My Lovely Valentine
How many an hour did I whisper
Silently in my heart deep in fever;
How long hours did I collect and write
The story in a “starry starry night”.
Deeply did I breathe till my silent anguish is heard
Closely did I feel, somewhere, lost my guard;
A shadow growing faster
To scare me out in this winter
Could I recognize you?
Is that some of my known shadows,
Or, just a pretentious one?
I heard the song hard
I came close and went apart;
I tried to blow the wind of fear,
I tried to feel it near.
What else can there be if I fall
What else can it take
If I feel hard my pretty pretty doll?
What’s the colour the brush blows
On the brown broad canvas?
What’s the niceties lie there
In the petal strewn grass?
Why should people feel,
The music – that is calm, ominous and still?
Why should people rob one another
Harvesting riot together?
Why do they talk of kisses and passion
If life grows tough on love-potion?
Gently I gazed in the chronicles of time;
Pondering the harsher hour
Seduction, persuasion or lust;
Life’s little time suffers must.
I love not taking life out of her;
My art is gentle; suited in brine
Carefully choreographed in the cloud nine
I love from behind the bars
So do I suffer and shine
So does my song’s buried so fine
I cry – I love you
My Lovely valentine
The land of my sunset, I go;
Go into my sty;
And finally I shake breathe --I die.