Paradise

Sacred

With a pint of happiness,
Unbiased laughter
And a piece of moon in hand.
Call it a house or paradise,
From the scraps, let’s create our dreamland.

While arranging the scattered routes in your eyes,
I found my home.
I owe you, a share of my every morsel,
And rights on my living,
My nights or while sun sprinkles its rays on skies.

In a motion as slow as snail,
I can hear the footsteps arriving.
Latch the doors and take out the piano.
It’s time to create some jingles and mesmerizing melodies,
For the life standing at the door, absolute blissful and thriving.

Rain shall be the curtains,
Branches will replace the fan.
With no walls around, windows shall still open wide.
No turmoil, no arguments at all
Only happiness shall sustain in the life that just began.

The construction requires only love,
No bricks, cement, or bundle of money.
Half shall embody you and half a replica of me.
Though the route is tough
The destination endorses harmony.

In search of laughter
That enlightens the edge of your pacifying face.
With every minute spent with you
My face found the curve, arriving
Which my memories had forgotten to trace.

With your sacred lessons
You have molded a clay into a piece of art,
Today, I stand on my feet tall and erect.
I promise to stay by your side,
As now, you have become the heartbeat of my heart.