Flight of thoughts

Ascending the flights of thoughts I reach the crest
Recollecting those moment, which were the best.
The days of merriment and tryst with passion
Overwhelm my reminiscences with obsession
How days have gone in a dash, I still wonder
Whatever left … is only the memories to ponder?
But still I implore the company of my beloved
Always in my heart her presence so absorbing

Lost I am as I tread on further, visualizing the current
The motive to endure perched now
My love vanquished me of the cherished desires
Perhaps my incompetence coordinated with innocence
Transparency in behavior spoiled the disposition
In the world full of analyzers, mocker, ridiculers
Could not prolong with my fervent desires
Had to withdraw on behest of my sweetheart
I feel the shifting stance showing chilliness…
Could recuperate again to survive and endure
Now I gaze from the crest, things look so trivial,
Overshadowing the passion and obsession
Now the soul ruling my psyche in echelon
Looking back I feel time slipping like sand from the fist
Like the day slips out unknowingly dusk settlesThe behest of the growing apathy I concede now

Eternity of serenity

I feel tranquility in my life spreading
The turbulence of youth gradually vanquishing
Reinvigorating the perpetual murmur of heart
Trying to read the language of its utterances
Futile reverences beguiling no more
Suddenly realizing the hard to believe truth
Everything appears deceptive and fake now
The path I was scuttling on seems serrated
Jagged with the thorns of irony and myth
It was like a fable of a dream though I enjoyed it
But tales can never come true I discriminate now
The staleness of behaviors becoming so obvious
No more enthusiasm to meet in reverie
Blindfold ness of love not there to be immersed in
Out of the blue I realized the obscurity of love
It can’t be so enigmatic momentary and murky
It ought to be infatuation only not the true love
Profoundness of obsession culminated in to love
But the love is something different…
Love is everlasting that lives on to create its own life
It renders total surrender and submission
Providing profound serenity to the soul
The forfeiting of egos ethos and whims together
It demands giving without the lust of getting
Love is acceptance without questioning exceptions
Love is a reflective feeling of devotion surviving till ultimate
True love is something hard to find, I now realize
Commuting for some times together may be called some craze,But can never be termed as love I now comprehend desolately