Precisely how far can the nightingale fly
Bearing the melody of my love to supply
For whom my soul pines in all its fervent
Yet each time the eyes refuse to consent

To confront those braided angelic curls
Radiating perfection, glimmering pearls
The smile of whose a tender brilliant art
Impeding the course of blood to my heart

Like oceanic waves she skims across
The blazing street turning sweet frost 
Oh dickens just how herculean I find
To convey what governs all humankind

Oh so naturally the old stalwarts confessed
All pure emotions they so freely expressed 

Deliriously how even at instances I pursue
Plagued by passions so hard to subdue
Still hold back as she walks past so soon
Beguiled by such sight, naturally I swoon 
Like a partridge gazing the brilliant moon

For even if the mountains lose hold of winter snow
Embrace they so subtly the arrival of spring glow
And whilst an ambrosial aroma often ceases to exist
Its sweet taste in memory forever continues to persist

Ironically unfortunate though presently seems my state
When to burn mercilessly in love appears to be my fate 
For even as play all chords and rhymes unfeigned
Falter I each time, lost, in a silent voice exclaim

How fervidly I shall wait for all ages to pass
Let the cities be toppled by tufts of grass
And beneath that endless cloud dappled sky
Where oceans shall roar, no soul would cry
Divine virtues shall complement sunrise 
Liberated such shall be our paradise 
All my years shall pass where
So closely embosomed in thine
One where each thy breath I endeavor 
Would so chastely melt in mine...

Love doth not with sealed eyes dear

Vicious beasts lurk in dark to devour 

Thy righteous soul so tastefully crafted

Obliterate they all hope like a dead flower

Trust no one in impulse sweet princess

Thy heart is still tender; a fragile crystal 

Unacquainted with worldly abominations

That'll turn thy life truly pitilessly abysmal

From lips indifferent of caution thee sing

The delight of affection, the joys it brings 

Never have yet thee however tasted so far

The griefs that ensue, gravely bitter which are

The mournful sentiments of passing spring

Vanish when lovers without trace or reckoning

Elaborately serene thou art sweetheart 

Expressively radiant thy gaily blue eyes 

Engrossed perennially in youthful fancies

Enraptured by music, poetry & sweet lies

Oh just forgive my being so coldly practical 

For I gravely fear the premonition of betrayal 

One that may set upon thee so appallingly 

Bereave thee of thy innocence remorselessly

Profoundly perplexed I am to see

This golden necklace's fragility

Treasures which so delicately
Such pearls attracting hostility
From all those who solely pretend
Simply impersonate to be true
Lost who have all purpose
Each desire and vibrant hue
Priceless the gems seem yet
Valuable in other manner for me
Shed they light as on all who
Roam like grave monsters free
In the open, often intimate and close
Igniting this thought to such a degree
Just how hollow relationships truly are
How meaningless overall they can be...

All throughout that lonely deep-blue night

Soulfully sang I of divine morning bright
And just when the great sun rose up high
Of white spotless moon, remembered I

All throughout the sweet savory springs
Awaited I to cherish the autumn winds
And just when the earth embraced the fall
Began I requesting for blossoming to enthrall

All throughout those silent nippy evenings
Restlessly yearned I for busy engaging days
And just when the usual commotion ensued
Prayed I earnestly for some peaceful solitude

Lost in fine fantasy I was, where true reason fades
Imprisoned in cold wonder of surrounding climes
My spirit's insatiable shade; devoid of joy and bliss
Oh my poor youth I wasted, in search of gentle kiss

Soon realised later in that long immortal dream
A warm euphoric moment now which seems
That to wander in loveliness, is one's right and liberty
But pleasures of all seasons are subject to clear brevity

The taste of purer air even the glorious mountains trace
In quest of serener lands, rivers roam in anguish for days

To relish the fragrant honey, bees struggle in entire colonies
Seeking absolute perfection, all entities strive for better qualities

Wondrously clear is the idea to mankind
Even nature struggles for pleasures divine
Then why are we in this weary state unable
To abandon materialism turning again affable

The past of ours which joyously advances
Bright tone of love that fondly enhances
The present where we shall reside forever
Only With peace and harmony together
Ending all sorrows I solemnly endeavor...

Unnumbered years have passed it seems

Myriad of emotions still in thy eyes beam

At times of pleasure, blissful melody they seek

Amid the gloom of grief, with tears they speak

Of all moments once spent in solitude sweet
On flowery slopes among the stacks of wheat
Reminiscent of which are all thoughts refined
An encounter too sweet with an innocent mind

To this day all which, at times I gladly recollect
The scenes of splendour thee perfectly reflect
In thy crystal-adorned, pure amber eyes
Which sing of beauty; that long lost paradise!

One where we desired, to cherish an entire eternity
At a juncture complemented by the miracles of rain
What persist now are bewitching memories that prevail
As we pass each other, like strangers once again...

The Secret to Pleasure

So the season is here of flakes and snow

Succeeding the legacy of fall to bestow
Directions and ambitions for a new throne
A new impetus; hitherto I hadn't known

The whispers of the desolate wind
Kissing my lonesome longing soul
The waves of elixir speak highly of
Which in entirety is the ultimate goal

Satiate it would all humanly thirst I am told
When remark the brave stars with asperity
An aim too heavy for tremulous ocean to hold
Unattainable for a soul devoid of true divinity

In quest of which thousand men have withdrawn
From windless valleys into deserts vermillion
Hopelessly proceeding in the vast grey expanse
Embittered and lost, they drowned in oblivion

Wandered they till breathless seas,
Greeted there were by cold arid breeze
All they found was bitter-wild and black
In a rush for peace, met unsettling setback

But my heart is full of new love's glory
My eyes stand laughing; totally unafraid
Spilling confidence, no place for a tear
The past lies buried far too deep to fear

For miserably they missed an essential clue
To all the real treasures of life one can savor
The secret to which is seemingly open for all
Witness to it is every season and rich flavour
Veritably fulfilling; good heavens its literature!

So the night sky is finally clear

And yet thee sit with eyes of tears
What is it that makes you weep
What wounds thou harbor so deep

Consider me thy confidant
Treat me as thy broken heart
Confess what's so bitter to endure
That's turning thee so insecure

Is it some wish unfulfilled
Or any grievances thee bear
Pour it out totally undistilled
For exists no true need to fear

As even if the apocalypse is near
I make hereby a promise sincere
Thou wilt be my goddess to revere
My sole holy book in life to adhere

For Immortal like literature is my love for thee
Just smile and be my Shakespeare Oh dear...