for u who reached out for my hand, but touched my heart instead, .................

i seek happiness in melancholy songs,
merry songs just have a passing touch...
this will never belittle me,
as i will always have eternal happiness amidst searing pain...
thats survival, thats moving on and thats true virtue....
It has not got to do with any living soul
nor it has to achieve any goal,
its just an endeavour to unravel inner peace, wisdom and sanctity....
i think not of any appreciation,
far from ornamented praises,
if my thoughts ever touched you,
my gift wud be that pearl drop from the corner of your eyes..
may be in the darkness of blemished reality,
i might not be able to convey you the piousness of my soul,
but,
the fragrance of my being would always embrace you...

farewell

one day when at leisure,

spring wind in your hair,
a sigh rising from distant nights of the past
the tears of the fallen lily fracturing the sky
look for me then,
something that remains half unforgotten -
trace me in your tears at a corner of your soul.
Perhaps it will illuminate,
perhaps it will give joy,
perhaps it will seem like a nameless dream.
But no, dream this is not for it is the truest of all my truths this,
that i leave for you is my love,
this is my immutable offering deathless, changeless.
I leave this behind,
while life carries me on along the
streams of change wheeling with the flow of time.
O friend, farewell....o friend farewell.....