My Love; my life, or a dream

My Love; my life, or a dream

It all started with a dream,
A dream I cherished,
With my stars and my light.
My own ecstasy in my eyes,
I nurtured it with my soul
And made it my life.
I nourished it with my blood,
And yes! it was my life.
Placed warm, more she was serene,
And it all started with a dream.
Fragile, as a dew; was it,
Soft as a petal you feel.
Pearl was starry and elusive,
But it really only was a dream.

A world it was I lived in,
An illusion elusive was all I built,
Nights never used to pass,
And to miss was all I ever did.

She came, throbbing my heart.
In my reality or in my dream,
But I know I loved,
With her in me and my blood.

I learnt a new meaning,
An all-new entity.
With high hopes, as it seemed,
And I was proud to be a being.
To get a path to exist,
And not to exist but live,
To live life and to serve,
In this superior world, a world of love.
With no trace of anger, there was seen.
But to give and give was all the need,
So enticing was the beginning,
The beginning of my very own dream.

..Sam

What is LIfe.

What is LIfe.

Is life a dream,
With falling out what you feel,
You wish to be true,
For all that you grew,
Or is life; waiting,
Waiting to be known,
Or to know,
What life is,
and its dices.
No; Life is a struggle,
With God having its cards,
A struggle with time,
To beat the hard.
To know the meaning,
To feel the feeling,
Deprived sometimes,
And sometimes winning.
So live what you have,
Not what you don't,
Life will pay,
With all that you grew,
Will soon gonna be true.

...Sam

Life; two ways

Life; two ways

Pain is agonising,
World is large,
Seems to be tough,
And goal so far.
The ways in front,
Are always two,
The easy wrong,
And the tough true.
But that's the game,
Yes; called life,
You have to play,
To Choose the right.

..Sam

My Life; A Broken Scenario

My Life; A Broken Scenario

Time; the wandering miracle,
Makes me remember,
My past a trifle,
With time, so elusive,
And nature so shy,
With nothing to contend,
So frolic was I.

The glide seemed easy,
Thoughts sailing and souring,
Feelings ardent avid,
So daftly pretending.

Time; showed its wrath,
Life went monotonous,
I termed scorn,
Left with desertness.

Desertness of a tree,
As in autumn,
Left with despair,
Left with contempt.

Presently my life,
Like a requiem,
Degraded tormented,
Left with spurn.

Solitude my being,
Entity futile,
Facts remain dormant,
Condemned to exile.

Existing I am,
Coz, I was sent,
Trying to live,
On the verge of the end.

In belief I was,
Life, Love and Romance,
But still, I wonder,
What life is,
And who I am.

It's much to elusive,
Is all I say,
What you do or did,
Comes all in the fate.

So live life,
Life never comes after,
Its a mystery, enigma,
Don't try to decipher.

..Sam

Pearl; My Fragrance

Pearl; My Fragrance

My life, limited to your circle,
My dreams, filled with your essence,
My days, pass with your memories,
And my heart beats with your fragrance.

--sam

Pearl, I want you back

Pearl, I want you back

If realise, you lost the dreams,
Or gone days be redeemed,
Then do come to me,
Don't think or ask any,
Don't stop to come beside,
Heart was in our relation,
Let your heart decide.

..Sam

My Deserted Solitude

My Deserted Solitude

This world is too much for me,

And I a sordid to everyone,

Shadows my only true comrades,

Giving some peace to the outworn.

My Life; nothing to offer,

And days dark and wide,

My loneliness forever companion,

And my solitude always at my side.

My sail, divine despair,

A forlorn attempt to live,

Remembering the days of glittering,

The days so very elusive.

Happiness never to be seen,

And desertness always to be there,

No meaning to continue now,

When hope turns to despair.

Oh! God, why is life; world

So cruel to me,

Or is it only I,

Trembling where I used to be.

Everything is gone.

My strength; fragmented,

Life; frustrated,

My hopes deserted,

And I left tormented.

Beg for help, should I?

In this world, too brute,

Where no sorrow is left to mope my mood,

And if there is,

It's only my deserted deserted deserted solitude.

...Sam