Sometimes
Sometimes a thought addresses to my heart.
That Life under the soft shadow of your tresses
If passed then it could have been vitality
This darkness that is our life’s fortune & fate
It could have lost in the beam of your scrutiny
Not strange that being unaware of this world
I could have immersed in your charming beauties
Your soft body with half opened intoxicating eyes
I keep engrossed in the saga of these beautiful stories
When the bitterness of the world convene me
I would get the sweetness from your responses
Life wanders wailing uncovered, unprotected & I
Find the shelter under the shadow of your thick tresses.
But this could not be possible & now the condition is
Neither you, nor your worries, not your craving too
Life is proceeding with such a
pace & way as if
Nothing is required for the support as for yearning too
Mountains of sorrows I have embraced.
I am passing with such strange pathways
That Scaring shadows are surrounding me
Like
the daunting shrubbery of life & deaths.
Neither way, nor destination nor any ray of hope.
My life is wandering in the voids & vacuum.
Ever keep lost sometime I will be in these space
I know, my companion but for the sake of claim.
Sometimes a thought addresses to my heart.
