How much do you know yourself till you do not go all out for what you truly care for?

Boulevard

This was written long long time ago . Found it scribbled somehwere and here it is.


Path that was once alive
is now dead since she left.
The trees, the pebbles, the once blooming flowers
bereft of a purpose, they moan in the dark.

Her smell once subdued the flowery fragrance,
her laughter once echoed through the trees
it was a time when been contemplated
seeking nectar from flowers or her lips.

That meandering path became Universe’s centre,
that meandering path.. happiness’ abode
a touch of beauty and sweet surrender,
a musical touch to life’s ode.

Solitary is now the environ,
lifeless is the fauna and flora,
the evening breeze has lost its companion
the boulevard…. its charm, its aura.

The Solitary Flower

All I wish of you oh solitary flower.
is but a smile....that lasts an hour,
for I'll be off on my path then, away,
a traveler i am, i can't stay.

That hour though, I am a mesmerised worshipper,
of splendid patterns that under the sun glitter.
I know not what awaits me hence,
why must I worry, I got you whence.

And alone when you have blossomed aplomb,
why fear I?? ....the feeling I shall carry along,
and make me when obstacles shun and stop,
I'll remember you, make them wither and drop.

O flower of the wild... your beauty's divine,
never can you die, will live till the end of time.

All in College's Day

Tears of time scattered around,
tears of joy in the glorious path,
tears of sadness that conceal within,
tears for a life that'll be a past.

A lifelong friendship that nurtures secure,
resentments that cast friends adrift,
lets scamper for binding chains
that bridge the gaps and erase the rifts.

And then one day love prospers,
and as it scurries along,
touches, mocks, confuses, pleases,
making self weak yet strong.

In nooks and corners that withhold
a myriad of laughters, i heave a sigh,
to every grain of sand that rests,
my restless heart bades goodbye.

Brand New Day

The day had been a long routine,
a touch of joy dressed pristine,
the evening offered a maiden blush,
encompassing self with rhapsodic touch,
stolen away by sordid night,
unleashing mayhem, harnering fright.
It cornered the psyche to submit to decay,
when may had promised that it may.
Alas the evil could conceal no more,
the devil danced making pain his whore.
And tumult then was all one could see,
futile prayers of hope to thee.
Minutes trickled like aeons of time,
that made fate accept,wishes resign.
Engulfed the dark of sleep, then a bliss,
tormenting moments of pain that were missed,
for morning dispelled the night as a dream,
a new day dawned, a new routine