In the cascade of light, she flows like a stream,
While I, with an old thirst, in her beauty gleam.
I've quenched my longing, with a gaze so deep,
Capturing her essence, in my heart, I keep.
With every passing moment, l linger in her sight,
Banishing thoughts of others, swiftly, out of sight.
For in her radiance, I find my endless quest,
To dwell in her presence, is where I find my rest.

I want to leave this boisterous town of sadness and hate,
And shift my body to where my soul resides.
A place where I can hear the cascading waterfall
and see the serene green view of the evergreen forest.
The place which makes my heart flutter with the sound of the silent seashore.
A place where the morning begins with the soothing call of a peacock, and ends with the resplendent reflection of the moon in the lake.
The lake, in which I can see fishes breathing and witness nature healing.
A place where I can find my solace and peace.
I want to leave this boisterous town of violence and rage,
where symphony of honks and shouts fill the air.
And shift my body to where my soul resides.

Eternity , like a sandcastle by the shore ,
built with care , but destined to be no more.
It stands tall, a fleeting masterpiece ,
but the waves of time will surely cease .
For just as the tides wash away the stand ,
time slips through our grasp , like grains in our hand .
Yet in the act of building , we find delight ,
creating moment that shimmer , ever so bright .
Though our castle may crumble, their beauty remains,
in memories cherished , where love sustain .
For the fleeting moments, we find out worth,
leaving footprints on the shores of this vast earth .
So let build our castles with all our might ,
knowing eternity lies in moments ,not in sight .

In the dance of hearts , a bittersweet tune,
I've loved in shadows , under the crescent moon .
Whispers of affection , lost in the night ,
yearning of love , yet out of sight .
A tapestry woven with threads of despair ,
loving those who didn't reciprocate , a burden to bear.
In the mirror of reflections ,a poignant art ,
To love without return , an ache at the heart .

In a weird way ,all those who write , write to find themselves .

the branch that left the tree , returned as an ax .

Within our souls , we carry love's greatest stories, unspoken but forever true.