come , we will go soon
to places far, scary and unknown
Till then, my friends let there be love
Let us hate the hate, and be peace dove