Golden colored morning,
Gleaning grasses so green,
So much sharp those blades of grass,
Filled those fields so high,
Birds are playing flutes with fun,
Harmony mixed in the air,
Cherries have blossomed in the scene,
Now they are all looking pink,

Walking through them like,
Paradise born and bred,
But for how long those green had stayed,
It was just a dream, always a stream,
Nonetheless, a beautiful dream it was,
But where is the field now,
With all those greenish blades,
Glittering rays of the sun,
A blueish span of the ocean,

Had it shone through eternity,
Now it all seems like a broken seed,
No more dreams with colorful grasses,
No more glittering sun,
Birds with fun are all but gone,
Pinkish blossoms dried,
I can close my eyes once again,
But all are black and void,
I have lost the touch of thee,
For this might be the end of eternity.

In a warm and clear summer night,
Nothing hides me from your light,
You are a full moon in a clear sky,
Let me whisper like a little firefly,

One could break a man's heart,
Into a thousand pieces apart, but,
Moon’s light that could melt them one,
I have seen both of them in your eyes,

Like a wine-colored sky of an evening May,
My heart may bleed and crumble and die, but,
The moon may come in summer’s night sky,
To fetch me to your realm of light,

Let me sleep like a newborn baby,
In the land of your light,
While you whisper in my dreams,
With thousand delights.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

Life is given and forgotten,
So much sacrifice, for,
None are remembered,
Fall apart are the days so long,
One has seen too much to know,
Come and gone are the glory of life,
Days have marched in the haste,

I am still sitting on this bench,
Calm and pale as the light could be,
Delightful sunset is about to run, and,
The light that left will go at once, but,
It reminds me of the beautiful one,
Glorious, splendid and breathtaking one,

Gone or forgotten, it doesn’t care,
A life that exists for the sake of its own,
At last, I glimpsed the truth so tight,
That sunset was worth the blissful while,
I am so glad I sat on the bench,
Feast my eyes on the beauty un-wrenched,
My life is given and is forgotten so much,
For none is the regret that I shall bear.

Standing on the shore,
As I look upon the waves,
I thought they share a tale,
Of love and life of infinite scale,

Those waves would come,
To kiss and hug the land, but,
The time that divides them,
Like a merciless wit,

One could hope, they may halt,
Here I am, witnessing else,
Eternity lost, yet the waves,
Keep trying again and again,

It is the wind, that breeze,
Reminds me of their love,
Like a guardian of eonian truth,
I smile as I look upon the sky.

The day is bright,
The sun shines above all,
The bird that hunts, a vulture,
Awaits the prey, a child, a girl,
For what it is worth,
The message was of past,

But present and future,
Those haunt us without a limit,
Even the brightest of the day,
Is turning into the direful grey,
Anger, pain and wounded moral,
All that cannot quench,
For the thirst for power, gold,
Are evermore higher than love,

But you, my one,
Just a vagrant of the worlds,
Witnessed the darkness,
Out of the glowing day,
Like the char dust coal,
That had burned down deep,
Your soul had stained too hard,

You shall never be the same,
Again in a way, for,
A lot of them are gone,
Only the scream that is left,
That keeps ringing in the head,
Make you wish that you were dead,

But, O’ my son, the beloved one,
Death is not the end, for,
The absolution of the darkness,
Make the curse lasts more,
As long as the human reigns,

Remember, at last, one more thing,
Nature's promise is not binding,
What we are, truly,
An extinct leaf in a wind so hard,
Dance as we do in a fateful course,
Nobody knows the state we would stay,
What we could do in a fearful day,
Amass our guts in a hopeful way.

There I lived my life, no one knew,
None cared for that matter, life’s spent,
The flowers that bloom and shine,
Depart when no one shrines,
Like the empty halls of fruitless kings,
There lies a lifeless motion, defect,
I’ve been forsaken by the memories,
Of the loved ones’ no more,
A lone tree in the spotless field,
Rise and fall as if clock work’s will,
I long for a place, a void of emotions,
All good and bad seize to exist,
Even my creator, the God, forbidden,
A sight, I could rest forever still,
***** at my feet, meadow beneath,
Eternal sunshine of my spotless mind,
All that is, within my dream, but,
When can it become a visionary gleam?