The golden sun settled beneath the sky;
as I sat down to write
The gentle breeze and the distant stars
joining hands for the night.
In the symphony of the rustling leaves,
memories sprang back to life
Stranger, strange, I see the crescent moon
spreading its silver light.
The cookies gone, times spent
In the wilderness of the fortnight
Crushed and blossomed, who could guess?
Where the rain would fall?
Quietness made from the beat,
to face the desire of the heart
Time flies but not the thoughts
Destined to meet in the centre
City of joy, into the darkness of the eye
Obnoxious without the obvious
Café of masala right before the eyes
Double edged sword and the pun
Up the hill figuring out the wall
You too, me and tom the Brutus way
Unique in its own way, corner of the roads
The ride through the life’s journey
The day came when I was called
Line to be logged in the conversation
The new broom sweeps well
As the saying goes from the past
The more of the time it took
The better it got, as against the word
Dusk merges seamlessly into the night
Crushed but bud blossoms into the flower.
The evening of the Italy’s night, the prince
And the princess hand in hand
Upset what was sang, I am left behind
Promise of tomorrow kept in mind
The crowded streets soon deserted
On the couch of double solitude
The touch of Greek god left his mark
The Cat buried into the honey’s dew
The bell, a bell was there to see you
Fate decides, the second day unlucky
Further to the north the food was served
Too high for the standards set
At nine with thirty and four at sixty
The road took through the old and the east
Again and again, the snow melting down the peak
Ended in the history of Alexander square
The end of the routine, deaf dumb and signs
Held again, again in the company
The later the night became cold and dark
Contrast talks in the hours of sleep
Joy last for a while, and so does burst of rain
Love’s burst interchanged for the prince
The princess though was more pristine
As the first drops of dew on the leaves
Clandestine thoughts, the heart will beat
But to the world cannot be uttered
The day dawns, one fine day the in decisiveness
The firmness of the mind s heart
After the showers, the drizzle still to cease
That concludes the conclusion to be made
That the gentle and a woman’s promise
Will be kept by the prince for his life
