Set her free…

Release her ,

So she is relieved

of your constant memories

tied tight to her tender heart

weighing up her being that

drowns her in the sea of sorrows,

Let her breath free ,

Your constant reminder is fueling

her despair to burn,

The war of her survival and the

anguish of your death is the constant

pain she wish to evade to live a

life of her own…

Set her free from your love for her…



I gift back your love…

You come with a rose and a chocolate

to console my suspicious mind,

The colour I never favoured

and the taste I never savoured,

Once a solid love ,

Now on a fragile path,

To hold or let go?

The years enriching our souls

With different songs,

Whose uniqueness of music

colliding with the other,

The beauty of the symphony

Lost to the ears,

On this day of love,

To flourish the goodness left in me,

I release you from this bond,

So I retrieve my truth and peace.


The beauty that she is…

She is a beauty to every sight,

Her joys of radiance contagious

And touching all passing her way,

The living divine for the two souls

Reason for her birth,

The cherished dream of their

Breathing moments,

The gift of their life ,

The reason of their breaths,

Their blessing from the immortal,

With the stars glowing in their eyes,

Her shine was evident to all but one,

The one that mattered most to her,

The tears behind her happiness,

But now the smile of her sorrows,

As she stifles all her emotions

Behind a facade of smiles ,

She waits for the moment to confide

And console those two hearts,

For she knows the intensity of their

Pain will be more than hers…


The unsaid love…unfilled words…

The waves washing our bare toes,

My head resting on your shoulders,

Hands and hearts locked together,

The dreamer in me flying high,

The moment was bliss,

You gently removing your hands,

Gave me the inkling of your feelings,

Though the modesty in you checked

Yourself from blurting it out,

I understood the treachery of this life,

The first tears mourning the death

of my love threatening to break,

The breezy wind blowing my face

Saved my grace…


The silhouette of dreams…

The silhouette of dreams,

Engraved in my soul,

To hold her precious hand and conquer the world,

To breathe her fragrance and mingle my soul into hers,

To drink in her flawless self and cherish her inner beauty,

To hear her silence, with the delightful string of her words,

To sing her song, and dissolve into the symphony of her music,

For the pureness of this birth and purpose of this life,

I wait for the dream to gain its life…