Have I sung the sweetest song?

In my solitary agony, all night long..

Of the nights and days in oblivion

Of the kiss yearned in unfelt song?

Of the tender Sistine touch, withheld feelings?

Part of our sojourn in life

Written in obnoxious jargons.

Lyrics of life is yet to fathom

On your birthday rhythm

Life is a song of lullabies

Yet to blossom…

Of the tender springs in wild spring kiss

Sleeping at  wondering at the unseen glees…

Dreaming of meadows would caress

Of the future wonder – we possess

The wonder is here to see
The splendour anonymous rummaging bonfire.

Yet to glee..