Back in My arms

Will get you back in my arm,
Sooner or later oh my life..

It’s hard time i know,
To secure your love…

Go where heart leads you go,
Don’t ask me let you go….

It’s long way to go,
And it’s a turn all that i know….

Slowly slowly you moved,
Oh my love far away…

And i am waiting here,
To bring you back my way…

I believe in that,
Will get you back in my arm,
Sooner or later oh my life..

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Valentine Special

I have been through
The ages,
I have came through
The faces..
It’s you who
Stops me,
At my early thirties.


Never seen an angle face before,
Which makes me kneel my ego.

Browny eyes with spark,
Dragged me out of my spa,
And retreated me with,
Waves of love’s natural flow.

Oh! Years I have waited,
A dimpled smile,
As yours.
It feed me joyful fear.

It’s golden era of my journey,
Full of God’s blessing,
And your mercy.

Emergance of you,
After a long suffering in,
World of love.
Made me admit that,
Its you not me,
Who being so special.

So on this Valentine’s week,
Wish you all the joy,
You seek.
It’s me or someone else,
Have given all my bless.

It’s long way ahead,
Counting our steps.
Let’s make this valentine,
So delightful,
So it will become,
A long stay…..

For my very special friend…

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A Drop Befor it Rains..

Long long time,
full of awaiting,
Needed to sustain,
this pathetic harmony of being a desert.

Oh my merciful God,
Far far away,
Sitting beyonds the clouds,
Begging you all your mercy,
Only for a moment,
To be rain
One Drop before it rains…

I am not in that hurry,
To mug all my pain,
In a moment,
Just needed a slow treatment,
To be energized myself,
To sustain again…

Being a long in same situation,
Afraid of drowned with your cloudy,
Fruitful heavy Rain..

Let me be habitual of your mercy,
I being a Desert for so many years,
Remained in ‘Merichika’ of my own,

Full of fruits of berries,
Sweat, small and easily available.
I covered by my own forest,
Of white sand, with patches of bushes.
I conquered a vast ocean of my own,
Attracted numbers of thirsty in a day.

Richness of my own type,
Afraid of this sudden change..
Oh god!
Please be merciful on me,
But slowly slowly,
In the drops of your a few…..

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