Hearts overwhelmed when our deeds are admired,
If appreciated and rewarded what we desired;
The moments of extreme happiness,
That erases my heart loneliness‘;
I joy with my hands open in the air,
Remember the talks with Lord during my prayer;
Forgotten how I spent my onerous time,
In front of unparalled joy and hearing chime.
I may not forget to thank…
My soul is thankful to you,
in every spot of life and in every dark site;
In everyday of enchanted life, in every rhythm of a played fife;
destined me with all my desires, my dreams, my leeway,
and a beautiful world for me
Life ambled with boons, unfeigned in giving enormous gifts
meticulously, as I see;
We are never so piety to spare our little time in your talks,
every being is prevailed with the thought of a supreme stalk;
conduce him to enlighten his heart and soul,
else would spare life in accomplishing envious goals;
I want to remember you in every second of my life,
be with me so I may not forget you during any joy or strife.
We are not always right….
Not every time we are the King,
sometimes even create a fuss as we sing;
Remember even the leaf would dance on thy will,
then who are we, intruding the nature’s skill,
the eerie tornados of inhuman morality,
killing the every truth with its brutality;
Everywhere brume of bloodless notions are furled,
enervated this powerful creation as drab world.
Feelings roaming in heart, ideas blooming in mind
To mend my dreams, life to meet lovely beams;
A deep peal of thunder engages me day and night,
Glimpses of dream in my heart, makes the life bright;
A never ending fear of dismay and of failing,
Snuff these saddened waves in heart prevailing;
Give me the power to accomplish my desires from these
Swarm of dreams,
I believe they would always let me my ways to achieve, it seems.
You say, grief abode with you,
cries, blames day and night, thought as piteous than none others,
always crippled, live in excuses and adjure for boost in front of divine mothers;
unknown to themselves that they are hidden offenders for the state caused,
raise to the truth, mortal, existence is not just up to you, so be paused;
peek out in the world apart you, millions are more grievous than your words,
just once be their part, you’ll learn to be the happiest and fortunate among the herds…..
Kids are your dew….
My reason to survive,
my reason of pride,
life is mizzled ever for you,
a look of yours, then no eddies of pains are viewed,
me desires your presence all my life,
forgets, you intent to aspire your panorama..
just with me for little more time,
your little discomfort tortures my heart more,
All prayers are for you, felicitations for you,
my soreness in life, would then be a contentment if you in well-being.
A storm of blended thoughts, either calmed or weird,
A cluster of moments holding,
A pack of impressions rolling,
Unique or similar may be in various beings,
On which depends one’s destiny, pains and seeing.
Can take us to the castle of charming colours,
Or can meet us to the nights of dreaded pillars;
Gestures appear as an outcome of feelings,
Avenues are reached by them, skies are touched by them;
Unleashed enormous ways with them, can reach anywhere, do anything with them;
Can bring charisma and bright aura of ours,
If enchanted our heart with timely hours.