Dying heart in the hands of thy.

She walks up the lane,

Picking Sakura as in

Some fairy tale.

Looking for the Poet

Up the Hill,

She doesn’t know

Up Above

The poet lies still.

The Winter is gone

Summer creeps in,

Maple Red Leaves

Grown on the Hills.

Dreaming of the good old times,

She finds she has never had time.

Going for her dream for all those years,

Have left her today all in tears.

Missing the warmth, love

And touch of the poet,

She now recalls how would have they

Been in the Duet.

Summer is ending

Winter chilling in,

She is too old by

She reaches on the hill..

There she finds

A heart by the side,

She picks it up and,

Heart bleeds inside.

By the touch of the heart

Feels like Poet’s warmth.

The heart askd her

In a dying tone,

Lady where were you

I was dying alone.

…(Incomplete)

…Achal ‘The Dead Poet’

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Heart Aches in Summers By the Ocean

Rain Rain Come Again,

On The Burning Hearts Fall Again.;

You are the Sword of the God,

Slashing Away the Heart Apart.

Or,

You are the Love of Mother Divine ,

Washing away the tears of Conscience.

Rain Rain Come Again

Let The Ocean run in my Vein,

Washing Away

The Pain of Memory lanes,

On My heart You Fall Again.

From The Memory lanes…Achal ‘ The Dead Poet’

Memories Transgressing the barriers of Space n Time

Dream Dream O Dream,

What is it

Ye are trying to mean.

Some old memories

Or ,

Some future Tales…
………( Incomplete)

From The Memory lanes….Achal’The Dead poet’

Untied Loose Ends of My Heart

I have made a terrible mistake,

I Don’t know why.
But ,

A life is at stake,

In the hands of thy

…(Incomplete……)

From The Memory lanes….Achal’The Dead poet'

Hell Talks

Though the poet died,

In Hell his soul resides.

So some more ,

To come by

When The Poet Cries.

From The Memory lanes….Achal’The Dead poet’…..

Eruptions Of Neuronic Activity

Down the hill

A lake chill and still,

Walking down the memory lane

The Poet recalls some fairy tales,

Few to forget

And few to tell,

Hoping to find her

By the lake

Down the lane;

Though ye know,

The poet died

Just after ,

The lake dried.

Now

She doesn’t know,

Where the grave lies………

From The memory lanes….Achal ‘The dead Poet’