Beloveds Oceans Apart

Regardless of it that,
we're oceans apart.
Trust me, my ducky,
across the continents,
and along the boundaries,
even today, the same wind blows.
No matter that...
we're oceans apart,
In mine and yours, heart
the same love glows..!

- Cron

Ek Pal Muskurahat Ka

Ek pal muskarahat ke bina,
lagta hai jaise
ek madhushala bin paimano ki khanak ke,
ek mandir bin aastha ki awaaz ke,
ek saagar bin laharon ke unmaad ke,
aur ek jeevan chalti saanso ke ehsaas ke.

Hawayen tarasti hain,
ki kab teri saanso ki khushboo
unke nas nas ko sarabor kar de,
ki kab teri khilkhilahat,
fizaaon mein sangeet bhar de.
ki tere gaalon ke bhanwar kab,
hawaon ke bawandar ban jayen,
aur tere is deewane ke hosh,
apne saath udaa le jaayen.

Teri rukti muskurahat se,
meri raaton ke sitaare,
chamak kho rahe hain,
aur mera chand gumshuda hai.
tumhi bata do mujhe ki kaise,
kaise main is jeevan ko jee loon jab,
yeh mere yeh nagme,
tere sur ki sangat kho rahe hain.

lauta do woh pal,
woh pal sitaron ki timtim ka
aur gumshuda chaand ki ek jhalak ka.
woh pal mere nagmo ki gunjan ka,
aur woh pal fizaaon mein bikhri khushboo ka.
Lauta do is deewane ke hosh udatee hawayen,
Lauta do, sirf...
Woh ek pal muskurahat ka.

- Cron

Undefined..intensity of love

Aah..they talk about intensity of love,
I say, undefined.
They think, undefined usually means, infinity.
..I'm afraid, it's not.

Love..well, a Fashion!

Archaic tales of love and passion,
do they serve now?
Well.. Love is a fashion!
Changes as the cloths they wear,
Breaks as the papers they tear,
Indifferent Individuals,
No trickling drops of tear.

Thinking aloud philosophers die,
Poets and writers left to cry,
Lunar comparisons, and glowing flames,
Forgotten Individuals,
To think of such names.

Sharing nights and heat is the passion,
gifting and flirting; yet another fashion.
Trouble to so-called classic lovers,
Finding the places in fictions' covers,
Orthodox individuals, being laughed at,
For crying to fill those salty rivers.

-Cron

Life that you abolished!!

The blossoming love
and blooming nights
and two unturned,
natural lives.
splurging, panting,
knealing emotions,
no moments resting,
movements and motions.
earthy souls heavenly feelings,
feelings treading over the truth,
taking in stride
the far-fetched reality,
and no projections of
their own brutality.

Heat and passion eventually grown,
but to care what love has sown.
The sown piece of blood and man,
the life sown with youth and tan,
screams aloud with clogging throat,
"don't decease me, I'm your son."
falters accepting that his own life,
coming to earth on edge of knife.

Red-sprayed air, shredding noise,
dried tears and unheard voice;
Voices that are made to mumble
THE mother's dreams made to crumble,
fragging apart heart's pieces,
and burnt are dreams' jungle,
leaving the man with the only whim,
no love, compassion,jus' commit the sin.
The sin of life that you laid out,
roasted the seed with no sprout.
How on earth the mercy doesn't cry,
and why the tears so early dry?

-Cron

A corpse sobs..

The damp memories of survival,
on earth ..
beneath my current home,
beneath this sky of death,
I miss every pleasantry,
and I miss each tragedy.
I miss heartbreaks and
sufferings from poverty.
Amiss are all smiles
seen across faces,
amiss are all showers
and tarrying tears' traces.
Every garden, every farm,
handshakes and hugs,
everything was welcoming warm.

But I no longer miss
the reason why,
I was left,
to choose to die.
No matter what the reason,
what matters is my decision,
Now I feel in all my senses,
I left every tear to dry,
and I ran after my dreams
chased them until end of world,
chased them until end of life.
Now that I'd been in coffin,
and have my experiences recalling,
,of gods, and, of devils,
of fairies, and of angels,
inhabiting hell and beautiful heavens,
enjoying lushes and heavenly maidens.

However,I still resent my wits
that flashed up to my decision.
Why in hell couldn't I see,
Why I lacked my proclaimed vision?

Now, I sob on top of my voice,
but fail to touch my loved ones' hearts.
Which was my dream left untrue.
For the reason I ended life,
leaving alive no earthy residue.

-Cron

My Love For You...

My love for you..., maybe,

..am not well at expression,
or just worried of reaction.
But your love signs are carved,
at my heart's every section.

Written are the things that are finite,
your love guides me as a ray of light.
How can I express with my naivety,
how this mighty sun is bright?

Every that moment of thought you steal,
I live trances, I live crazy.
Everything apart from your love,
seems to me vividly hazy.

Come to me as a delectable surprise
and be my love's infant sunrise.
A sunrise that will last forever...
as my sight in my loving eyes.

Describing love, don't know why,
dreamers dream and lovers cry,
and sculptors model their artifacts,
As rivers meet their darling ocean,
their waves bubble and ocean reacts.
Reacts exposing his sky-wide heart.
meeting horizon spelling an art.
An art of love and rivers' devotions,
An art of flooding and rippling emotions.

The charm of you pounces on my heart,
and warmth of your lips meets my lips,
and rise of your curves touches my ribs,
Sensuous moments bringing up delight,
thanks my love, for making my ways bright.

- Cron