Love: The Life and Dream

Each moment I fall in love with you
Each moment it is fresh and new,

An unheard feeling of the Ocean Blue
Awake in the dawn
The silent shore
Of the haven of my dreams.

Each moment I realize you as new;
At the reverse bank
You are waiting,
Between both of us
The eternal flow of love.
Still I search for you
In the garden that never blossomed
At the valley near to Nilgiri.

At the darkest of the nights
I remember so many fainted lights,
At the countryside of life
Because of you
Twinkling so many fire-flies.

We never know
We never ask
Whether Love is for us
Or we are for that Love
Let the time decide
Or we may define that time
What was there inside the heart.

The moments that I live with you
And those now left,
Are sour-sweeten with the melody of distance,
Every drop of rain
Brings back you like the spring,
And I can see the portrait of a waiting soul
In your eyes.

In the canvas of life
You are the painter,
Not that we understand all the drawings.
That is the satisfaction of our journey
We don’t have any alternate for Love,
The only way for us
To comeback again and again
From the dead-city
To the Haven of Dreams
And to life.

This side is life
Dead-city at the other,
Amid only one bridge;
Beyond hopes where the soul cries
There also blossoms the magnolia,
Our memories are the expressions of our love.

There may be alternatives
But we don’t have any
For our journey,
We have no easy passage
Our haven is so far !

We voyage in the opposite
Through the heart of Ganges,
In the eyes of earth
We are the colors of the afternoon.
We are among the many
Unknown souls inside the leafs of Classics,
Many names that not written on the Sand of time.

You, me are the simple souls
The image of eternity,
Among us life smells like Kasturi.
There in the heart of our tiny heaven
Reflects our Haven of Loves.

After falling in love with you,
The earth and me
After realizing myself
Our memories keep me awake,
The little earth draws a vast sky.
Slicing open the time
Longing for a new history
Alike the hard desire of an Evening Lady,
Beyond death where lives the life
That is called Love,
Dwelling en masse
The life and dreams…………