festive mournings

wishes are remorseful,

not this time, that time

all the time

like clouds without rain, hearts in pain like  a candle unburned

such is the color they create on silent canvass;

make me fall and raise me high

steeps and those heights look alike

shape me in form or deform me in pieces many,

i care not, i care nomore

these r the festive mournings, joy eternal,

pain constant, yearnings unheard....

sky in mid of night decorate its hearts with stars uncountable,

i look nomore on straight paths,night is getting heavy day by day

like my sheepish smile, it is quiet,

confined in cold room of mine,

heavy ,panting, un- ending;

for its a festive mourning,

and celeberation would be made in my sleeps even!!

hiramalik