If I could ever…

Wish if I could ever forget those moments;
Wish I could ever close the eyelids of my soul;
The agony of a flower discarded after
It was adorned on the locks of a maiden,
And the scorching sighs emanating in its mind;.
If I could ever fail to remember them!
Why did you blossom in plants that wither and die,
In the arid unclaimed waste land of life and
Become untouchable blossoms?

You are dreams pushed into the gutters of
Misery and anguish, where only melancholy reigns.
Infatuations and whims are flies hovering above
The fire and when the wings are scorched
Why hassle about it as a perpetual twinge;
Assuming the role of water birds floating
And swimming over the waves of misery?

The eternal spring...

The spring became my beloved for a moment
In my exquisite, and exciting dream.
It gifted me with a blossom of console,
As heaven descended beside me, in that night.
I forgot to reckon the petals of that flower,
While I drifted in the inebriety of its fragrance,
And could not imbibe the ecstasy of the nectar.

The heartbeats fainted in the grandeur of
The resplendency of its radiance.
I failed to adorn the pollen as a lip-glow
To the quivering coral of my lip;
And woke up, just before the picture was complete.
Could I ever get those blossoms with its playful
Petals in full bloom, and dancing in the breeze.
And she returns as the cute eternal spring in my life?

Hopes…

I will worship you standing at a distance
My peerless stunning goddess!
Your smiles look like the superb earth,
Clad in the radiance of the silver moon.
Who can foresee plucking a flower,
Even if it is ravishing on a branch
At our arm’s reach and precinct?

Though it is blossoming in the heart
Bountifully, who can predict if it
Could be possessed and embraced in the bosom?
Even then it is possible to adore it in dreams,
And revere it to the heart’s content, always.

Though the wind may quaver its hand,
Who knows if the blossom will drop down?
Who knows if it could ever quench the thirst
In the mind, though the chalice may be brimming?
Even if it is not imbibed, it is just possible,
It could be always felt and remembered.