The light that burns darkness
Still sleeping above faint sky

World is splinted with woods
Steel is constructing mankind

Removing the portraits of life
They play the game of smoke

Happiness crossed terminator
Reddening my eyes with moan

Let me discover my reflection
On pupil of Your evident soul

Lift me up with Your firm arms
For staircase demotes to Hell

Tend my existing solitude and
Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”

Maybe Forest is your middle name
For your body grows so green with kindness.
Soul like a hungry leaf of morning
Constantly absorbs the rays
That our love emits.
Freedom of wild song birds resides
In your mind,
Still your root is so strong
And head holding itself higher,
Is reaching for sunshine.
While these poor lungs of mine
Only inhale the oxygen of happiness you offer.
Moreover, the vastness of your heart
Shelters all of my desires
Under the serene shade of comfort.

Long arms of moonlight are stretching out
To the gigantic ocean,
For touching those soft curls
Of her mahogany coloured hair.
Eyes more azure
Than Pacific's quiet dream
Glowing too bright,
Embarrassing the fluorescence of water.
Resting hands on the fair *******
She is floating on her back
Gazing at the blessed purple sky.
While silvery cream of starlets
Is nourishing every wet curve
Of her slender body, with
Gentle caress.
But the unfortunate humans are
Still unable to witness
The mystery of her beauty,
Which is carefully confined
Inside the secret chest of Mariana Trench.

Days are passing by
So are we,
Apart from each other
Like the sky and the river
Flowing separately ripping the heart of eternity
Yet so together in affinity
Sleeping with empty dreams.

If I were a waterfall
I would have fallen in love
With your heart of stone
And you would break me from drop to droplets
Or I would have made you unstone.

If I were a rainbow
You must have written on me
Seven colours of poetry,
Though life doesn’t seem to rhyme
But I would have listened to you all night long
If you were a wind chime.

Since life isn’t a role playing game
You and me running parallel
Carrying different aims.
There’s no possibility to embrace each other
As life is not what it seems,
At the end of each day
We are still sleeping with empty dreams.

Shivering boughs of trees
Painted invisible strokes
On the warm atmosphere
Of our midnight secrecy.

Black mountains of moon
Melted on blanched sky
To deepen the colours of
Cupid's clever-conspiracy.

Empty road of love
Laying roses on chest, waits
For your blushful feet.