The shadow of mist will disappear,
birds will fly on a chirping sound;
life will nurture in every corner,
some will rise — now, or later,
with a roosting sound, or one of me.
Wryly drawing a million shades in the sky,
with so many phases of life,
it reaches every new direction it finds —
little things to hold, and to say.
And from a far distance,
I stare at your potency,
far beyond any reach to conquer:
the dawn of a day.
Gone far into the night,
leaving only clues in sight;
they reach you everywhere you go —
a world of joy, and of rejoicing…
Falling through the sky,
below your dream-line;
walking upon the trees,
the storm has passed your side…
There you go, and shine —
the glory of her, and its time;
withered, and trembled,
but nature has its own drawing…
I stand between one and another:
one is close to my heart,
and the other, devastating;
but far beyond, where I reach, I found her by my side…
Nature.
I walk on the sky, I play with the wind;
I sleep with the moon, and wake with the sun;
I love everyone, and someone —
today, I am the one: you.
She is tenderly hiding herself in a smile,
spreading happiness, while hiding her eyes;
more precious than the narrowest light,
when she whispers a new song every day…
Slightly she shies away with her smile,
its traces leaving joy amid the cry;
the more she looks around — but love
stays back with her, and hope, inside me.
Every day of her raises a voice,
but with a gentle caress, it settles into a smile;
though far from the moon and its light,
she smiles, and loves, beneath the starry sky…
An endless gaze, through her eyes;
the farther I reach, the more I lose mine;
and she smiles, girlish and shy —
and I fly to endless joy, in the smile of her eyes…
Like the memoirs of a day,
I welcome these winds;
like your breath,
I breathe this night, every day.
And like the night that comes every day,
I come with the hope of you;
and like the silent whispering of love at night,
I love you, each day.
Before the moon dwells, before the sun rises,
I watch the shore after night;
glimmering in the shadow of light,
wherever my eyes rush — to you.
And I keep on talking to you, until
you wake up in the light of the sun;
and I find you everywhere,
but I am never going to stop it,
till I am in your arms, and out of the existence-race.
And the raindrops keep on falling on my head…
and I am lost in you — my mother, nature.
I gaze up to the endless sky,
the blue, the vast, with countless tries;
alone, and in groups, flying high,
the birds of the sky pass by me…
I find my colour in the clouds of the sky;
life is beautiful, ever — no denying;
and in the morning dawn,
I wonder, watching, all day long…
I open my eyes, and I am flying in the sky;
you are everywhere, here.
With the melody of the winds, blowing high,
I gaze at this gazeless sky…
I look to the farther sky,
everything in miniature, potent in itself;
though far from dreams and reality,
the sky is raining with love today…
The city sleeps with light,
with a blanket of dreams and night;
at the edge of shore and success,
the night shines more than the day…
The city runs on the metro track,
and people upon one another;
to dwell, and to do well, it fills everyone —
and whispers its loneliness, on a wonderful night.
Glancing out the window one night, I see
hundreds of wanderers — of mine, and of yours;
all are a part of this night, and apart from the daylight.
When all are forks of my one, or many, desires —
what shall I understand from the faces of time?
It was long ago, in the bazaar of love,
when ships were sailing in the hue of sand,
and we travelled miles together —
but spent the rest of the journey in hate.
I hide myself in the sand of time,
passing through and through that mile;
she comes and goes with a hope —
one day, or one life, I’ll have her.
Like a desert with no reason for death,
I never could stand a reason to love again;
but with the grace of words, and of silence,
I speak my hate again — with a love for her.
She is a miracle of storm,
flowing away with every gust of the tale;
some are stories, some are fable —
but I just settle with the dream of her.
And with the loss, I conquer the fear of losing her.