The Green Mystic

" Gyan tao, ngaosinnaganu" Am I ever destined to become? Resting under shade in a country; Always melancholic and lonesome, Scribbling magical words of Poetry. Never thought I'll ever be- Consumed, bound by responsibilities. However strong I pretend to be, What haunts me is life's complexities. Dear ones the other side Conscience is but a receding tide. Please them or please myself- The two conflicting resolutions. Mind occupied by confusions, Level the rift, my well-being too? For them are my health and Wealth. I'm SPOILT, that's not so true.

Know not you, this'll hurt, He not there by your side. Wayward home, excited heart- Emotions inside you can't hide. Recalling the one you dear, Hoping that the day'll come. Waiting eyes brimmed with tears- Comes not he, your handsome. Hurt was he, the Betrayal; Scattered dreams – the palace royal. Hardened heart over the past; Fall again for the last. Will same fate befall him? Will love be ever-more grim?

I'm not complaining of my Life- It's that I don't get what I strife. Life's not always what it seems Dreams always remain dreams. Many a lass in life I met, Not a single I can bet But You with that charming Smile Swept my feet across a mile. Life slowly rewards itself What am I to lament of myself? Many a change still to come- And my heart, still handsome. Now, our ways parted, If future's in hand, you'll be seated- On the couch of my warm heart Uninformed of the pangs of this wintry earth. I can tell this for I- See it in your eye(s) Somewhere you feel for me And the love still can be- Resurrected. And you know- Genuine is my love, forever and now.