Scattered

Let my heart to erupt,
So could the love filled,
Flood out to cure my pain;
As sea leaves her pain in flood,
Embracing the shores.
Let my soul to be scattered;
So could thoughts of you
Bound together to me
Fly aloft to the ether to make my soul calm;
As if body seeks calmness in death.
May the eyes of mine be famine;
So shalltnot I have tears to course;
As a tree with no leaves
to shun in autumn.
Better was to take my heart out
And to screw it on the
Sword of your blaming words,
Despite allowing me
To keep it within my left chest
And burning me alive.

A love song

To my innocent friend, whose soul is
Clear’st as the streams of my dreams,
And pur’st as the white roses in my garden:

Some day shall we meet other than in my dreams,
Or never shall we gather other than in my dreams.
I shall touch your face other than in a trance one day.
Or never shall I see you other than in my trances.
Keep me in your remembrance and lov’st me
As the day lov’th the night.
Never shall they gather; and never shall they stay apart.
Never may we gather; never shall you be
Parted from me without tearing my spirit into pieces.
Let my thirst be satisfied, drinking the honey,
You gives me through your living words;
And let not the dying hours send me
Into your forgetfulness.

Unsatisfied

Unsatisfied am I with the words I couldnot speak.
Unsatisfied am I with the thoughts I couldnot think.
Unsatisfied am I with the Love I have bestowed.
Unsatisfied am I with the Love I have been honoured.

Life without words to speak is a heaven with no spring.
My thoughts hath flew aloft the sky and hathnot returned yet
As a sparrow which flew away to find chows for her little one and returned not.
Wait shall I for my thoughts as the little sparrow in the nest for her mother.
If she returnth not, the little sparrow may die of hunger,
As my soul dieth of hunger for unthought thoughts and unspoken words.

Storms loveth the trees than the breeze doth.
Still the love is unknown to the woods
For storm hath touched them a few moments in love.
A storm hath been I from my very birth even.
And was loved only for a while through my living.
How shall I be satisfied with the life.
For it unsatisfies my immortal desires.

And in my life after my death I shall be living with her.. ..

" Filled of dreams were my yesterdays.
No dreams hath I dreamt in my yesterdays
wherein your facade wastnot.
... How shoudst I dream a dream without you
For you were the weaver of my dreams.
No truth was there greater
than the truth whispered you with your wet eyes.
'I love you', said you, with wet eyes and quivering lips.
Heard it with a rejoiced heart I.
Walked we through the flower laden path of the gardens
And kissed each others heart with heart.
Kissed you my cheeks many times
And I received it in flourished joy.
Melted we with joined hands and hearts in the busy crowd
Who hath been spending their dying hours in haste.
I mourned not when you went bidding a farewell eternally.
For you hath taught me death even can separate us not.
I worried not when you thawed in eternity’s sea as a drop.
For I hath been promised: you should await me in the sea.
Greek sayth: Aphrodite is a myth and lives in mythology.
For me Aphrodite lived with me in my yesterdays
Lives in my remembrance today.
And in my life after my death I shall be living with her.
How shoudst I cry as you hath given me
plentiful thoughts in the past days of joy to recuperate my sadness.
Halo of your love lingereth around my soul hitherto.
And I wished to join you no longer staying here.
But angel of death hastnot been kind to me yet.
My dreams are over and bountiful days are past.
Is there any pain greater than those’s who can even dream not;
I realized that you went taking the fountain of my dreams with you.
I shallt await no longer for my call
to join you in the angel-guarded sea.
I have started the hours of anticipation.
‘tis the dream that shall enliven me henceforth "

To the one who Cries for me . .

 "Shall there be someone
who mayst feel lost after I am gone ?
Shall there be a soul on earth that mayst live
... with the memories I have given to remember ?
Shall there be a star that mayst dance
with me when I will be with them ?

Aye, the one who cries for me !
Never feel lost: I shall await you until the end day of your voyage
With another star in my hand for you to dance with.

O beautiful star ! dance with me
atleast until the one on earth, who remember me, join me here.

Aye the one who lives with the memories of mine !
Live with my memories, and pass on your memories
to the ones who mayst weep when you join me here.
And we shall wait with another star in your hand for them to dance with.

O , we will be dancing in the sky for ever,
With the infnite stars in our hands,
For the ones who loved us,
With the love we forgot to give,
For the love we couldn't receive-
For death shalln't come near to the bodies those were died once. "

If you can forget me not . .

If you can forget me not and still suffer the pain,
Say this in your heart:

... " God, he came and filled within me as rain
And vanished into ether as vapour,
Thank thou, he wasn't a cloud, so I might have to see him every day.
He came and embraced me as a storm and drew back,
Thank thou, he wasnot a breeze
that would have been waving around me every moment.

He appeared before me as crystalline mirror
and broken down into pieces.

Thank thou, he became not my own reflection,
That would give me remembrance of him every hour.


He came to me and talked to me in my days,
And appeared as a dream in my dream
and sung of his love to me in the nights,
and disappeared with the sunrise. 

Thank thou, he became not my days and nights,
That would compel me to live within him.

He kissed my life and went away.

Thank thou, he became not my life,
That would tempt me to live my life for him.
Thank thou."



Age

Ages rolled.
Many springs blossomed.
Autumn shunned many leaves.
... Rain storms tempted us many times.
Together was the journey started-
And the way a joyful one.

Oh! The dreams were shattered.
The ways were sad filled many.
My road-fellows parted
through the ways they found.
Each one was alone;
And each one wept.

No life ends without a destination,
for each soul holds a destination
But premeditated by the hands of destiny.
Unknows shall remain my destination for me,
Until I reach there,
and smiles back with the very pain that sustained me,
to the fallen leaves
in the path I have walked.

I reached my destination.
Nay, destiny was fashioning my way
With her invisible hands and waiting for me.
Again another bud shall blossom.
Another leaf shall become a memory.
Another drop of rain shall fall
Into the heart of soil.

Come, let us dream for an other day-
Wherein dreams shall remain unshattered;
And no one shall be alone;
No one shall weep.
Only remember me until the dawn of
Another day of dream's fulfillment.