A glow worm...

I will forget everything, my moonshine;
Will forget all in the dreams.
You are the teardrop of a blossom.
You are the pearl drop of the dainty dew.
Or the craving thirst of my stricken spirit.

Does a butterfly enjoy the spring
While smouldering in a flaming pyre?
Does the embers of my heart has some radiance
While it lies in the ocean of thawing ice?
The wandering desires are seeking the shores
That recedes away farther from me.
No stars are twinkling in the yonder
Only a twinging mind in desolation!
Do the dead quarrel with any one living?
Is there any whimpering coming out
Of a bird that has lost its wings?
Even a glowworm has a tiny light
Of its own, in the lonely night.
And a life emitting light to the living ones...

Delirium…

Whom do you search in the gloom
Down below, with tear drops in your eyes;
As dew on the petals of the rose in the dawn?
Did your smile become pallid
As it withered, on the forlorn shores
Of some dreams, flamboyant
With magical ecstasies embedded,
Sizzling there with lustful passions?

Did any unknown rhythms of music
Awaken in your heart, any time now?
Did desires and ardent ardour
Smother your musings?
Do you keep open the mystic doors
Of your mind filled with anguish?
And dedicate cadent musical
Melodies, dunk in unsullied love?

Do you smoulder and burn
In excruciating dreams, of your slumbers?
Can you spill laughter through tears?
Could you meditate in penance sporadically
Like a vibrant reverie in the darkest
Dungeons of dismay and desolation now?