When heart forgets to make a beat When eyes meet with a tranquil smile And you go weak in your very feet Signs, I say of a Lover’s profile. As if nothing happened you act bold You mumble and fumble the words said You shiver a bit (not out of cold!) Mind ceases! I call…
Love is in the air around And a heart somewhere beating fast Cheer up my friends and hear that sound And let your happiness forever last. See those flowers hung o’er there White as purity of a crystal glaze And once you look, you forever stare And that’s what I call Romance Stage. And the…
True! Long ever things of beauty last! Jus’ eye to eye and a smile then And then the heart beating fast Compose better lines than a poet can! Every tune that pleasure brought Every moment of joy in the grove Every thing that lost me in thought Made me declare: I’m in love! I loved…
What mellifluous voices did I hear That brought me to this lovely land Ah, my heart! Let the clouds clear And unveil the presence of Destiny’s hand. Nature’s wish to bless us dear Remember comes very rare, Iff your heart is enough pure For her blessings you may dare. The rising sun o’er distant wood…
A beauty of a scene gleaming through the sky With dozens of scattered and clumped greyish gold Setting was the sun, but suppose the last try To keep alive the all day long goodness hold. The colours merged; better than an artist’s work – But who the artist? Who the brush? All lost here. Followed…
In search of Love the young man went From village to city and every land And under the heaven, his nights spent With not a shawl in his handsome hand. When he met a girl in a vale With eyes black and radiant skin – Her locks of hair over shoulder fell – Beautiful than…
That outline far beyond Summons my soul to its grace The turbulent stream, the wayside pond Beseech me to live in happy days. The outline of those hills away Show the path of Divine bliss The path’s unknown, search the ray… ‘Lead kindly light, lead me through this’. The thought ne’er be made a crook…
Laden and rich with crops I saw – The bald head of the Minister Where grew fine hybrid rice and wheat For the dowry of his sister. The King too saw it all and frowned: “Why do we not grow anything In my lush royal paddy fields?! Transplant them soon, then praise and sing.” “You’re…
Come Spring, come again, With the beautiful flower rain Now brightly the sun will shine, You will rise Nature’s mine Cold wind will blow swiftly And you will be honoured highly. Come Spring, come again, But now starts the Summer’s reign We will miss you for many days And the warmth of your morning rays…
