Dreams of youth …

Every doors of my life left to be closed
When every nerve of my heart grieves,
For those fragrances of love not yet left disclosed;
Every venture of my life… ends at last in its unknown meaning
For this entire merciless world shatters every dream of my love;
In name of nameless mortal colors and skins
In fame of unknown languages and tongues;
Now, so many dreams in me are left untouched
So many tears in my eyes left enriched,
Its mere a feathery touch of thorn
That ever ruins that fort of measureless sky ever unborn;
There were no heights to measure… ever so near,
More no melodies ever yet sounded to entice myself, so dear
In every touch in those ways of crystal sands ;
I walk ever in dreams remains so blissful… to bleed
I don‟t know what on earth made my blood mere to plead;
That one soul ever left untouched imprints my heart so fragile,
In its mere immortal smiles for a while…
There were no „hellos!‟ There were no „byes!!‟
There are no treasons, there are no reasons
To reason those walks of solitary love,
That left ever untouched in me for all above.