in a time to come when we'd die there in heaven you'd be mine walking down aisle the promises we keep exchanging our rings you in white, clean of your sins i in peach, wearing my skin the sound of violin will be celebrating our win you'll be dancing, I'd be crying for I belong to darkness deep and decayed and you blooming cherry oh deliciously red our graves would 'be decorated with flower beds for people know our story of the love unto we held our leftover partner may come to ruin our day to warn our souls to stay away but you see, love! they did the same when we were alive and this put us to death.
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but the pain of love!
we've been apart for so long do you miss me? does that song 'chale jaise hawayein sanan' still remind you of me? ~ does the breeze make you need my arms, to wail, does the frostness still haunt? do you feel the same emptiness in winter's night. ~ dangling your toes in the ice-bound stream do you miss being cradled? does the gelid numbness permeate into your feet? do you blub and bawl and know not the reason of your sorrow do you lit a glim and wish to have no tomorrow. ~ do you feel anything? do you feel? do you feel me, oh love! i could bear all the pain, but pain of love... ~Ayat
On my death-bed
on my death-bed inhaling death rattle I'm on my way out, but I'm not quite gone. ~ the thought of, no longer livin' makin' my skin dappled and my extremities took hail ~ the breeze stirred the leaves waving me a goodbye with sorrowful w ind caressin' my cheeks ~ my heart will ne'er, hope to see you sad i'll close my eyes to escape your cry A dim light, and music and ringings and bells i see a churchyard, dreamin' we dance ~ people are careless waitin' for my doom embracing inevitable losin' my sense ~ under your eyelids my journey shall end my fingertips giving me thrill of letting go my spirit ~ i quit breathing the world has died and I'm dead on my death-bed. ~ Ayat
Hours are slumberless!
gloomy time why leisurely it is passing? lots of apprehension and tons of regret as if I am close to my demise tiny blooms cannot awaken me memories will left just to remind glim and sorrows and the prayers will complete my passed away tale angels will have no clues of my returning who came back? when he went hours are gloomy and blustery night no one can halt me from joining paradise.
when my love died
And one eventide she finally died As she confessed her love afore, & I denied. I make her to be garbed in attire so white & made her hair the way; she desired being a bride I placed a ring mumbling you're mine. I moved onward to close the box & to leave her in so dark churchyard That moment I felt my psyche wrenching & realised how I lost my scarce thing Placing her body into the grave, I shrieked I cried noxious orchids , unconscious me memories of her in my mind Haunting me, Asking me Why ? Am I very late Slumber with that smile sweetheart! take rest . ~Ayat