My humble Bee

I hardly knew thy closeness,
I hardly knew thy warmness,
I hardly knew thy sweetness,
I hardly knew thy anger,
I hardly knew thy separation.

My heart lingered,
In our sweet past,
Touching thy heart.

My eyes,
Watching thy soul,
Went outside to watch moon,
Thy only connection,
In this word.

I walk through the lawn,
But unable to find our moon.

I was unanswered,
I was never answered.

Her sighings,
Her laughter thunder,
Her interruptions,
All were a distant past.

All, as some imaginary waves,
Were oozing out of my heart,
But, non shall pass –

And I was deep into agony –
Thy separation was killing me.

Waves of thoughts were lingering,

Making a cloud,
Were relinquishing my passion for her.

My weaver dreams and heartfelt words,

All my emotions,
Came to a hault.

I was damned,

But I’m a phonix,
I want to surge out,
To kiss the sweetness,
To listen the honey words,
Of my humble bee.

Let the Sleep be Awaken

Let the light waves & shadows fly;
Let the sleep be awaken.
Let the brightness be bright
beyond the yonder,
Let the silence come’s in commotion,
Let allow, taketh rest to sun,
and thy to glow.
Let the minds change thy play,
and mortals do thee work;
Let the sleep be awaken.