Wings of Dreams Beat Hard...

Wings of dreams beat hard
Casting shadows
Rising and falling...
Of huge frames...
Flips d day...
His new face arises...
From bright and vivid...
To dark and dull...
Shadows lost...
For cloak of light...
Removed from the mirror of life...
And where once false
Now the being is lost
For this hour delayed yet shall fall...
Man let the bird land...
As days swiftly swing in the wings of dreams...
For night is delayed yet shall fall...
Morrow's dusk shall extend its fetters till eternity...

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Nature Of Things Fascinate Me

Nature of things fascinate me
I just think and move on
Stopping shall be a grave mistake
I walk along dusty dreamy ways
Pale...kissing...faint sunshine
Oaks amidst reed
Flowery beds
Sweet smelling spring


Trespassed beauty without a glance
Heartless not I am
Nor blind of sense or taste
Nor Lack I words of praise
That shall fill your heart with delight
Bliss ever
Master's creation...
Not that amuses me not...
Not that I love him ever more
Not that visage of miracle of thy creation has worn a thick veil before me

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Lamp Flickers Far

Lamp flickers far
And I follow its dull light
That falls wide through the silent forest night
Dim stars and the pale moon
A brook babbles nearby
Faint sound of birds invite the king of skies
Doors of horizon open in his honour
His men and cavillary glitter so gracefully through
As conquered they the heavens and the earth
Celebrate they the death and evil
But till the royal chariot rolls through the milky way with
Its fleet
And the majestic grandeur sets on throne
With a thousand angels of light saluting, honoring and
Admiring him
I follow my humble lamp
That guides me home...

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Where My Plight And Labor In Vain

Where my plight and labor in vain…
Night stretch, stretch again…
Daylight and dreams abroad…
Sleep’s urge, tire retire…
Grant me a muse or amuse…
That night cease, else its turmoil
Enliven the earthly delight, heaven’s design…
Draw close the day…
Or oh! Magnificent eyes cast upon me your sight…
With your grandeur I rise
Fall upon earth’s humble bed…
Wake again to tread…
On Thine footsteps divine…
Holy flight
Early hours of light…
Ablution of soul…
Never before
Steps so firm…
As I follow thee
Tireless toil…

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Upon The Heavy Breaths

Upon the heavy breaths
Dance the slow music
And unknowingly soul slips into its infinite eternity
An encounter which is
Neither as bright as mortal charm
Nor as divine as the immortal secret
Nor as lively as a melody
Nor as serenely pure as the silence
It was something beyond the beyond
That had touched the depths of my soul
Magnifying it
And taking it high
Where there is no descend but a flight to the Ultimate
To the Supreme
It was a moment of peace
Bird of love stretching its wings to the farthest corner
It was an encounter with my own self
So huge so divine
Know I so little
About the worlds, of worlds that lay within me...

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Hold You So Tenderly...

Hold you so tenderly so tenderly My Love...
You say the twinkling stars
The skies
Lands so far
Of great stories that come to us claded in astonishments
And glittering in superficial glory
Lands of Nobel Men nobler than their deeds
You say I'm destined to those heights
And to those far of heavens whose charms and tales have kept
Us from loving and adoring ourselves

You hold me Innocent love tenderly
To hide your fears of my flight...

And once again you say good bye...
And once again I have my excuse...
For your good bye says don't go
And when I say...
The Seas are rough
Winds blowth East...

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I have learnt to love beyond the beauty...

I have learnt to love beyond the beauty...
Face to face...
My eyes wonder...
Art shone in magnificence of range...
Merry face, fair and bright...
Solemn, serene, earnest eyes...
Long and crafted nose leaning down like a tower on the face
Yet some with charm and royal grace...
Ponder I faces that change...
Could restless heart connect to those beauties, to those charms?
Captivating to eyes so, leaves a fade impression on my heart...
My senses and sensibilities shall fall to praise to thy craft fine...
Finished with perfection…
Your brush that sways on the divinity of souls
Brushed off some divine dust at your last stroke...

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Did Daddy Cry?

Mist dense o'er face
Warmth consolation to days
Drizzle of the early rain...
Who's guise conceal eyes grave proclaim?

Smile embrace tear,
It's fall to shame never came.
Expressions of life complicated,
Lone smile be not it's element
Ease it, deny...
Share of mourn, grieving why?

Woods not evergreen...
Winds tress, not ever play willow.
Sun set never bright.
It's pale, it's cold, it contemplates.

Weather whims,
Water whirls.

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Bespeak Oh Reverent Soul!

Bespeak Oh reverent soul! !
Tempest has falleth.
O’er the oceans of silence.
O'er the vapors of dream.


Nightingale sings peace.
A lover's seared heart whales.

Don’t you hear their call?
Through the canopies of trees?
Across the sandal forests.
Does not the breeze bring to you
The fragrance of lilies in your lover's garden?
Does not your heart desire to sing
In unison with the nightingale forgetting wrath and grievance?
Is your tongue so impure...?
That it shall stain the holy words of love?
Then what revere you soul possess?
What shall you speak?

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Which shores I find thee?

Which shores I find thee?
Your footsteps lay at the heaven’s door...
Where no mortal soul could ever reach...

Do I trace the tune of harp...?
Or Albatross' flight...
O'er the night...
Through the horizon
The sky
Where lies your way, my beloved?

Across which dream I find thee...to life?
Which winter night, nigh your bosom flee?
Heard to it your breath...
I shall be awake...
On which temple's alter you offer your pray...
In which ground
Noons you play...
Where you have been?
Beckon...my heart shall know...

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