MUSIC

She comes and touches the pain struck heart

with her soft hands.

She delves deep into my veins

And takes me to the abode of solace.

She relieves me from the life; tedious and monotonous.

and adds colours to my days.

She is my solitary mate

The panacea for my illness.

She is the eternal spark of my thoughts,

a winsome mother.

She can heal the broken hearts

and wipe tears that roll down.

She sweeps away the hatred

that destroys innocence.

She grabs everyone to her

and arrests all in the prison of love...

Oh, 'fair' lady, blow your air into us,

and give life to the lives under peril.

WHITHER LIFE?

Past:
Gone are those days,
When life was a goblet of nectar,
Those yards that bore stampings of small feet,
When heaps of sand made castles,
When vain efforts were made to touch the sky,
The world was so small then...
Now:
The monotonous life,
Wicked and crooked brains,
Masked faces, tortured spirits.
Flying high never gives me
the joy of those vain efforts.
The world is large, beyond the horizons...
With a weird smile on lips,
Tongue says, "It's all in the game."
Agony:
Life goes on and on...
Lost in a concrete jungle,
Futile to utter though,
The smile persists,
Tongue says, "History never repeats."