All is lost forever br The light has faded from the brink of the horizon br The season of dreams has ended once and for all br There will be no more festivals in my life br I can never rewind my days but should I not love again br Fate has sealed all odds forever, br No drama will be replete with more emotion br Is the poetry about lost love over now br Will I never be loved in life br Does love cease when fulfilled br Can a poet revel in the aptness of only his verse br At least my love was genuine br M poem is a page in the open book of life br Accept these lines as a homage, my love br I cannot reach you through any other medium br Let my unfulfilled love remain, as the wine of my memories, br Look into the eyes of this bard O world br It burns with the fire of hope br Brood in the span of a 100 years br She still will be a distant dream, br Gone are those days when she used to reply br There is no more tear or laughter in life br Shed this burden of love O heart br And bind yourself to a divine tryst br But do you feel that I will be dazed, under the spell you cast till death, br My morning is now fresh as a dewdropp br Which glistens with the vision of many a sleepless hour br Making life a festival in an orb of dreams br This fête is fleeting as the dropp breaks br To shrink and vanish from the world of life, br Until a new rainbow emerges in a second orb br My sleepless hours will keep gathering memories br For such dreams I see in my morning hour.