Where Else My Poetry Falls

Come with me when midnight tickles Our skin with its shades Before this star fades by its course We have to catch dreamers In the broken branches of willows Or in the sleeping blooms’s shadows Where they rest, where they have All the pleasure of life, in simple things Daydreams are their precious pearls Hides in the rivers of mystic worlds They have never been real to us We’ve to catch them, come with me When the moonlight  shines on earth They will glow like fireflies And their enchanting souls Fly to the moon, towards blue light Come with me, when midnight tickles We have to catch dreamers Come

he was raised by the vigorous snow mountains, she was,by the soothing wind of spring, her clouds rested in his snowbed, was the only place, she felt solace warm breath, and the fragrance, she's not born for his cold, but the wind in her soul, stopped her and said "he is the mountain born, you can't afford" when cold is gone, winter is no more the vally she seeks, alive and awake she will be gone, so she leaves her things for him to dream, those moments of her past and herself

The winter came And, the moonlight came It touching my skin Warm but not hot I'm still waiting In the mountains In these snowy field I feel a frozen heart Beating for her i know I feel cold blood flowing Through my green coloured vein And I'm still waiting I can see the stars I can see the moon I can see her face I don't know she comes back or not Tomorrow i will become A frozen statue But still I wait for her...

Do not hesitate, its all about your dart Love you offer, I fear all within my heart Do not imitate, I've seen a lot of pains Fake love and those bleeding veins Do not love me, I'm the terrific rover Who rove towards the paths and I wish if "I was this wind", who's the lover Of wild Dreams and the lands Of wants You said your love, I'm afraid you did I don't need the caring love you speak Or the Enticing love you lie, splendid dream's valley we seek Keep it yourself, All the hidden lies And the fake smiles of hidden veils Do not love me, I can't kill my lore Do not love me, I can't bear it anymore

After a long silence she whispered something in his ear. That's when the raindrops began to dance. They fell down from the sky, committing suicide in the dirty puddles of water, which flowed on the sides of our seat. It was their last meeting. Their teary eyes were staring at  each-other intensely. Their tears seemed to mingle with the raindrops, strangely whispering something. Something which they couldn't decipher. But, they knew the secret of getting wet in the heavy rain, during their evenings at that park. Crazy love always do such crazy things. No one could understand those, except themselves. Usually, they spent their evenings at that park, on a bench, under their Gulmohar tree. Holy love had forgotten and ignored lust. Everyday, they used to sit at each edges of a bench, which was covered with crimson flowers. They had exchanged their hearts through their favorite books and discovered the depths of their mind through streaming eyes. He had painted so many marvelo