Song Of Wounded Nightingale!

Jaunting down the memory lane,

Meeting the dreamy fille for the first time was:

As if there was the whirlwind of colors…!

As if there was the monsoon of perfumes…!

As if there was the breeze of intoxications…!

In my musical world of dreams!

How can I express to you how euphoric the time swam…?

On the dreamy stream of dreams dreamt!

There the season of tunes flourished!

There the reason to bloom nourished!

Jaunting down the memory lane,

How can I express to you how euphoric the time swam…?

 

Now I wonder how I won her!!

That seductive face behind the curly hairs,

Was gleaming as the bud flaunting behind the curtains of dawn’s fog!

Was smiling as the bright moon does from the unfurled screens of the night!

How come those exaltations arouse out at once?

Was there any sorcery in her quiet smile?

Or did the lunacy overcome my senses?

Or did I drink the fountains from the River Lethe?

Spitting it out, I guess…

The oceans and oceans of dreams waved in my eyes,

Wavy, wavy waves each hummed again and again,

As if the angels of paradise are crooning the saga of our unsung ballad!

Beneath the blankets of the sky wide, was our Utopia!

Wearing the necklace of twinkling stars, the night's ostentation on the skies…

Drinking the springs of heaven, the beauty of nature ruled till horizons…

How can I express to you how euphoric the time swam…?

There were celestial hymns on her lips!

There were twinkles in her doe-like eyes!

How sweet were those conversations?

How calm were those long walks on the

Dew-wet carpets of tender Spain grass…

Sometimes, I guess the moons stepped down the streams,

To see her charm from the underwater!!!

Sometimes, I guess Helen of Troy too envied her beauty

Hiding behind the colonnade of pine-trees!

I realized how elegant the world of dreams… is!

Still, I wonder how I won her???

As the intoxications of dreams dreamt came down

Something awkward, something painful I found!

The dreams filled eyes were actually the tears filled eyes!

My blushful ode was actually my painful elegy!

She had never been mine and had now walked away

Far… Very Far… Very Very Far from me…

My wandering heart is now alone, alone… with none to caress!

Neither there’s any wishes remaining nor any desires burning!

And there’s no hope anymore!

And now my days remaining are and my nights upcoming are…

Either to wipe out tears, tears, or to console the bleeding heart!

And to smile at the passersby!

Woeful wails are to bleed alone!

As now I am all alone…

Now I am all alone…

I am all alone…

All alone

Alone

Lone

One

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