Yearning of a soul

I know not - what shall I asketh of thee O lord

my prayers obscurely piercing the depths of my heart 

probing the meaning of my soul

with some knowing of the mien rarely known

the semblance I refrain from the evanescing zone

 

somewhere in the denial of true credence  

somewhere between my trust flows

through the waters of the divine providence

hitherto there too aporia glides

along with the tears and  fathomless benevolence

 

I ask again incessantly, perpetually through the inestimable sighs

I pray- how do I beseech thee

for  I know not what shall I asketh of thee O lord

the failure of dreams and the dreams of failure

that isn't all that ravages the human soul

 

for what  and what more must I utter sighs

towards the benevolent azure skies

unrelenting  the heart so longs the heart so cries

yet unkown to self are my wants

for I know not what I shall asketh of  thee O lord

 

 

 

 

A silent little prayer

 Teach me O lord how to pray

What all and whatnot to pray

For thou provideth everything

And if I asketh of thee O lord

Is it that I  choose to go astray

 Is it that my heart is so big that I love everyone and not anyone in particular?

Or is it that my heart is so small that I can't love even one with all my heart's fervour?

I'm not the stories that I write

They flow of their own might

carrying a sparkle of what

you may call 

my life

Beyond Lamentation

 Beyond lamentation 

Every little joy

Twinkles like a star 

Every other sorrow

Mine I consider

Beyond lamentation

In every  other eyes

I see love

And my heart 

Becomes a mirror

Beyond lamentation

I sense every other error

To be pardoned

For like me they are

Lagging in their learning

Beyond lamentation

I realised the agony

caused in me

Took beginning

Somewhere in me

Beyond lamentation

I revel in the bliss

That sorrow brings

And I perceive the presence

I AM in everything