Just like those old monks used to say,

Everything happened because of a good reason behind it,

I wanna say something alike aswell,

You make it so nice so we learn to live with it.

Just like those bare trees in autumn waiting for the spring,

to come & love them tenderly all their life they wish,

But you can’t expect a season to stay forever,

A t tragic antilogy between fate & bliss.

So fragile are those moments with you I long to live,

Forever to walk besides you until dawn meets dusk,

So weak I’d stand over the zenith of my fate,

A climate so dry but a couth darkness to lurk.

How pleasant is this rhapsodic law of life is,

Your dreams don’t work until you don’t intend,

& on the vestige of your valid happiness,

You find fate drooling over what you’re about to lend.

& you are left alone to judge the nuance of love & hate,

Where you choose your best suited trait,

Now you’d walk again in depths of thorny life,

To justify your feelings & all the long wait.

When I reach to hold her in my dreams everyday,

I wanna whisper wishes to make her heart listen,

That it’s her whom I need to walk alongside me,

& bliss of her hair on my face to make my fate glisten.

Sometimes I wonder that what I do wrong,

or what I lack; least I deserve to know,

It’s a wonderful life to cherish if I keep my dream aside,

Neither a single grief nor a stabbing foe.

This wasn’t a threnody to criticize ”Kismet”

May be reverie overflowing in my veins could be the cause,

It was something I realized sitting under the shed of my rooftop,

Watching raindrops bending the mighty wind to pause.

Then it was a Hail-Storm