No,I shall disclose it not!

The distance they'd travel to reach,
Ages they'd await to unite
And a moment of fearful flinch they'd bury the world in!
The sun,the moon and the eclipse;
When the moon would intrigue my fear
To tell me about its love!

No,I shall disclose it not to the moon
When it told me about the sun;
Not to it,when eclipse witnessed their union.
Not when the falling stars would snoop my eyes
To search the origin of stars brighter than the woven stars
Of the galaxies.
No,I shall not;
For thine reflection would still be a secret in my soul!
Not to the psithurism that would brush me off
Will I disclose thine feel in self.
For thine presence,is a muse I live in!
Not to the falling drops of rain will I sing
The sweeter music than its shrill on my mind!
Not to the silence of the woods would
My silence speak about thee.
No,I promise!
I shall disclose it not.
Not my love,not my secret.
Not you
Or me
When I'd witness thee.

Yet awaiting the eclipse of you and I,
I move ahead to proceed in the muse!
Brighter eye thine shall still sparkle
And your presence shall still be felt
But our canopied world would then echo
Love,music and our dwelling
For eternity and stile,together!

YMS.

Wood note seemed the music of madrigals..!!

Benches sat sophrosyne..!
The leaves all waved and fell along the breeze.
The waters were all pink rippled
of those leaves the woods held itself.
In majesty and grandeur with silence
gazed the branches over the nemophilist benches.
The rasp,the hooting and the woodnote
sweet to any ear known.
the noise of chork,
through which entered a sole soul
beautiful and mesmerizing.
Amidst those leaves while stepped her footsteps
sweet breeze canoodled each inch of her skin
while those leaves rubbed against her.
With the echoing cukoo's sweet note
woodnote seemed the music of madrigals.
She stepped to be seated over the benches
and the pink waters seemed lovelier than her smile.
Her lips twitched and her cheeks stifled
to the smile and laugh that noised loud
with her li'l fingers held over her chin and lips.
In the whist wondered surroundings
she could witness herself as the labyrinth of echo.
The echo,the sweet music,the note!
She smelled the petrichore,
she felt the dew drops.
The dripping drops from the leaves of woods
rippled the water with the noise of tap.
Arouse the dark and pink was its shade;
The waters,the welkin,the fences
and lastly even her chuckle.

YMS.  

When breeze kissed my hair to set them free...

Introduction:arising dusk and a busy city life when his dulcinea awaits his presence.

Dusk arising with the welkin red as scarlet,
sun sunk down the tall sky-scrapers!
The branches of the wood seemed like
it reached the heights my vision would reach.
The summer sun had shed the leaves over the branches of woods.
It was an arising dark night,
a moonless night with a sole pole star
over the dark night sky.
It was humid and cooler when the sun had left.
An arched bridge over the li'l brooklet flow,
an evening awaiting thine arrival!
gazing at the pole star
under the lights of pale honey from the poles of light.
I waited,envisaging your presence;
I could hear the rasp of the dark night
but I could stronger feel,thine arrival close to me.
Not thine footsteps,not thine sweet fragrance
but those eyes of thee sparkling in the night
like the lightening struck wood brown and light.
I could find you walking closer!
I rubbed my palms over my shoulders,I chafed
for then it seemed like the breeze surrounded
around and across the greens along with the feel of cold
intensified by the brooklet.
The way you walked to reach me and now I could feel the sweet fragrance too..!!
Closer to reach and the cooler breeze
kissed to set my hair free!
when thine feathery fingers locked my fringes
tucking it along the temple
and before my ears.
To reach so close,for the sparkle of thine eyes
reached to shimmer that of mine
like the iridescent over lenses.
When thee then spoke,
and silence turned the music
our hands along and my hand over thine shoulders
and your's over my waist.
To the tap of shrill,along the breeze
and that of music our feet tapped along
for the move of dance
like the rustle of leaves.

YMS.  

I confess it's all about thee..!!

Is it about hovering around
waiting for your greet during the dawn?
or is it about the last talk of the night before
to hover and smile at?
Is it about filling thee in my soul
the times I'm alone with idle mind?
Is it to assimilate the lyrics of sweetest music
confining it to thee?
Is it about gazing at the glaring moon
during the breezy,cool night and envisaging;
if self went walking with thee for long,
enjoying the play of dark shadows and pale light
with thee alone?
Is it watching by the windows while it rained,
to think of thine presence along,
to enjoy the most necromancic moments?
Is it about wishing;
if thou provided self some warmth when,
I felt cold and chafed?
Is it about being driven insane,
the times I speak to thee
or listen to thine sweet voice?
Is it about forever wanting to be with thee?
Is it about always talking and thinking about thee?
Is it feeling cute when thee speak just about yourself?
Is it all about feeling special by self
or being made feel special?
Is it jealousy that I feel
when thee speak to others or about others?
Is it all that you call about loving thee?
Is it all about falling into love?
Then confessions to be made;
Each shrill of the night expects thine presence
And each line of sweet music
reminds me about thee!
Each day I wish my talks are just with thee
each moment I want to think about thee
and forever I want to be with thee
cuz "I love you"
and  voice of mind is always arisen
with a strange new thought;
for the sweetest of all feelings seems to have owned by self.

