Thursday, June 13, 2013

A Distant Dream...

A Distant Dream...

Your one look into my eyes;
And your unbound transcendent love.
I born into. I exist.

My Moon, come, take shelter in my arms,
Let me dip into your cast,
And, create my structure.

The purity of your soul,
I admire.
Your path in love,
I aspire.
I aspire.
I aspire.
I aspire your confluence;
Since ages.

Your tepid touch
Amalgamates me into another world.
I get lost in you.
I take birth in you. Thus, I exist.

Ohh.. HOw My heart dances with innocence!
Ohh.. How the Night sings to me the songs of love!
And, I get drown in the melody of your name.
I win win lose you.
I live live die for you.
Ohh.. How I adore you!
Ohh.. How I most ardently adore you...!

Being a pearl I swing off your neck.
Being your heartbeat How I cling to your breast.
And, when out of love you raise your newly wedded wimple,
My heart swirls to light and wisdom.
And, I leave this world.
I leave all possessions.
I leave your love.
I leave myself.

And, I conjoin in you.
In you. In you. In you.
I reach and discover myself anew...

So, like a Saint,
I garnish my temple of love.
Like a parish,
I summon your chants from the book of your holy love.
you only take me to the other world.
In you only I reach my sublime.
In you only I reach my sublime.

H. S.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


To carry an eclipse
Of eternal sunshine
of the spotless mind.
Beyond the horizons

Of a marked reflection,
Coming onto
the benevolent refraction.
A drop in the ocean,
Counts to none.
A tear in the ocean,
Hides to none.
Shining above
The armour right. 

Comes your knight
In your sight,

taking your hand 
in the ball to dance, and
merry-making along

at the splendid nine.
baby you are mine
forever forever and even after ever...

It is destined.



Sunday, May 5, 2013


What is it that is born in my eyes and dies on my lips?
My Histella's kiss!

What is it that travels in my smile and routes to her heart?
My Histella's dreams!

What is it that starts from her chest all the way to my cheeks?
My Histella's breath!

What is it that comes from my dreams in a day up to her cozy nights?
My Histella's life!

What is it that oscillates from her thought to the reason of her origin?
My Histella's desire for Amoroso!

This is I, Amoroso.

Your Love brings revelations to my soul
like a morning coming from a scented rose
To admire its beauty seeing a glimpse of you,
Smiling back at me, attracting bees at you.

Her slender eyes of a deer and the beauty of its skin
A Swan passed by in the lake beside
This furnished green will be my last bed
Looking at the sky and painting the clouds ahead
I'll close my eyes, thinking of you and only you.

Like a glass filled with the oldest wine.
Reflecting the image of what my eyes shouts to see.
Her beautiful smile, now lost in disguise.
Her soft voice resonates in my mind.
calling out my name like never before.
And, I die. I die. I die.

Belongings that are left are seeped deep in my heart
Shining bright among the stars, here I lie.
Looking at your glow from far, very far away...
Wishing our love supreme divinity by God's living afar.

And so, like the ripples forming in a still water.
And a stone tied to a thread, approaching the center.
Carefully listening to the sound of silence.
Performing the softest Conversations in Silence...

-H. S.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

On love and empires...

And thus, Amoroso asked the mighty Oracle, "What thou asketh me about valor and courage? When my Histella fell short of love."

    Love, the best of the most beautiful feelings in this world. The brilliant energy in the universe that binds all material beings into a bond of platonic-ism. And so, the beauty of such intensity is often accompanied by an equal attraction, or, could be rightly called as an addiction.  

    Love, intensity, or addiction can turn either into a blessing or a boon to oneself depending on the way in which it is handled by both the partners. Thus, in handling lies the root of the problem and also its solution.

    Let us start by defining, "What is love?" Love, in a general terminology, is the attraction which two individuals experiences towards each other. It could be in a group as well e.g. a family. Though, in a companion kind of love only two individuals are counted. Scientifically, love can be explained as a result of some hormones in the endocrine system of humans which are further supported and amplified by the pheromones.

   Many a definitions are present to define love. Even in a poetic sense, love is the feeling which one experiences while watching a flower bloom to its blossom in the fresh morning sunlight with dew drops still over its petals. It is that very feeling which one remembers in the smell of that young blossom, their whole life. A feeling which, although, can be created, but, can never be destroyed and are only preserved within.

   Among all other descriptions, a poetic feel is what makes you imagine what love could be. The poet will ask you as an admirer to the blossoming of the lily, "did you asked the flower to be a rose and not a lily?". Had lily cared about only pleasing the admirer and focused on being a rose, she would have never reached the prime and proud of being a lily in its fullest sense. And the admirer must have lost their desire to be with such a rose instead.

   The lily, in such a case, has to realize its true nature in being a lily only; the part in which she is most suitable. Love cannot ask a condition to be fulfilled in being together. If the admirer is looking for a rose then he shall find one. And, the lily, shall find the one looking for a lily. Hence, the balance will be maintained in the nature and everyone's lives.   

   Requirement can never occupy a place in love. For love knows no boundary, no condition. Love is boundless. It cannot be caged in some essential requirements of being worthy to be together or not. Love, is such a small word, yet so powerful that it can destroy empires.  

   Love is rebellious in its truest nature. Love is a revolt. It is a fight when two souls unite into one and stand in one voice to challenge the might. It is a fight for freedom- a freedom to be together without any boundary, without any condition; two humans in their most nubile forms wanting to be together. Love means a fight between the might and the right.  

   Love forms its own boundaries. It then transcends those boundaries themselves again to form newer boundaries. It does not ask the flower to become a rose, and not a lily, so that empire will accept them both. It cannot condition the flower. If one is looking for a rose then they must not stop at the lily. And if they are looking for a lily then one must accepts the lily in its prime-est form.  

   Love is a discovery. A discovery on how does it feel being fresh in a relationship even after so many years. A discovery, an enlightenment, with hands in hands on a wheat farm at sunset looking at each other just inches apart and a slight brush of lips. Love is that force which can fight the whole world, and not just an empire, to feel that tinge in the neck and spine while you brush your lips in such a farm. You realize the true power of love. Because, love is not for the weak. 

   It is the addiction for one another that does not let you break apart. Love is two hearts flamed in the passions and heat and fire. They could burn you if you come their way. It is such powerful that you cannot even think about breaking apart. For such an admirer who will look for a lily can never even think of asking a lily to become a rose so that they could be together in the eyes of the empire. Love is a trade for the weak. No love can sustain longer if strengthen upon the platform to please the empire and not the admirer and the lily. Hence the requirement or condition finds no place in love. And if its is truly a love, then love never fails... Even if empires stands against their love then the true rebellious beauty of love comes out in its supreme as a revolt.

   It is rightly said, the truest love is a fight for those warriors who see nothing other than their desire to be together. Who knew once separated cannot survive. It is not for those who run away like cowards to protect themselves from the agony of the empire and expecting the lily to become a rose so that the empire could accept them. It will fight for their own desire to be with the lily and despise the rose, because, in lily lies their true happiness and love. Love is for those who are bravest, courageous, who are determined to fight for one another. To put it simply, love in itself is powerful than the mightiest of mightiest empires..   

What good be good if love be not fought for its justice,
What love is love if valor and courage be not its companions,
good be good if cowardice finds its home inside the lovers,
What love be love if it does not challenge the mightiest empire in the sky,

What love be love if two souls of such nature, be not met...