TO THE SUN

But sometimes,

a gentle warm touch unveils me,

I blink my eyes,

none,
but you are beside me !
Your coming costs my convivial nights
but, know,
it is that joy
I dream and wait long.
* * *
I gaze at the rays
rather your transparent eyes,
with your exquisite sensibility
you set on ablaze,
the inflammable memory at the core of your heart
is
perpetual !!
* * *
I blush for helpless I am,
so inconsiderable become my words
adore you still with 'sans-heart;
nothing can I give you -
but the figments of this blankness
is
yours !!!

TO THE MOON

Hadn't you talked to me in those solitary nights
peeping behind dark small clouds(?)
your shy look
left me mesmerised !

you moved or clouds-
but you appeared in your sozzled walk,
smiled n whispered,
what(?) !!
From your lips
chill drops drizzled upon me,
I opened my window at this sentient time,
something went deep within...........
you were playing, perhaps,
serenade to me......

THE SOLITUDE

In the rush everywhere
still,
there is a void in my heart,
what echoes - your footprints there,
while I wonder forlorn on my route...

Never it happens to me that
I can meet you to my conviction
and
can talk you to my heart's content,
for all the time we ever meet
silence talks
or,
lips speaks so different......

Come once,
I am leaving for my grave,
behold! every bit of land keeps our remembrance,
tell,
will you (not) step into my solitude?
know,
nothing is same without you,
nothing is same without you !!!