The state of a lover with no love one

Love one left the lover long time back but the lover still thinks of love one, lover still dreams that love one is around.... As lover opens the eyes no one is there to talk.

Spring is on and sings PAPEEHA

Sweetest in the world the most sentiment

On the lips of the lover produces sonorous

Making her amused keeping all pleasant

Now spring left him and alone PAPEEHA

Now spring left him and alone PAPEEHA

Cheerfully dances, touts, prides

The most beautiful feathers in the air

Joyous the moment, to him and to all

All transient and what’s left is the sore

Tears in the eyes and alone MAYURAA

Tears in the eyes and alone MAYURAA

Blossoms the nectar calls him to unite

Together all the day and promises to get on

Talking all the time uninterrupted in the joy

Longing to reunite waiting for next dawn

Someone took flower and alone BHAWARAA

Someone took flower and alone BHAWARAA

Eyes are now open looks all desolate

Nowhere is she, nowhere her charm

Whom I’m willing to welcome

Yes now I remember she left me long past

Just alone I am and alone AANGANAA

Alone I am and alone AANGANAA

Lover' Grief

The place was private and secret for them where they used to meet and talk. But today what is this? They have been caught by their known and been warned not to meet ever in life. Here GIRL explains her grief on this.

Kept hidden kept privacy

Never flaunt my ecstasy

  Only he and I were to know

   How it became nasty

     That’s now is no more secret

     We are caught at our desolate

        No more we can convene here

        Now place is not isolate

Eyes in eyes hand in hand

Lost in each other’s presence

   Those long talk or those intermingle

   Not even possible to see love one

      No more he can sing for me now on

      Nothing for us is left closet

         That’s now is no more secret,

         We are caught at our desolate

No more they will allow me to be here

But he must be happy he must take care

   When he come here and doesn’t find me

   I wish he find someone better to be with

      That’s now is no more secret,

      We are caught at our desolate

         No more we can convene here

         Now place is not isolate

My Lovely World

I am amazed on looking the world which is full of selfishness and carelessness. Is it the type of world we really wanted? If not, then what type we wanted? I am bit confused..

But i have dreamt of one world.

Me alone and my thought

Talk like two best friends

What should this world look like?

What type should be the face?

Like an engine which meets station when ever it is fueled

Or like river, never asks how to meet ocean and how to be flowed

Sale , purchase, arrange, budget plan, growth rate type love

Or blind and off-the-cuff what all call “Its absurd and he’s insane”

Yes engine should be fueled, but selflessly and with oneness

Sale-purchase should resemble give-take and plans to grow loveliness

Happiness all around.
No sorrow no pain no deceiving haze

This type my world look like and this type should be its face.

The Last Minute Before Death

The man is dying. He could see Yamaraj. Last wish in few words he wants to ask from God. He only want to observe and figure out how he spent his life, how much he hated and loved people.

Oh lord oh lord! just leave me to the mercy

For a minute to turn back,

To mend all I did blunderingly

To look how bad I spent,

To feel how I hurt any

Just once let me turn back, to see I was loving to how many

Remorse I have let me console,

Yes I traumatized lots of

Last minute to love them all

Whom I ever torment

Oh lord grace me a chance

Last time to persuade them all

And to hold my love one’s hand to peep in eyes not to let cry

 Oh lord oh lord! just leave me to the mercy