I
HAVE NO REGRETS
You be in sea or you be in the sky
Or else be in a blaze or in tears
I go on searching your tiny cute eyes,
For the whole of my existence
Keeping all these beautiful memoirs
under my breast.
You consider it to be true or false
How I can explain you, my heart
Without you, everything is just a false.
I am not wet in the shower of rain
I am wet in tears deeply
Could it be that if one gets wet in the shower,
the immense sorrowful existence
is wiped out, even a slightest?
I don’t know, why, you might be thinking about me
You will be the very words of my poetry
of this colorless life of mine.
Take whole of my life span
Give all your sorrows and pain to me
When I go to cremation ground
Ditch me even,
shading two drops of tears only.
I have no regrets!
TEARS
OF A TAVERN
O my
friend!
Have you
ever understood?
Have you
tried to understand,
the
tavern’s sorrows?
Try to
get through at least once.
Today, I
am the tavern
and thou
the traveler.
Receding
away with
giving
out a tiny streak of light
I have
never asked -
Why did
you come?
Why did
you enter deep into,
this bruised
heart?
And
sprouted a handful of
emotions
and deepest outbursts
in my
very breast.
Below the
horizon of hopes
this
tavern, today, being desperate,
shed
tears
in the
memory of your loving presence.
To whom
should I tell?
Why
should I tell?
Who else
is there?
Who is
there to listen to its sorrows?
Only you
can pour joy within its life
Truly,
are you coming once more,
into the
domain of the hope of this solitary tavern?
You will
dispel out the,
darkness
shrouded
in the
mid of this four wall.
Is it
that the
tavern
would get an impression of light
on its
mortal body?
It will
thus gain,
the
impression of its love
and a
sign of peace and content.
Isn’t
that true?
You
vehemently come into the
solitary
pathways of my hope.
You give
out a fragrance
in my
garden of hope.
You are
my full moon
and I am
your water-lily.
This
solitude night
for you
and me only
Could lily
be existing without
the moon?
Now, tell
me, my friend.
Why are
you so far from me?
I can’t
bear any more.
I cry
with prostrating myself, bitterly.
Please,
bind me,
tight
within your arms.
Gaze on
me innocently, once please.
Your
peeping into my eyes, would
fill deep
sleep within my eyes.
Let’s
start
searching
our love,
deep in
that sleep;
with a
sense of oblivion towards
all these
sorrowful poetry!
Perfect
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