My desires are still
flying in the form of dreams
Though
I have moved ahead of time
No
doubt spellbinding you were; I was dead
And
I couldn’t judge it
Beautiful
– A heart you had; though I never expressed
Today
I regret it
A human propensity
to believe the outer
Does
not exclude me
Faces
we see and compare the beauty
Give
a damn to the graceful heart
Can’t
call myself an exception
Cause
that will rip me apart
Yes, I am different
Different
from others
I
am a vampire; a lamiae – born to suck blood
Never
left an animal; nor an organ
I’ve
been in search of the red
Definitely
there is some obstacle
Some
peddle that hinders my path
I
know not what comes in between; something serene
A
supernatural; an occult or some black magic
But
yes it happens and others have seen
I forget myself – my
rudeness; my ugliness
That
nefariousness which could have ever been
Regret
that am a lamiae – a blood sucker; hirudinean ; a leech
When
it comes to your part
Wouldn’t
be wrong if for the same
I
blame your beautiful heart
The past gave the
opportunity
To
express my feelings; desires – I never did
If
god gives me one more chance
For
sure I will take it
No
doubt – no circumstance
This
time I’ll make it
Had I confessed long
time back
This
time would have never come
We
would have been together
Flying
all over around
To
meet the sky - In heavens
Far
– Above the ground
I repeat- Had I
professed long time back
This
clip would have never come
I
have everything on the ground
But
I wish to fly
Why
do I forget – To make this come true?
All
I need is you – the only sky
Evenings were never
so beautiful – so charming
Your
memories have made it
Blessed
is the moment
When
I think of you
Can’t
say anything else
But
my dreams come true
Like a flowing river
My
feelings flow
Like
a rising sun
My
desires grow
Passing
to every element of nature
And
then to you
See any flower; any
bird
You’ll
find me
Any
plant; any tree
I’ll
be
Cause
they are the same
They
never express
Their
presence tells it all
They
might suppress
More than they
believe in doing
Than
the word of mouth
The
same follows with me
With
every child
It’s not a fable; a
parable; an allegory
Of the depressed
But a true story; an
epilogue
Of the feelings
Unexpressed!!