Your face reflects upon these compact chambers-
Smiling and sincere-in fun, frolics
With bosom companies, schedules, lectures
Under the sun, unconscious world- yet to grip!
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Oh Muse!
My rest culminates in your dreams!
With floral rush of gentle wind-
Passing through this heavy heart,
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My journey starts with moist rays!
Raising their brows, warm crystal reflection;
Emanating from this mud-baked reality-
I own, dreams descend with raising sun!
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Your eyes play, Joyful with bubbles-
Recline against the day, opaque pane-
Colours! with gushing cold breath!
Spreads across this horizon, doesn't wane!
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My dreams run to your thought!
In hurried morning, eager sunset!
Upon the thin veil of darkness,
Pains bloom into silent beat!
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When the world is asleep, moon is faint-
When soars have rendered me into check
You come through the timeless curtains of my history-
Defying the worldly stature, earthly speak!
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O Lord! Grace not!
For the pain blooming into tedious smile-
for the spirit filled, yet with beliefs
worth, never known!
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Oh Muse!
This evening, down the feast of colours!
you blessed me with sublime memories-
when the birds revert back - on firmament
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Oh muse!
My vision looks for thee; blessings-
In this frail worldly crowds, gatherings-
for this heart finds its utterances-
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With full moon bloom, I sit-
Thoughts crossed through gentle wind,
Hiding her lullabies, untold agony-
Unfolds, before this majestic stand!
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