Time

In the night of dark maladies,
the remembrance of desire glows.
The desire often delves in nostalgia,
often tears roll down the eyes of nostalgia.

The eues soaks in blue images,
the blurres images mingle to
form a desire of nostalgia.
The black eyes often searches blue.
But where to find!!!

The desires give rise to meaning
as an exhorbitent affair of images.
often images are exclusive,
exclusivity brings future.

As past looks into the mirror,
the mirror fails to show the future,
as present intervenes.
Alas! the tears roll down ,
to form a future of hope,
and reflection of past.

Myself...

In the presence of Myself,
often thesoul thinks of something special.
Where shall thou search,
the peace of Myself?

Myself searches heaven,
a place I shall be in love,
a place where my search ends,
a place Myself would be in silence.

Myself searches of green patches,
Myself searches of blue sky,
Myself searches of unicorns,
Myself searches of clear water.

Myself searches of Me.
Myself searches the Me within.
Myself searches of that special Me.
Myself searches of Me.