into my eyes,
She is celestial,
Pathways Of Cross
My sinned hands wash out the wounds of lust,
Blood flows through the veins of human lost,
Bringing back the whole thing within a pleasure,
A town-folk now in despair, looking for a leisure.
Sweet and lovely memories of you still reside,
when it reflects, I cannot keep my thoughts aside,
A sense of the vibe in my life, ahead of a pride,
And a flavour of those nostalgia in me abide.
Love Is A Miracle
I owe you my soul, thou love is a miracle,
As my soaring soul belongs to your circle,
I am an inner child of divine life creation,
Human body is built for a holy recreation.
My own soul is my own dream.
A dream for a Soul; both are interlinked.
To dream of seeing your soul leaving your body,
signifies you are in an act of sacrificing yourself for love,
Blended emotions in dried up ocean of passion at heart,
Torn out and scattered, frozen along the pathways of love,
Crafted a dishonesty by destiny, a broken toy in your hands,
Deserted in total as I lay on the streets of ambitions unlimited.