Some seeds are sown,
before the age dawn
'sprouting they are
after ther period of
slumber is gone..'
Oh Moon I thou act as gardener
sprouting the seeds
By sprinkling your white honey
A phoenix , bye virtue of your
romantic motion
bringing a change in my notion.
I a sufferer from
the viral attack of
my emotions,
forgetting the worldly mad race
for resolutions
whenever he makes ,
an proposition,
sometimes in my dreams
sometimes in my art,
a creation, a whimsical craze.
Impulses surround all around
whenever his thoughts traverse
through my spines,
then the heart is not confined
the locked door of emotions
is opened and jammed
the key of adolescence
bleeding romanticism,
coating my words before him
with a romantic,coating,
smiling , he listens to them,
oh those, stained words.
The door is opened ,
the wind beating incessantly.
The rose,a mere catalyst
to revive my love for him,
through the fragnance
reminding,that
he might be anywhere near.
He,whose essence,
whose charm
fills the whole ambience
emanating from his heart
giving a rebirth
to my art.
Let him not depart
though he hasn't arrived yet.
Let he become by nourishing
composition
the Mozart being
I myself,Oh! mighty director
Let him come and act
in his worldly stage
Giving a happy bloom
to my role,
sowing the seeds of
prosperity and satisfaction
in this restless incessantly beating heart.
Let alone, oh world
into a cosmic leisure
Let me become the astronomer
with a lovely telescope
and let he become
the star, my destination.
Let me alone
and my creativity
pounding in my heart
waiting a warm
feather.
Oh! World
Never brand him
a tumour in me,
Who gives my beating heart
restless and curious,
a search for the
showers of leisure and art....
before the age dawn
'sprouting they are
after ther period of
slumber is gone..'
Oh Moon I thou act as gardener
sprouting the seeds
By sprinkling your white honey
A phoenix , bye virtue of your
romantic motion
bringing a change in my notion.
I a sufferer from
the viral attack of
my emotions,
forgetting the worldly mad race
for resolutions
whenever he makes ,
an proposition,
sometimes in my dreams
sometimes in my art,
a creation, a whimsical craze.
Impulses surround all around
whenever his thoughts traverse
through my spines,
then the heart is not confined
the locked door of emotions
is opened and jammed
the key of adolescence
bleeding romanticism,
coating my words before him
with a romantic,coating,
smiling , he listens to them,
oh those, stained words.
The door is opened ,
the wind beating incessantly.
The rose,a mere catalyst
to revive my love for him,
through the fragnance
reminding,that
he might be anywhere near.
He,whose essence,
whose charm
fills the whole ambience
emanating from his heart
giving a rebirth
to my art.
Let him not depart
though he hasn't arrived yet.
Let he become by nourishing
composition
the Mozart being
I myself,Oh! mighty director
Let him come and act
in his worldly stage
Giving a happy bloom
to my role,
sowing the seeds of
prosperity and satisfaction
in this restless incessantly beating heart.
Let alone, oh world
into a cosmic leisure
Let me become the astronomer
with a lovely telescope
and let he become
the star, my destination.
Let me alone
and my creativity
pounding in my heart
waiting a warm
feather.
Oh! World
Never brand him
a tumour in me,
Who gives my beating heart
restless and curious,
a search for the
showers of leisure and art....
