Fragments of Felix

Fragments of felix lights, unlit candle

Slowly burns the wax of tristitia 

Lighting the path of true fate and mantle

Forms memories of love like syncytia 

Skin of dolour melts by cherry blossom 

Blood is blown away by the darling air

Sky has the ornament of glint lovesome 

Moonlight over plants of peace is the heir

Rotten house inhales the moments of care

Purgatory becomes its ground to stand 

Demon of deject is scared by its glare

Now roots of maeror are nothing but damned 

It's in wisp but not lacking the heaven

And can pierce the fierce mountain of raven

Luctus

Why my tears aren't able to kill the woe?

Why my pith is sinking down in the dusk?

The time seems a slow friend and a harsh foe

With my inner weep, fake smile is the husk

Bubbles are too much heavy for me now

Creating holes in my heart if it bursts 

Blood marinates the eyes if love takes vow

And lips of despair satisfy its thirst 

The air can't perceive my eyes anymore 

Lightning is telling my tale in a flash 

But can't let ocean drown me near the shore

Coz duty is a dense word for mid class

I made the pain strong by feeding my thought 

I can fly with it or make it blind spot 

Rain worshipped her smiling face

Rain worshipped her smiling face with its grace

When her eyes gazed the path of monsoon cloud
My heart watched her with a thought of embrace 

And in happiness my soul wept aloud 

Two lovebirds sat down umbrella of leaves 

That moment of heartbeats were her and mine

Wind of silence whispered to coalesce 

My flame of feelings were screaming to shine

The sky of our fate slowly became dark

Pebbles between us grew and touched the stars 

Night sky became the warzone of my spark

Hailstones of sorrow left with many scars 

Her tears kissed the ground of melancholy 

When rain consoled her heart of dead valley 

Kiriti

Toil with keenness of edification 

Reverent to the wet buds of monsoon 

Pert to the leaf from incineration 

O eyes, what can you call it except boon?

Sometimes darkness becomes the heart of light

Wall of rim grows higher than probity 

Dust of happiness are trapped in twilight 

Rill of wrath sap the bridge iniquity 

When the sky plummets but kills the devil 

The last rime is melted by the hatred 

The all-faced one is the force of mettle 

And soul of the murk gets separated 

The sword stands due to blood and the unseen 

And the scabbard left with blithe and serene 

Aggrandizing peace

A phlegmatic heart

an obstinate valor

and heinous apart

like three-leaf clover 

Endeavouring to endure 

affliction to animosity 

overwhelm by obscure 

sagacious being sinuosity 

Accoutrement of commiseration 

staunch to condign

vexation of incineration 

nugatory to saccharine 

Equanimity is requisite 

abdication for felicity 

gallant to forfeit 

penchant for doughty 

The dilemma of Self

 "Okay tell me, who is an ego less person nowadays? I don't think so. We all have more or less, but we have." Melanie said in a soft voice as her love rolled down her eyes. "We don't know what there true nature is. We can't really know. Good or bad, we can't just judge anyone or everyone. When we hear bad about us or someone or something related to us then our feelings hurt. You and I, we came to this beach everyday so if anyone says anything bad about this beach then it will hurt me because I came here but it won't hurt if someone talks about some other beach. Same goes for everything related to us. Our family, home, land, village, country. It hurts because we are born in this family and country. Its always about us. It won't hurt if we hear bad about other family or country because we were not born there. Peoples will show fake sympathies and feelings but they don't care if its not about them or something related to them. I don't know if you are here or not, listening to me or not but, you are not wrong and I won't ever forget you, Makoto. I will come here everyday as usual, talk to you as usual, love you as usual whether you're here or not. You won't feel alone or lonely okay. I am here with you and I will always love you." 

Melanie, I am here and I am listening to you. I know you can't see or listen to me as I am dead but your kind heart is not letting me go. Your soul isn't letting me pass to the other side and I am really glad for that. I was burned here. Everyone said I am too egotistic because I always defend myself and my family even if I do something wrong by mistake or not. I heard some people they want me out of the village too. Now nothing is valuable for me except your feelings and my mistakes. I am here to listen to you, to see you or even if you remain silent, I will be here.