the era will not be the same,
the compound will make change

the hopes will get now some name,
the man from which its force upon

souls may have got the same aim,
living bodies are lying there and now

believe is what binds the sacred souls,
the mother earth in the verge of numb

religion is still not so pure,
mankind which carries upon

livelihood can never be the same,
"beg to differ" is the one's own

the silence of mine has told a lot of unspoken words to those lonely roads where the lovely murmuring happened once....

my love is there i feel you there....

i feel those trees and the fresh aura they spread till now....

i believe they will never loose or I will never loose its glee.........

i have an asset of those memories that are set to free...

The Soberness.....

The mountains insured with snow
the slithery passage to them

there proliferates a river aside

assuring the God had cast them

my proximity astounded me

of where i reached

of the soberness of the valley

of where i am not postulated to be

then i deemed myself guilty

of being just another one

to interfere the nature's cavity

this perfection can suffice none

This is sober and tenderness of nature......respect it

Its only you......

The answer for loneliness is you 
The reason for tranquility is me 
The shearing of those cloudy sky is you 
The reason for my unpacific mind is me 

My search for eternity is you 
My reason of solitary is me
The surety of existence is you 
The never ending hope of finding you is me




hope i find you in eternal peace

the solitude..

This world seems so bereft to me,
this world of yours requires no me.
Is this my isolation or a self made thought?
Do i really deserve you in my thoughts?

There is a guilt of losing,
still in my heartless heart
My time is always you,
you passed to drift me apart..

may be one is feeling the same way

That lonely road still has a memory left where  seen you the last time
its only the memory left not you my heart is thine
it still pounds i wonder how when there is nothing fine
i still pipe dream that you fond hope to be mine


Once I had a dream that you will be mine
that dream is still going in my mind
the virulent fluid flows in the brain
the viscid flow is your memory lane 


Why, What would be the reason
that there is a funk in all the seasons
is it you or my complex mind
that is pacing leaving the present behind


The time is punctual
and its passage is thin
I bear it and grin
I had a simple relation but complexities within