An Idiot Dream

Once I had an idiot dream

My two big eyes in a prison doom

And a handsome youth in front

My eyes to look at was all he want.

I wonder,this handsome form rude

A villain,a wretch lost to pride

My eyes lost to thought

Was asked as he sought

No wonder,my eyes betrayed

My artless heart and mind unchained

Cupid’s shaft struck my eyes

Soon soon it cried in ties.

My tearful eyes he could’nt bear

He set me free to my dear

But to fire my eyes went a wild eternal fire did I lent.

Eversince my eyes wander my sweet goldencage to enter.

                                                   With Love

In time we see that dew drops
The blooming bud touched
The sweetest flower in time,we see
Does appear and fade away

With cool breeze the strong bud
In time does move
The hardest heart in time does yield
To cupid's magic spells.

Where fully bloomed flower
There comes a fiend
Where deep passion poisonous turns
There arouses its doom.

What folly does it cause
My heart to weep
That angel time'll wipe
And touch to smile.

Time causes a new born bud
What care does it not ease?
In time I see that I love
In both pleasure and content.

RETURN


But ah!my soul I found You
In your romantic youth
Too much drunk in worthless passions
When I taught you right things
Yet was not I strong enough.


Before I realised your follies
Or i taught my soul to be patient
I looked back at that heavenly bliss
Which I long to have for ever
My wandering soul would keep waiting.

Says my conscience with confidence
That my drunken soul will return
When the magic youth sheds its spells
I pray leave me my soul
Could have a moment of eternal union.

How grateful I am for last week's trip to the hills.How lovely they are!!sofresh and green.I had not felt the freshness of air for a long time.when signs of some strange illness annoy me I feel an urge to see the hills and trees and to sprawl on the green grass.Though the stress of duty was there I felt everything so immensely.The impressions are so fine that I am really happy and light at heart.But sometimes in my happiest moments I feel sad.It is always like that.The terrible rollercoaster ride that I go through.The brutality of my senses is always felt.

On The Way Of Success
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The GOD who crowned success
Had married him to chance
That they may come together
And have toil as their mother.

His crown of pride do shine
So do his cloak so fine
His wife so wavering
May desert him mourning.

On his mother does he feed
And gain strength for his deeds
Mad in pursuit and in desire
Mother's blood do he require.

You gain a world of delight
for a life full of light
Your life of toil do take
All the joys yourself do make.

You get as much from chance
So she takes from yoy hence
And nothing can gain heaven's grace
Even with one's life's expence.

Steppenwolf

Oh God, it's me
As I call myself,a lonewolf
A lady uncouth in manners
An alien,a beast astray
I fail to share the world
Its pleasures and its businesses
its thoughts and its feelings
I fail to see anything they see.
If they are true to their joys
And prove me false
then i call myself insane
In truth,insane to the core.
I who have no home
I who is an alien
I who is unpredictable
I who is the steppenwolf.