Song of Wounded NightingaleII!
Song of Wounded NightingaleII!2 mins 53 2 mins 53
I am all alone…
Now I am all alone…
As now I am all alone…
Roaming like a madman, on the deserted lanes!
Those lanes where my obsessed dream fumbled;
Those lanes where my repressed heart crumpled;
Those lanes where my depressed soul tumbled;
As a Vagabond, now rambling here and there…
With no pole star to guide my wandering bark!
Loads of haunting memories of days past strewn everywhere,
Haunting memories engulfed with those false promises,
We made to each other:
Of living and dying together for the births seven!
Pierced the heart as the arrow, shattering it ruthlessly
As the ochre sunlight on the fall of dusk skies!
The twinkle of eyes, once smouldered with embers of desires,
Are now drenched in tears of blood; as red as the evening lamps!
Saffron waves of nightfall as unfurled on the wide skies,
The curtains of dusk got reflected on the Bird-like-Eyes!!
Night of Dreams swapped its night with the Night of Streams,
As the streams and streams of tears rustled down the weird eyes!
The silky nights when once the silvery light of moon played the violin,
Wounded breezes of time silenced all the chimes of Moon’s Anklets!
Swoosh, swoosh- The winds of time blew restlessly…
Flutter, flutter- The vagaries of life flew ruthlessly…
Stony walls of alleyway bestrewn with sagas of ecstasy of meeting,
Was evident of showering drizzles from the clouds of love!!!
Was evident of blooming spring in the garden of our hearts!!
Now, the alleyway is crooning the elegies of those blushful moments.
In the darkness of solitude! On the hardness of verisimilitude!
Weeping, weeping all alone…! Bleeding, bleeding all alone…!
Was the only work- a trance wounded nightingale could do!
When it’s felt as if someone called, I turned back and saw,
The one whom I had ogled, the one whom I had admired…
The one whom I had longed, the one whom I had desired…
My elegant destination- was standing right behind me!
Little frightened, little hesitant…
With longing desires in her thirsty eyes,
With pounding beats, she dreadfully asked,
“Lest you’re angry with me”
The soothing melody filled the seasons!
The smoothing music got the reasons!
Once again aromatic breeze blew in spring of my life!
Once again romantic days ruled the wings of time!
“Still I wonder how I won her”
My mauled days healed by that cherubic smile…
Jaunting down the memory lane,
Meeting the dreamy blonde again was:
As if there was the monsoon of perfumes…!
As if there was the whirlwind of colours…!
As if there was the breeze of intoxications…!
In my musical world of dreams!
Such was the love-story of we two!
The love story of we two!
Love story of we two!
Story of we two!