`` Fragile Silence ``

With lamented eyes and poignant heart
every beat sounds sad and every tear shrieks
on the brink of tributary, on the pebbly floor
amid of fathomless silence, and water acoustics
hand in glove like silence and dusk are
and cheerless river was tarrying for my arrival.

Like sun was going to dip in the creek,
and enchanting communication of birds.
Like flourishing buds hovering on the water
and the scene of dancing aquatics.

Like gloomy stream, I hold flowing soreness
inside along my hearts deep ravine.
Like gleaming rays, there exist no bounds
where my affections would give up.
Like blooming buds, Thee could adorn me
as they made this cheerless rivulet.

Like the firmament appears with earth on the horizon
I behold charisma beyond their every tryst.
Like the wind and the desert fragrances’ along
dune to dune – in the scent of dust.

Like their tryst – let us have the charm of one
beyond the horizon, on the sly.
Like wind and dunes – let us get mixed up evermore
in the aroma of love – Thee in Me and Me in Thee.

No more it'll remain a dusk - if we'll meet at the sundown
But'll emerge in a dazzling dawn - like sun and moon dancing as one.

~ Ode To My Tutor ~

Let this dusk ebbs in the obscurity.
let the dawn breaks the threshold.
Beneath the glittering sun & sunken stars,
let me knit some verses in his tribute.

Deep in my mind, there lies a bulk of queries,
I feel a lump in my throat
and a rush of beats inside the bosom.

Phew!

What If I couldn't mold my musings?
What If I couldn't shape them up?
The whole obsession- whets my appetite
and the answers came up in haste.
On his every gag; what I've cherished.
Within my heart; I'm glad,
for enthusiastic lad, I've chosen as tutor.

In him not less than an amigo - I've found.
A Lesson behind his every speech,
Not on the inkling notions - I'm telling this,
about this ebullient chap & his savvy.
Along the lanes of perceptions,
through my heart's whole realm,
I've beholden - what I'm jotting down.

I Desole! For my every Faux pas;
for I ain't befitting in thy anticipations,
for my bitter experience in thy subject.
Honest to Allah-I give it my best shot,
with a devoted mind - I've burned the mid-night oil.
Yet I find myself in the vibes of failure - haplessly.

From the touch of his fine style,
and the heights he has scaled in knowledge.
It seemed, no longer I am tamer.
About his clarity and Fanaticism, I wish I could say aloud.
They glints in him, alike stars in the firmament.
By his tact, I'm embolden to such extent,
that I'm revering calculus on the tip of thoughts.


In thy gratitude most amicably.
For thy clarity,
For the zeal I've engrossed.
So-Gracias for made me feel proud.
I remorse for my ha'p'orth ode to thee,
I remorse for my insufficient notions,
for my pen has wind up to compose further.
And I failed to explain Thee.
 

 

Beyond The Hills

The airstream beyond the dark hills – came in haste
with a scent of thine – with song of thy voice.
The serene reign on my senses – & appeared in Goosebumps
when I felt thy handshake & thy taut clasp.
The soreness was too hard to abide – that made me miserable
I grasp my head and sobbed my heart out.

Where you are? Who used to be my shadow ones
whom else my destiny will ask to expel next? – I’m afraid
Along the past memory lanes – I go to seek out Thee
Interim; with a poignant face – those beautiful moments
called me anew – to adore and to accompany me
For awhile eccentric loneliness – came in the finest attire
All the distressed  wits – get on their wings.

I saw Thee and I – having belly laugh – oh! Give me five
On those stupid gags – I used to cherish every dusk
Oh! How long? – How long I have to wait?
To see Thy striking face – “gem like eyes”.
To laugh those laughs again – To see Thee vis-à-vis
Come soon oh comrade – I hate to wait – Thou know.

Amid of filthy folks – I’m struck – I’m alone
So unfamiliar to me – about friendship – unknown they are
In the shadow of deep obscurity – beneath the starry sky
where we often take sojourn – I’m all secluded there
My spirit soars with a hope of meeting you gain
and tears trickle down my cheeks – with a great sigh
Any gift cost not a cent – nor this distance matters
To my “Tenfold Love” – From me to Thee
In Last, I admit – beyond the dark hills
Beyond the couple of fortnights – is where my ecstasies’ reside.