You had adorned
my life from those silent days
Created
sounds in my empty heart like a divinity,
You make
me be a composer
Without
I’m knowing anything about the songs,
You cure
me from insomnia and psychiatric
After I
suffered from long years,
I’m alive
now just like a standard human…
Every eve
from one road to another road
I walk
along with a guardian angel
To hear
to the mellow tone and to see the beatific smiles
Just like
a disciple and guide of a foreign princess
Way to
her destiny and I stop before her royal palace
Sometimes
I put my eyes on her shoulder’s mole,
And I
could guide her when the traffic got flash
But yet I
couldn’t grasp her left palm
Like a
teenage lad to my enthusiast lass…
She is
not a red rose; she is a lotus too,
She is
not a broken star; she is the moon of clear sky…
From the
dawn to the dusk and other all seconds
I trance and
I imagine very far from my world,
During
the mid night and sun burnt day
Hankering
to deny my weak feeling of poor awe,
Though
not trying to stand like Romeo in Verona!
Again I’m
not ready to fight a battle of Helen.
Because
still I’m belonging to the untouchables…
I saw her
often
Chatting
with the royal governor,
Smiling
together with the soldiers of the palace,
In a
especial supper with the guest relatives from other provinces,
Reading
the marriage proposal from the generals,
All that
makes me broken my heart like a glass frame…
Once I
heard a lullaby from her heart in a full moon night
That let
me more critical to overcome my dreams,
This
envious rays of heart is simply spreading towards the unseen conclusion
To bring
a painful love and to go back to my lunatic life,
I know
she would stand higher than the sky near mine someday
Therefore,
my thoughts would be worshiped deeper than the ocean…
I am burning
in the way of snow falls
When you
turn back from my monsoon,
I am
calling off by the last breath
When you gifted
that angel’s smiles to the strangers,
I am
feeling like a prisoner
When you
couldn’t consider my depressions…
Let it be
gone away all the evenings and mid nights
There is
no heartiness to reflect unto the princess’s sovereignty
Stars are
yours, even I’m not be the Venus, might be the Pluto
I’m not a
gleaming gentleman like other prince.
When you
after engaged to unconscious
I can pledge
on you I will be your visionary.
This dismal
heart couldn’t grumble you
Whole
over the six seasons of the year,
Be flow
away with my histories into the ocean of devotion
I cannot
call you as my love
I’m just
a possessive dreamer
Yes I’m just
a possessive dreamer.
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