In the forlorn lanes of my heart\'s kingdom,
countless flowers bloom in their wisdom.
Where friends find a warm embrace,
and strangers rise to the friendship\'s grace.
When the mind dwells only on one face,
the heart grants her the highest place,
Where cuckoos sing and butterflies chase,
adding music and colours to the heart\'s space.
The air is laden with the mountain\'s scent,
intellect questions the mind’s bent.
Another person put on the throne?
mysteries of love, no one has known.
Thy presence alone inspires my heart
and adorns its kingdom from the day’s start.
Similar to the muse that inspires the poet,
to rise from slumber, to write a sonnet.
Rainbows, clouds and the winds convey
the painters paint and the musicians play,
Love aligns the thoughts so random,
advancing the art in God’s kingdom.
Selfish thoughts are a talk of the yore,
besides thy presence, I ask no more.
A joyous heart just wants to adore,
he wants to fly, he wants to soar.
Across the seas and mountains fold,
above clouds where dreams unfold.
In a distant land behind a castle’s moat,
the heart will always cast its vote.
White pigeons of the Soul’s realm soar,
when the restrained heart is unable to roar,
Even without a word or something to say,
love\'s subtle essence will find its way.