By Ayushi Vats:
Lets not wonder anymore…
The more I suffer the more I score…
Lets wait for the sun to shine…
And let the pleasure of pain be mine…
As it shines in the morn,
The darkness..the gloom seems gone,
But here I rest as the untamed shadow
I beseech, Lets clear the cobwebs. Let the panorama grow.
Let everythin’ b at peace,
let me get outta my selfish feelin’
lets not get baffled nymre,
lets forget what the darkness says,
and let me stand on the thorny ways…
the more I suffer the more I shine,
and let the pleasure of pain be mine…
I shall bestow upon thou the pleasure of pain
In a dither, to surmise what outta this thou gain
The brightness of the sun is more solicited than the spread dim
I wonder.. how the bereaved(thou) sustains. No more pain shall I inflict on him.
Repression shall not hail any more. It now seeks a halt…
Should thou plead liasioning. Then apprise me. Be there no fault.
Come.approach.urge for me.
I shall be there. Waiting in glee.
What shall I do with all the days and hours that must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers between this time n that sweet time of grace…
The bridge. The distance that has been drafted
Has been drafted for a cause.
Engaging , with no peace. We sought a pause
Distance makes the heart grow fonder
Plead for me. No new execution requisite. Thou shall not ponder
I shall be present in your existence,
Thou shall then breathe.survive.sustain. alive shall be the sense
Betwixt thou and me. Rests a veil. I shall reveal me to thou
Togetherness.communion shall then persist. The bridge shall then bow.
Towards thou have I advanced.
At The vista have I glanced.
I am proceeding. So shall thou.
We be accomplices no more a foe.
Then all I can sustain to wish is;
may the boulevard rise up to meet you…
May the wind be ever at your back,
may the sun shine warm upon thy face…
And the rain fall softly on thy place and.
Until we meet again, may God hold you in hollow of his hand…