My moments of silence your moments of passion
living it in your name..
My darkness my solitude your presence my fortitude
after all, love is but a game..
The endless fervor the heart so desires
makes you go insane..
I feel my heart but feel your pain
if only, loving you was the same!
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
love a game? Trivializing a deep and spiritual emotion, aren't we?
Lost and found
Have I ever found you
My past alway with you but you without me
My present struggle to find you
Would it be too late
My future with you but without me
I lost my self to find you
MY BOOK, FOGY WORDS AND THE FIRST AND THE LAST PAGE.
As I lay down, by the sea, counting the sorrows of the world,
Which sorrow did I miss or I shall start with the first,
My words shall wash away, with these punitive winds, I shall repeat in my agony again and again, as if I never did,
Blistering winds, consciousness of the waves, the hazy and the numb stars, remind me of the mystery of your eyes, that I suffered;
I equate the sorrows to mine so that I still feel,
I lose my senses in this absurd glass of wine which I hold
I wait there in all conscience with this feeling of despair,
My world is not as lonely as it should be,
My sorrows are not that far, like how far those ships are, I hardly see,
I see them chanting at me, while that wind smoothly pushes us closer,
Far away that light which I see beyond that sea,
I am waiting anxiously to feel that intensity,
I have travelled and waited enough to feel it,
My heart murmur swiftly as every second goes further, the every ship that gets closer,
Alas, I quietly breathe this disciplined air which heals
But yet again sun arises,
I just lie by my illusion of fantasies while beside the sea and my and world sorrows disappears as this golden day arises in front of me.
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