The sun up in the further sky like a one eyed car shined, The winter clouds froze up seeing the might of each other, Houses like addicts in quest for uncontrollable highs, smoked. Horizons filled with loneliness like an exotic dancer, undressed.
About passing days, no knowledge in passions I seek, For in them the fortunes and misfortunes of other souls, reside, Just as an onlooker bothered by none, bothering none, I rest, Ah’ dreams in many combinations into my life I painted.
Most dreams as dreams they lived and in occasions woke, Some died as time added numbers to my growing age, Some where drowned compassionless by a hurrying crowd, Oh’ they know not the mind of their own or the painter’s soul.
Those dreams they drowned where I painted my love, As those were painted with words in verse, I weaved, None cared, none lived it, none ever understood. Colors of those drowned dreams, Oh’ in your rejecting eyes I saw.
Oh’ dreams are like in seeds in winter times, Like pieces of marble under the frozen grounds they lay, But when through the times of warmth Earth tilt and moves, I pray colors of those drowned dreams will fill your love.
I drove around the city side and then to the country side, Life thrived all around even in the freezing cold, Still silent stayed my mind to venomous thoughts, As the passing wind left a scent from her rosy cheeks.
Love is not like a season that comes and leaves, Love is a feeling to my heart she brought through her smiles, And love never will be left in a historical memory lane, As love lives through every beat of our heart.
The wet and cold winter through every bit life expanded, As life for many waited for the fury of freeze to be over, Love indeed and spirit always waits to be awaken, to sprout. Ah’ what wonders one can expect when in love two souls meet!
Try hard not to scare the blooming heart, The phantoms of life, Oh’ they are murderers of dreams, Try hard not to fall in the fantasy tales, The gossiper’s addiction will not cure with love and smiles.
The falling snow will not last forever nor the darkened clouds, Thick cold air will pass when light seen bright in meanings full, The cycle of life O’ will gallop faster than stallions can, Relax the leash and look in his eyes to feel the warmth of love.
Oh’ I sang and sang and drove East to West, North to South, No leash around me felt, ah’ bitter cold once more asked me to dance.
The energies flown through the night came From a time passed through heights of unknowns The unknowns to each other we are, Ah’ in lifeless days they drown.
A pathos song the falling snow sang, As silent I stood watching the melancholy, Somewhere wandered conscience in quarrel, Saying “Silent I cannot live with your love”.
Scavengers came out though the weather that danced wild, And at them in kindness I looked and shared, The tit bits of food in the freezing cold I can share, And at me they looked and as if in prayers they stood.
Drown not O’ Darling, Drown not in memories where I lost, Fault of mine or of others ah’ nothing matters not, For in love many battles one may lose and yet, love we will, And to you about the future unknown I give no promises.
My empty backyard even at mid-night bright lit stayed, Ah’ the fallen reflected light from some far away star, Holding on to a dream unseen in my mind’s eyes I saw, All the happy moments we share and burying sadness.
Oh’ is that the promise of future to you and I, Or is that an escape from the pains of present times, Ah’ I know not about times anymore as your eyes I miss, Still seeing you beside even in a daydream gave me smile.
Hey Night, Hey Night, be good to those in grief, I sang as a prayer before I drowned into a dream, Through a path of flower-filled garden she took, Where every second a beautiful sound I heard, Then when the first drop from the Jasmine melted, The path emptied, flowers disappeared, Only fields of growth and in greenery, vision drowned, She kissed me and for the morning left, With a prayer that meant “Monday Blessings.”.
Drained mind like a tired ballet dancer stood, No more steps can be taken, no more moves to show, Still deep inside amid the shallow paths of mind, That once with brighter glow of romance filled, Ah’ a stranger played hide and seek in a maze.
Turn, turn and turn and a dead end she found, Where she hid and as my mind’s eyes reached, She moved and moved and moved beyond sight, Ah’ my own maze through which she moved, Mind’s eyes fell apart as another turn I know not she found.
Took the lesson that mind in whole I know not, Then I looked and I found a way out of the maze, Stepped out and away from the maze walked, Then I remembered ah’ I remembered I never seen, The face of her, the stranger who played hide and seek.
Drained mind for a way ahead looked but only mirages seen, When looked back I saw, she running away from the maze.
Days of every kind I walked through, As fast as they could light took away the days, Oh’ spring, summer, fall and winter, The days carried me too along, The life that perplexed me as usual, Always changed with the changing days.
From youth to middle age I rebelled with “My ladies”, Images of them in my mind they left, For me to see and cherish, Even when in the darkness they hide. In my mind every one with a name I kept, But many I forgot as ‘much older’ I became, But some from the long lost memories filled in, When a beautiful lady pass me by who bears that name.
The world passed by that bit of time, When images and omens drawn paths, Then deliberately a path I have drawn, Love is the omen through every sense I felt, Only one image in my senses filled, That image I vow to carry the rest of my time.
The image of you that erased every sin of mine, With the purity of love deep in your heart you forged, Just with my image that never stopped smiling.
In circles and cycles time traveled, As morning mist tried hard not to fall, From the blooming trees that danced in morn, Of a new birthed spring where to bind I tried, Hopes buried in the winter frost of youth.
Ah’ life through cycles in circles unraveled, Fortunes and misfortunes, ah’ wilder rides, Eyes always felt as if to stained-glasses glued, As beyond moved the puzzles of romance, For reasons unknown cycles and circles they never felt.
The world around, oh’ the critics and mockers, Gossips and laughs about the loveless life felt, The buried talks and the whispers they know I heard too, Ah’ none carried a spear or a dagger with them, Still all pierced with looks and words that hurts worse.
Circles and cycles oh’ they bent time as one moved, From thoughts to dreams and dreams to reality, Ah’ as along space bent Oh’ nothing stayed same. Dragged along the gossip lines the truth of loveless life, Love, a wonder never ever felt as it lost me to loneliness.
Then the story I turned backwards and sideways to see, As reality has many different faces than one knows, The fortunate and unfortunate buried lot many tears, Oh’ how lucky and peaceful I feel when I know I loved, And how lucky I know you are, when I know you are loved.
The brush into the depth of paints dipped, The palette the symbol of mind’s chaos became, One by one colors mixed and merged on a canvas, Oh’ the sanctity of the painted known, When I saw the loved filled eyes of mine, Perfectly portrayed by her passions.
Silent stayed the light with her image Bound by the flow of our love Love that failed to reach our souls In ripples of the world, Away and away they sailed.
Haven’t you heard the cry from your heart? Haven’t you felt the touch of your own soul? Oh’ how can you hear those cries as lost they are, In the blabbering of the minds around you, Who all in ordurous machinations into your ears, screamed.
Oh’ how many veils you may wear? To hide the love upon your skin glow. How many times away from my eyes you will look? To hide from happiness you and I can have, Then kneel and pray to all doors of heaven to keep our love.
My dear, my dearest the world ah’ just an apparel, Fight not a demon I never was nor a man of material exploitation. As, though from far I hear, the whispers of your soul, A soul that spoke the story of our love that let, Let the ripples of the world sail away and away and away.
Invisible became the brush that painted, Colors once bulked the tubes now part of a masterpiece, The poetry of the poet a million images portrayed, Ah’ all the verses and colors meant a meaning, Meaning of a promise like a jasmin fresh bloomed. Ah’ forget I never will to leave a smile upon your face.