Your Tears Are My Tears

Your Tears Are My Tears Blazing droplets on rosy cheeks; Remind the reactionary repulses; To express dissatisfactory impulse; Without having the repercussion hidden. But your unilateral decision to express; The grief realized at your heart; During the course of discussion into; Which has resulted in flowing them; But one has lost his potential; In converting the emotion in tear; Thus feeling exhaust in the process; I have taken the retreat from my life. Eternal Hit-clap for song What reflect inside the heart? Is hidden behind the heart beat, But the atmosphere surrounded, With the drum’s beat of noise. There is no instrument to sing, The song of liking through recital, Thus I am alone to listen my song, As no one has yet turn over to listen. In such an atmosphere of loneliness, I am inclined to sing a song , Without recital in vain efforts, As I have started clapping my hands. I want you? I want you; but to what extent, That I myself is not aware, But your absence is painful, During the course of your absence; Thus, with riddle of my problem, I have started dejecting to my idea, As I may at least become conversant, That as to whether I want you or not . Gift from the soul There are so many scattered gifts, Which are lying on the surface, Some of the gifts may have the song, While others are the source of amusement. I am also in the search of a gift, Which may require my presence, Like immortal song of the part memory,

Songs become professional When the songs were not professional. In such a condition of confusion, I have started proving my potential, Concentrating for the quarry posed, To get the gift from my inner soul. Soul in silence There are so many human beings, With their different identification, They are having their different posture, In orders to provide some exertion, But the most precious scattered gifts, Are hidden always below the surface, Which is not visualized from outside, As the truth is not easily available, Then I started reconciliation to my spirit, In order to become conversant, After prolong struggle of life, To listen my soul in silence.