Random Feelings - II

Listening to the carols
am think, all done
seeing setting sun
make me feel numb
how old is my heart,
and how old is my love,
only its little feel
make my feet go jittery 'dove'


'mourning all night in the shadow of pain
waiting the whole path, the infamous redemption rain,
my words get bitter and bitter,
every time i make them in ink stain
still i am contempt with the love of no gain.'


'that blush with sigh
warm breath on my collar nigh
makes me feel,
as simple as on, the booze high'


'this happened in long past
i throw your memoirs, aghast,
but still that rendezvous old
make me feel silent and cold,
cold went my blood and heart
cold went my vein
with all mighty blow of fate
cold went my 'love-lane''