Grief's pilgrim's

As I sail past this sea of loneliness,

For few epoch's back you were by my side,

As I embraced you and passions rode high.

I looked into your eyes and saw,

Your eyes filled with love for me.

And in your tuneful whispers,

You sang to my ears,

How much you love me.

I have skipped a beat since,

For you have left me in these,

Darkest of dark valley’s.

For you took off with a part of me.

I feel so incomplete

For I have been taken away from.

The golden glow of your eyes

and the blossoms of your smiles.

Why have you left me by?

In these solitude dwellings,

stealing very soul from me.

Your soft breaths fading away.

Forgo me not my love,

for, I long to be by your side.

For, I long for those charms.

Where I'd have a heartfelt smile.

For your soft breaths are like,

calm restoring breeze that,

 soothes my souls sores.

For those guiltless moments, I crave

to be by your side my love.

your lips bear sweetest nectar for this lurching bee,

your voice as sweet as the humming of birds,

your whispers are like the ,

chirping of birds in those vale’s.

my hearts overwhelmed ,

o'er your warm cuddles.

I can see the calmness in you,

waft oe'r the strongest storms,

though anxiety lures along,

your calmness shows me,

the valour to face any storms at calm.

The dreams we dreamed,

visions we envisaged,

the jounrneys planned and not travelled

though short would realm sweetest,

memoirs of our times together.

Its griefs pilgrims we are,

griefs pilgrims , we ought to be,

This stir and these strife's ought,

to be morsels of our visions.

visions we'd envisage, far newer ones.

but I shall always return to these shrines,

these shrines we built, and

so wishfully dwelt.

Your love, I shall take,

to my very grave.

In it I shall lay the visions and dreams,

That I hold with dear fondness.

Grief’s pilgrims we are,

Grief’s pilgrims we ought to.

A PAIR OF WANDERING EYE'S

A pair of wandering eyes,
down the isle.
met my my eyes glare.
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A million word's were exchanged in a glance,
yet.. again and again....
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We knew this luminaue would,
cont-rue the snare ,
which we would rue to have ripped.
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Yet , we walked the glare of the,
lowly path our eyes paved.

A million words would not express,
the bounteous joy we felt.

We knew that grief followed.
Yet , let it,
the fallen leaf at the dawn of,
our eye's glare.

I held her hands and walked the,
woods with her dear pets.
We walked up to that very,
small mountain hills,
following our eye's glare.
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We watched the wandering star's,
and the silver flur of the moon's glare.
There I kissed my love,
and she stole my breath.
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;Tears rolled down that very eye's
and dropped deep into my hearts streams.
Her voice fading through thin air,
echoed pains down stream.

I shall wander those hilly low's,
and fragrant blossom valley's.
for I shall find her ,
some day in eternity.
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;For tear's dropped on the bank's
may have dried but tears dropped,
into my heart's streams endure's,
to form fountains down stream.
Neigh boulders nor dam's shall
stop this very flow,
Till I sigh my last breath.

mother earth's blessings through my grandmothers palms

Worn out leaves laden on fresh earth,
filled with moist and silver bliss,
brings the scent of mother earth.

As I walk holding the hands of my grand mother,
so lost in the excitement of child hood blues,
Chirping birds bring melody to my ears.

As we walked past the rivers,
laden with lotus flowers,
flowing along without heading to us.
Far ahead I can see the golden rays,
kissing the covers of mango trees,
full of leaves and fruits.

The lakes and rivers we crossed,
showered their blessing's on us.
The black wooden boats,
leaden with silver sands,
paddling along the coasts,
waving to us.

I could see the golden rays shining upon us,
kissing my grand mother and warming her heart.
so much so that the glow around her made me warm.

I walked along holding my grandmothers hands.
I could see small, sweet flowers,
spring up to wish us morning bliss.
shedding their sweetness upon us.

I was awry and tired,
I looked up to see my grand mother,
still shining yet panting.
we finally sat down to rest,
on the banks under the shades,
with the earth soft under us,
allowing us to relax.

This place has been blessed by heavens,
with mirth's , melodies, moist and greenery.

I could see the warm bliss of air,
greeting my grandmother.
so much to sooth her soul.
I was still holding onto my grandmothers hands.

So much of care,
So much of love,
So much of bliss.
God has blessed me with mother earth,
sending their warmth,
through my grandmothers palm's.
Alas, all my heart's desires has come to pass.

holiday in God's own country

My soul has calmed and stilled,

like strings on a violin.

The winds whispering,

playing its tunes.

Echoing my wildest passions,

forming chords of music.

Mirroring a scrawl of luring stories.

Rich monsoon clouds,

raving to scatter silver bliss.

Swaying along with the,

wrath of vicious breeze.

Who shall help sooth my pain more,

than thee my God's own country.

DEATH

It gazes at you,

It invites you,

Invites you to some dark ,

mystic places where many ghosts walks,

It spurs you to walk along,

But never accompanies you,

And leaves you with a lonesome hush!

Grave do I see,

Just another yard for a passer-by,

Time has come when,

All you have held close

shall seem to deprive you,

A day I see ,

When I say goodbye,

to this world's glories,

To those lakes, banks of rivers,

sailing boats, blooming flowers

natures wonders,

those adoring beauties,

awe! lost have I,

the youths Vigour

All ye fools that have,

held these faltering things,

too close to thy heart

shall feel thy souls churning

But all ye souls ,

that have been lurching

in divinity , shall see,

Glory in eternity.

lifes strugles no giggles

Life has been a struggle,

loosing has been a pain,

But that hasn't set me insane

yet I have felt the throes in my soul

that has estranged me to a heartfelt giggle

For the roses we place on the graves may decay

But the memoirs they gave may replay

Life has been a struggle

but all the year's lost in struggle

has not gone in vain

For I have the valour to face this struggle

with a heartfelt giggle

Life has been a riddle

much have I had to fiddle

But I shall shrug-le the pain

and wriggle to gain

For I have made the wildest woe

to look up-to the greatest love,

and giggle at life's struggles.

SOME PLACE DOWN VALE'S

I'd sit back and steer the ride,
to some place down vale's
Brace the blowing winds on my face
I'd sit back and enjoy the ride
Ride on and on till I reach ,
the middle of nowhere

And the morning whites fade's
Driving o'er the valley's and hill's
my clothes fluttering with the breeze
Gazed and lost in thoughts
yet steering my ride.

Ne'er felt this gay
all my life
Bliss of my solitude ride
riding by the dusk
Singing lullaby for the sun to sleep
Almighty Lord I'd thank thee,
for this adoring beauty.

I'd sit back and ride
till the moon peeps out of the sky,
and so does the stars
Appearing as though it were
following me around.
Till I saw a pale dull pallor
of a gas lit cottage.
With bated breath I'd go to sleep.
sleep like a fallen tree,
sleep till the morning lights
lights my face.
Off will I go on my ride,
to some place down vale's.