music

music,
what is it
it is the a feeling
that you cannot express.

it is the expression of the sentiments
you have when you are subconscious
it can make you sad
it can make you dance
it can make you think
it can make you sing

music is the mood changer
also the mood maker

it is the flavor in the good food
it is the the feeling of having a
beloved one in the life.

sadness

Where does it come from?

Left me with no power at all

My hands are dull 

My mind hugely tumult.

I don't want it
My mind wanders
In the deep seas and
over the mountains
Searching for the the sphere
In which It can be merry,
But, how can it be merry
When you are not here at all.

My heart skips beats
It tells me it doesn't want to beat.
It says it is now fatigued,
With beating alone.
It says it needed someone,
To give it the warmth it needed.

walking on grass

We are walking on grass barefoot

Holding hand in hand

Your steps are rhythamical with mine

Making my ears sentimental.

You look and smile at me,

For I am clenching you hand slowly.

The scrunching sound of the dried leaves

Gesturing of the coming winter.

don't be sad

Do not become jealous of him

If he has a company 

Maybe he was unhappy as you

Yesterday, when you were not seeing him.

Nothing is permanent nor your loneliness,

You can be happy and make others happy.

And you can wait till God bestows

A companion to you.

Believe in Fate and my friend

Please don't be sad.

books

If you bought a book,

Good if you read it,

But better it would be if you smell

The middle pages of it.

grassland and you

Looking at your beautiful face

Is like looking at a grassland.

The landscape of grassland which have

A brook running through it.

The plane smooth land with green grass

Is like your pink cheek smooth and lovely.

The water in your eyes

Is just like the water in the river.

Your chattering and talking

Is as exquisite as the babbling of the river.

Birds look at you in amazement when

You chuckle and giggle in between

Talking with me.

The sun hides itself behind the clouds

When it sees the light of your face.

I only want one thing in life,

To sit in the grassland and 

Stare at your face until the sun fades

And moon arrives.

Then we go to our small hut

Which is built on the side of grassland

From where the brook ran.

when we meet

When we meet

I will ask you the reason

You left me alone

And where were you all these days

I was crying for you

The world seem colourless

The birds sing no more to me.

Just meet me once

I will ask you