Walking in the darkness Came the sudden light,
I was astonished
It's she smiling so bright,

Eyes like Sirius star Glimmering below the sky,
I haven't seen ethereal elements
Sitting on earth in shades sundry;

Looking onto me she confirmed
and nod
As if she understood the sufferings I endure,
Her eyes magical bestows grace on whom it falls
Absolves from sins and every pitfall;

Who says, God, rewards grace in heaven?
Mere thinking about her redeems not one but seven, What's heaven, hell or earth
There's no one like her in all universe;

In dazzling beauty
She stood and walked
Forward came and a question shot,
"Why do you live in past?
Why always so secluded
No one in this world is just and placid,
Stop worrying, just live, and bounce
All aloof manners you have to renounce,

Bothering about future
You turn present into past,
This is the trick of time
By which it us devours, "

Saying this she drifted and flew in the air
I asked, who is she disguised in human form
Her abode where?

Only disembodied voice I heard in return
She'd already left from her sojourn,

"I'm an angel of your mother's fairytale
I live where there she prevails,
Heed the advice I gave you
'cause that is what she told me to tell you,

Your lover is tainted; not like God
For the person, you tried to die is a fraud,
Life is to live not to waste for trifles
Men are prone to fall walking on pebbles,
Open your eyes and see
Whatever you want is within your reach;"

I opened my eyes found myself in the patient's gown,
My wrist was dressed
Blood on it I found.

Let me invoke the Devine Muses
Who sits on Mount Helicon
Cherishing the arts of poets and artisans
Whom they immortalized
By guiding their pen;

I implore your aid
In completing this poem
And several yet to conceive,
Fill in me the empty;
The lack of words, metaphors, smilies
And tropes to cover emotions.

O holy! Devine
Inspire my mind who craves fame
Aspire this pen to write truths name,
Fill it with the ink of courage;
No compassion nor fear can divert
It from unraveling the hidden.

O! Symbol of purity and keeper of sacred thoughts
You shape a bud into a plant
And by your one breath comes the spring;
Leaves, flowers, and fruits all,
Same way breathe unto me
Give me life and aim
To make this time count
And unconsciously— like great poets,
Metaphysicians and alchemists,
Mark my name and work in this world.

The whole life
you will search for me
in the heart of those you
attach yourself,

Abandoning me, for now,
is easy, the easiest thing to do,
Staying was hard,

You also followed the suit
of fellows
living with lesser passion.

Be
my
Valentine,
O! You,
Who hasn't found one.

Feeling down?
Neither thoughts nor pen
taking birth in the womb
of your imagination?

Well, sit and do Maths
And see the magic.
You are more in love with words than numbers.