I’ll not let the raven clouds shroud the
pitch darkness of my heart.
I’ll will not give in to the mighty rains to
wash away the salinity of my tears.
Few whispers of amorous love might never
mend my broken heart,
My tears won’t evaporate to the lofty cycles
of the Earths and Sun.
For I’ll not part with my share of pains in
pursuit of temporary gains.
An autumn leaf
you slowly withered
away….
Carried on the chariot
of the cruel winds,
the pigment of life
eventually faded.
Stretched on the pyre
of sandalwood clouds,
you looked peaceful!
Wish could keep a
you a leaf, in a glass jar,
a souvenir forever.
With my hands clasped
in yours, we will
laugh together at
the frivolities of
this world.
RIP my beautiful
Man! RIP!
Trudging on untrodden paths
in quest of mythical cities and
ancient tombs, leaving behind
familiar wounds and some questions
all under the gaze of azure Skies.
The day we become a history,
the sepia air dampened the lush
green memories,the hollow houses
stood empty while the gleeful
ghosts of the past occupied shallow
graves, that lazy brook saw it all
with her tearful eyes, the azure skies didn’t
budge from their stands while the
ancient trees remained testimonials
of the day we become a history.
Dark clouds hovered,
the sapphirish Sun
came crashing down
in my emaciated lap.
Bushfires of prophetic
visions of dog licking
maggots spread on the
thin perforated roof.
The ancient ritualistic
fires had to be ignited
but it had already
begun, engulfing the
peripherals of the brain.
I went down with the
sapphirish Sun, It
was an absolute
eclipse.
Yes life hurls stones and pebbles
fate bombards proxies, follies
phonies but hold on….
I am a sucker for one more!
I devour failure like a hungry
homeless for I’ve nothing to eat
so I gulp every failure down my
parched throat till the-bitter liquid
of failure syncs-with the juices in
my emaciated stomach…
Oh! It churns, it widens but I ask
for more, I ask for more! I am a
sucker for all the losings humans
are capable of! I tasted sweet
success this morning when I took
that hard stone on my heart,
laughed at one more lie, swallowed
one more bitter pill, devoured
one more failure down my throat!
I am a sucker!
In the darkest pits
of soul lingers a
little flame kept alive by
the rays of purity.
A perpetual fire,
illuminating the grim
core, burning the
edges of stale
misfortunes…..
A lone flame standing
its ground against
cruel winds of fate…..
Assuring that heaven
is right there with-in us,
surrounded by our own hells,
and in the end resurrection
will take place out of the
ashes of that tiny
inferno….
While you were searching
my whereabouts,I was standing
next to an oak tree…
when all the leaves came out
of deep slumber and the wintery
dusk descended, it was about
time for me to lurk beneath
those ancient roots and search
in raven labyrinths, the meaning
of icy darkness that possesses
you and me and hibernate with
-in them till eternity…
Am I nostalgic?
For the sinful youthful
gone by, the momentary
bubbles of champagne
burs-ted vanished into thin
airs.
Am I nostalgic?
Of the elusive lovers
lost in the abysses of spiral
times.
Am I nostalgic?
Of the silent tears and
melancholia heart
of my youth!
Am I nostalgic?
Of my fleeting vanity
and the pride sunken deep in
rustic old mud
Swathed in the warmth of your skin
in awe of deep amorous breaths,
slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats
provoking gentle ripples in me.
Without a hope for redemption
under the ardent urgency
surrendered and taken away to
the prisons of your venereal mockings
to be arrested under your
love-spell!
