Some songs may not be composed,
by Sneha Nag
only the tune remain in heart.
some portraits may not be painted,
only colours touch the mind.
yet, heart is blind in the desire to be alive.
in the pangs of lose and gain
heart has lost in the depth of pain.
Some roads have divided from middle,
and two souls have gone so far.
yet my heart is humming the tune;
that you have lost forever.
some words have left to be shared,
as time be-fooled us.
the stream of tears have scratched
in soul's abandoned canvas.
I am a traveler, wandering alone here and there
cherishes a hope that some day we will be united forever.
may be we can compose our last song
when the sun of life kissed the surface of my heart.
o dear, you are boundless and eternal
how can I tie you up?
you are the tempest, you are the rain
I have bow you and say,
'you are the moon and I am your stain'