My confess

O Love!
Try to get
My confess;

All whirls in heart,
Rending our beets
Ye may forget
Several  time's meets !

But how can a moment,
Hold them without retreats !

Even yet;
Life is passing with
Many Strife voyage !


O Love!
Try to get
My confess;

Earnest Love

Should I mourn;

On her parting!

Perhaps yes, but ;

't would be scornful deed,

Might be call it;

A petrified Heart !

But Earnest Love

Never get fed

And not so weed! 

Faith

Once you gave up Hope;
It would tough to gain again!
As poured water takes
Enough to form in grain !

Desires flippers in our mind;

As like dreams in awoken Eyes!

Hold and behold present;

Never would back, 't has infinite flies! 

Don't recall the past as gone;

Hold your Stirling faith,

All would be as you think;

Never doubt in your strength ! 

Love!

Love!
Let it be not showered!
Like a deep sea of emotions,
Always find crushed !
Oh! let it not pass,
In our coming "Man"

Grieved he would what do?
If he"d be failed in Life
What he'd do
Only blame to fore fathers !

Why; That's Why

I don't know;
My heart cries;
And why?

When a child
With starved face
Thirst and hunger,
None of us
Can deny ;

When a strife
Makes a heart
Petrified!
Evert the emotions,
In stormy Night!

Even we are
Little better than
Crutch ed life;
Yet should think
Of this cribs!
That's Why
It Cries!!

" A Heart !

Alas!
It's called A Heart;
Which gives us all,
That need for life;


But!
It seems, is useless
Fails to feed in need!
Gives only grieves and pains;


Perhaps!
Our nutritions are not so;
And not as needed for it,


So,
It gets confused in task;
neither fails nor pass;
We want pure and perfect,
Where's it come as perfection !

‘Remains’

The momentum which I Passed,
And you treasured in memories,
How could you lost ’hem now,
Oft I think and recall …………!
Still I get petrified ‘Remains’.





When I saw your visage in my heart
I felt luminous flame of glaring part
You still alive in these passed recalls.
Always your chanting hymns come falls




I was sure about your parting 
But never not so soon,
Night has been passing since;
Waiting still glooming moon.