YMS.

She's now abducted with silence!

When arouse days of winter,so cold;
and days of rain with humid breeze:
I knew not
why was I pilfered in a muse of thine thoughts.
I stared by the windows and thought
if thee stood with self
to give me warmth and bless me with bliss!

Li'l talks and all those on our path of peregrination,
I knew not;
was something that is now my world.
All those lines I imagined,to write.
But I never know;
when did thee be the person I imagined.
Each line I wrote now confines thee
though I knew not,
it was all written for thee.
For long have you been with self
and for longer will you be
cuz thou made me realize;
How it feels to love,
someone may not!
but thee.
A lass whose talks ever spoke of independence
is now abducted with silence
when talks are about thee!

My thoughts were always about thee
and when said people around
that I loved you,
I denied and every time I denied.
I thought then
why each voice said thine name,
when the question was
what did my talks be about stile!
why arises my days and nights with thine thoughts!
I knew not if I was trying to be prejudiced
but truth to reckon,
in all my worlds you've been my prince charming
and you'll be my first,forever and stile
only love cuz like you has abducted none
to be a part of my soul
and I'll love you forever..!!

YMS.

To Myself Say Goodbye...!!!

I tore those words I wrote for thee
But couldn't erase those memories
Which made me pen them!
I shared my happiness with everyone
But sorrow, only with thee.
There were tomorrows I dreamed of with thee
And now I don't want those yesterdays
To remember about,ever.
No,I have no words to express my sorrow
And I have no tears to cry for 'thou'.
I don't want to turn behind
To ever be left behind!
There were only moments when
You never slid down my mind,
My talks and thoughts.
And now you can never roll back
Where you belonged to and I promise
"It's never happening again."

'Bid me never bereft',I said
But now I abandon each thing,
To myself say goodbye!
'Instead of paths two let's make it one',I said
But now part from my path to never return;
I waited for long for the li'l talks
And now I plead you,get away
Far away from me.

It was all about you,your thoughts
And our world!
This moment my croons echo
"I'm back there where I belonged"
World of silence,loneliness
And the world that I'd thought,
Thee would change!
Sad but truth that 'we' is now
You and I.

I trusted none but thou
To be broken!
I called you the best thing in the world
But no;for a person responsible
To this depths of sorrow and tears
Has just been thee,stile.

Whenever I think,I try to fathom
But each time I assimilate
You intensify the wound in me.
I'm done and over!
Thank you for the good memories left behind,
For setting me down into silence,
For setting me down saturnine
And the pain of heart that hurts the most!
And one last time to say
You did owe me all the happiness I wanted
And now you've left me enveloped
Only with sepulchral and the grandeur of silence!

YMS.

Being in thine muse..!!

You were the reason why,
I ever started penning down my thoughts.
You were the joy in life to remember about.
Li'l words to reach you with
I wrote , those rows of small lines;
Those li'l lyrical compositions.
Then to incept with poetry
My line at first was
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet!"
Not cuz I loved thee
But surely for thee were special to self!

The li'l talks of misunderstanding for
Which I incepted with my first ever poetry!
I wrote then 'come back' while you returned truly
To witness the happiness in me cuz of thee.

Long it has been since then,
Years long.

Those li'l talks still remain in my memory
As beautiful thoughts;
For thee is now not my old possession.
You're a new grown up adult with
Time all lost in life for the ones
Who love thou!

Those old times while we spoke
During the late nights for long;
Else world asleep then and before leaving
Said 'bye' for hours.
Yes! I miss them.
For, now we hardly speak those times
We said 'bye'.
They were all the best times
And shall remain the same unless
It'd be thee who'd decide there are better.

I want to read those lines of 'come back'
For I wish you return today,
Like you did years before to introduce me again
To the old person I knew.

I know you for the years we travelled along
Better than every other folk all around!
You've stolen my li'l part of soul so perfectly
That you try to the infinity and back
You can never part from me
Though you'd, from my life.

Where is the old kid who loved and waited
for my talks?
If getting back is a pain of times
Well,I would endure them but
Please return from thine within.

I want more memories to miss each day
And not miss you for life
To sob and weep.

I don't want want my poems with
Tears shed over it while I write.
I want to pen those memories
Which would make me chuckle,
Which would make me laugh!
I want to write a long novel
Where it'd be about us;
Falling in love.
To never be separated in every birth.
I want to live the happiness again
And I want my papers be a mirror
Where I'd find thee each time I write;
To blush and hide from the else world
For the reason,they'd see me not blush
Being in thine muse..!!

YMS.