Prelude, Kiss of Sobriety, 2007, A Tale of Elders, Queen of Hills, Remnants of Forged Fire, Youth

By Italia Lalruatsanga

Prelude

Thought,I had you in thy hands;

never Was I so wrong.

Sweet and sorrow I received from thee,

was yet a pleasure unto unyielding heart.

To and fro to the boundaries we have conquered,

and yet the chasm seems to deepen;

far and wide the feelings deepen,

yet demoralized by thy love.

To strengthen thy bonds to everlasting love,

Yet to be crushed by false promises.

All ye, what I understand'eth a'bout love;

I Pray to thee, give me but true love,

the one, my heart honest to her.

Kiss of sobriety

'Where is my Baby';

a chorus to which my heart resound's

under the beautiful Mt Japfu.

memoirs of thee adamant.

Love is not a lie,

which thee had given unto me.

thy hadn't forsaken,

the gift you have bestowed upon me.

Sorrow and distress thy have done,

life is nothing but hollow.

Rejuvenate me from this ashes,

A kiss from thy true love.

2007

The splatter of rain under tiny tin roofs,

the music of sweet romantic music on repeat,

the smell of your perfume on high alert,

Reciprocating my love for you on thin air.

Sealed a kiss for thy first;

blissful are those memories.

To be cherished and not forgotten,

etched to the core of dual hearts.

Yet, a line of severance,

extent of a temper must grow.

To be aligned once again in the future we not know,

to realize a soul made for one another.

A tale of Elders

A fable of the ancients,

yet, not too far from the modern.

A precise love to one,

born a legacy of uncertainty.

A history of blessed offspring's,

yet, a tale of sad endings.

A history of unwavering love,

born a memories of undying bond.

A mystery of heaven and beyond,

Brings closer the whisper of Yours' Grace.

To leave behind the leaves I have shed.

Torments thy heart though none regret.

Queen of Hills

Soaring to the heavens I have thought,

a mesmerizing sight I adore;

To the thicket of memories lay a Gold.

A memory of one I hold precious.

Onward to the Queen of the Hills,

Forward, my heart gave to thee,

touch of kindness you convey.

Warmth and softness you gave unto me.

A spill of love in Darjeeling,

Gave way to a wonderful feeling.

Though regret thy heart hath to part ways,

lest will I forget those cherished memories.

Remnants of a Forged Fire

Audacious I might seem to be

tenacity never let me go,

Precious I feel you thee

stupidity makes me clumsy.

Heaven sent me a beauty,

so refined makes me unworthy.

A darkened heart in me is what i see,

make'th me pure as I used to be.

Untainted heart you possess,

A touch of art and finesse.

A future beyond comprehension

Desires of unparalleled imagination.

Youth of Fire

You came, I saw, I loved.

Unparalleled beauty beyond imaginations:

Stole a heart of many men,

Undo the strings you've tied unto me.

Tight knot your hands hold unto mine;

The night I won't forget,

my songs always on repeat:

smile, yours beautiful dimple's on rewind.

Six strings, I've played that night,

singing Desperado, Eagles until I die;

stuttered your heart, sparkles in your eyes:

Love is in the air, suffocate me in thee desires.

Old as I seem to be, young is the heart.

Brittle as you be, yet heart is made of Gold:

A thousand years I might wait,

I'd die a thousand times, only to see your heart

blush to mine as I'd do the same unto you.

By Italia Lalruatsanga