Love makes you fly high

Moving on its Ethereal Time line

Moments ago,Became wetwith a calm silence,and was filledwith a sweet fragrance.He enteredher hall of heartwith a radiantorange robe,royal and brilliantin colour, and lustre.A mild and cool breezestarted to blowfrom the South,as if to thrill herwith the exotic aromaof love that emanatedfrom his deep, loving heart.

The balls of fireIn the hands of the innocent insectsInfested with dark desires-Who never have dreamt,Nor have flied highOff their birth placeSince they riveted to theirWinged dreamsIn the hour before the dawnUnder a Sun on a chariotDrawn with the single most horseWidowed on the day of wedding.

back againon the labyrinth ofmy heart.You were nowhereto be seennor be smelt,but your silentand sweet smilelingered onthe petals ofthe bunches of calendulain the front garden.Did spring senta letter to meand my heartthrough you?

Helpless in a way –While we snap our love,Through mere wordsThrough the dotsDots rarely show the real-The realm of beauty,The realm of God,The realm of love.A finger is neededIndeed to point the moon,Once we recognize the moonWhy trouble the finger?

Jan te ho kya..Beech meinye ho kya gaya?Aaj sab kuch hai,mein bhi,tum bhi,suraj aur chandaaj bhi nikal raheheinDin aur raataaj bhi sata rahe heinDil hai, Dimag haiSab kuch hai,Lekin aisa kyun lagta haiki kuchh thik nehin hai?Utna pyar aaj bhi haitum se,tumhare har cheejon setumhari har yadon sejo mit nehin payeeun sab ghaon sejo mit…