Will briar be not forbid'n,
Entwining the bloom'd flower,
That's sobbing for azure skies,
Vetoed by atrocious cries?
...
Your soul's transparent,
Breathing out one's purity.
The clarity of your eyes,
Your stillness of mirrored water,
...
Eyes are the windows of your soul,
Your glass of pure breaths.
A flower of defined value,
...
If only you could understand
the messages the eyes convey,
If only you could take it by heart,
the silent words of teardrops,
...
Trapped in an atoll of unsolicited illusions.
Longing for uncaptured ideals,
where, heart's and vision's discerned.
One's self paining for the invaluable fate,
...
The tide burst out the pent up emotions to shore,
as the wind blows towards it in receding waves.
...
Looking at the foliages,
swaying complacently,
and pliant to gusts and adversities,
as the gods' blessed them to be.
...
Bring to me my soul,
drifted away from sweet ore,
gone with the tempest,
left emptiness to the core.
...
In a world
of different facets,
masks vary
in circumspect.
...
Tormented encaged sparrow, mourn
O'er the loses of one's soul.
Its graces, lost;
And, compassion's gone.
...