Passion lingers on a state of blissLove loves you more when you kiss

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

There’s nothing wrong in dreaming when you are awakeReality is brimming with hunger, love and acheThe sky is unsure why the arid moor feels bleakQuaking of earth to lure the narrowness of creekFrom the poem- Sprinkled

Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!

Far away soul in a dreamy stateForgotten slumber seemingly latePure rhythmic love now rising higherUnclad passion our only attire

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

...and when we die we die alone I cry, I cry aloneLike a piece of stone I am thrown into the wavy ocean of lifeto atone...to atoneOnly to atone...