An ode to the traveller
Again he saunters into the boulevard of life,
Tired, Disheveled, the wear of sojourn arching his back.
But his thirst is ravenous, the hunger insatiable,
The hunger to win, the hunger to strive, it fuels the senses, fires the drive
As he flings away the baggage of foes, packs the sac with words of wise
His fervour becons with excitement of uncharted lands, In his eyes the crimson of pluck gallores
For at heart he is but a traveller, his life a procession of uncharted dreams
And again he augurs on another path, a path more perilous, a path more beguile,
Oh! he is all but an undaunted soul, For He would die on the road than at home lie.
Tufts Of Separation
Why does life hum the tunes of melancholy
Why does the heart struggles to beat,
Is it the season of torrential stroms that seems to be on its vermin retreat.
For the tufts of separation are like a wilderbeast
Drawing soul out of life one breadth a time,
Such a crushing penance for such a small crime.
Come back to thy love oh wandering soul, for without your touch i cannot survive,
I will be waiting with my arms open, for your embrace to make me feel alive.
A Midspring Dream
Within the void were the seeds of ectasy, shrivelled yet hopeful for your angelic touch,
The autumn was long, for fear it laid to the spirits of love.. ahh a separation far too long
Then came the winds of the mid-spring blossom with a girl whose smile just made the hearts melt
The long night started to make way, for the light had just cast its magic
The seeds sprouted with a fresh fervour, her nurturing love making the buds grow.
The beauty of that second was worth a million years for the joy in her eyes was the ultimate bliss.
Is this love temporary like all things in life, for the dark winter one day is inevitable.
But what’s life without a sprinkle of magic, for one day the winds will again rise, hustling away the clouds of despair.
One day we will love again, like a phoenix from our ashes we will again rise…