Several corpses lying beside its bed,
were found by an angel in love,
now if to the past we went,
so in deep devotion,
and thoughts of worship,
did this angel lie along,
in wait for its beloved,
it went ran strange
and often quite
worthless errands,
jumping in horses
in happiness,
or tearing her clothes
to the river in joy,
and offering a dance,
so much so,
she was in love-
And thus, came along,
the corpse,
frightened her to the core,
awoke her from her hope,
and took her to dread,
reminding her of her lover,
at every instance that the memory sought,
to perish, and **** off every thought,
the dread remained, and along came
another, as she moved on,
another dead glimpse of a devil she knew,
who could that be?
could it be the truth?
or just a trickery?
Asked she,
as forced by nature,
and religion,
her love didn't make sense anymore,
to herself whatsoever,
she loved a man,
but had to question herself,
a thousand times before,
for the same reasons that would
condemn her existence
and air,
waiting, and more,
she needed him to collapse the struggle,
as she knew,
and now a meandering presence,
those memories of the corpse-
Now to the past,
the ones that hurt,
before the corpses lay,
the ones that let them come near
her and enjoy her presence,
as once,
she was mocked,
and put to display,
and once again,
she questioned,
herself,
and was questioned again,
her stay, a gift,
and her title as an angel,
a submission
to their conditions,
and then,
a man let her stay,
simply as quietly,
as she would,
she thought she found someone,
but he lived down there in hell,
As thus the corpses followed,
and wrecked her stay.
Her desires of humans,
and of passions to joy
and love,
all wrecked by the memories
that never occurred,
how would that look,
if she were to
question her man and her love,
and her life, and to consider death,
a better human being,
than heaven itself,
still living,
as an attempt,
and thus,
she had to wait,
without him;
or did he?
The folk would wonder,
if ever in true love,
was ever she,
but the truths she knew,
and the comfort
she had gained
was a testament
to his beauty,
and the living proof,
of her failure,
lied along their happiness,
a past she tried to forget,
and move on to hell,
with love,
such was the unfulfilled thirst,
but more intense,
were the questions,
that her love now couldn't answer,
the same ones it once could,
shattered by the terror of
the glimpses that had occurred,
a trust between the devil that
was established,
and her lies that were burdened,
the memories haunted her,
her life so far,
and the past was a treason,
as much the truth,
her present love her religion,
and then one day,
a visual came and went along,
as it was all ruined,
by those corpses in heaven.
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:03 AM UTC
In no land of his own,
and acting the way i would,
if I had to dance,
out of compulsion
and prayer,
but never out of passion,
cause i can't,
yet clearly now,
have i gone insane to perform the deed,
or none else can my mind revel upon,
dead is the being, and so,
alive till the body dies,
is my love,
what i did love once,
now needs so proof,
as I am here, once again,
all alone,
wondering what of it all,
if i could never make past,
this land, that is none like my own,
and if then i ever landed onto
the blessed place i dream of,
once, and again,
touched by her footsteps,
I'll know, my life has too been
accomplished,
as now at last,
I've gotten a glimpse of my beloved,
yet so far, only in essence,
and where's the rhyme of this poisonous song of life?
And i could say, it needs none,
as for the rest, I'd hope the ink has already been used,
as I'd hope too, much like the hive,
the folks and friends are together,
and yet, i am here,
in no land of my own.
As I look past the roads,
and crowds of people,
and my inner thoughts that whisper,
to try and take hold,
or once in a while,
as I'd remember to wish to
witness those mountain folds,
and in chance i forget the one,
those eyes meant to sit beside mine,
I'll know what I've learned,
and Like a prayer,
I'll remember her,
in my phrases of life,
and then again,
pray, as she'll help me
win these fights,
and along then,
As like a prayer,
I hope the air travels,
and whispers in the
message,
that by any chance,
I might've failed to deliver,
as for now,
affected and outrun,
I stand, alone,
a wish outside a river,
or a pool of green water,
scented like the 4'o clock flower.
And all this,
may help me remember you,
and like a prayer,
I've retained our shared breath,
as you'll burn
the corpse,
and let the incense flow
up to mine,
and you'll know the lies,
as then, and now again,
you know,
you've succeeded in love,
and whether hurt,
or in comfort,
I've remembered you,
like a prayer.
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC
A life i had once envisioned,
of loneliness,
and stares,
and a head staring down at the earth,
in sadness and despair,
all for the repair,
was a hope,
and a dream,
that a single day,
my life would be fulfilled,
I drew a map,
and planned a route,
towards this long journey,
and towards an even heavier,
and brutal destination,
more so the thought than
the life imagined itself,
and what a taste that is,
so futile our minds are,
and so egregious our thoughts are,
often compared to the simplistic life
we lead, and the wondrous,
and often beautiful acts we commit,
and so thus, empty and invisible
at times to the world,
but vivacious and joyful,
they seem to the souls that depart,
by the virtue of our choices,
whether of love, or care,
or help, or wonder,
and unconditional affection towards one.
Heavier these thoughts indeed were then,
directing a compass for the hollow and
empty life that i may have lead at behest,
as worse and mundane are our lives,
often compared to our imaginations,
and then one day,
a light in red, shined.
In Pain, and in joy,
all when i thought of this shine,
was of its light, and it only,
I swear,
in pain and in joy,
the only act a simple glimpse
of this immaculate beauty
could commit upon me,
was the act of a smile,
an act of joy,
and in the cause of pain,
and suffering,
as my thoughts were,
even then,
all i could think of,
and be reminded of,
was her grace,
a woman,
this was indeed, as i had found out,
that life was not all i desired it to be,
perhaps my destiny.
And from the day, all the realizations,
and the reckonings the soul has had,
leading up to my fate,
is perhaps the fact,
that God itself looked down upon,
this kindred and yet so dull and
meaningless of a soul,
and thought to empower and
complete its life,
by coming down itself,
and yet,
it didn't meet me,
by the right time.
But a chance indeed,
and nothing else this is truly,
a chance at permanence,
and a life of light,
going through these foreign obstacles
in my head, as required it must be,
to not fumble this life,
and form the ground with another tear
of regret in my life,
to be freed of the dark shadows and
the meaningless and
shallow and imaginary,
and unrealistic,
whether dreams of fruition,
or indeed just a false dream,
indeed the latter,
or as now, forgive me,
my father, and my destined creator,
cause i do not seek to know,
or wish to find out,
at all, about this road not taken.
I have gladly accepted what i had,
what i have, and now simply
have no further desires or
wicked imaginations,
of what i will have as i must not either,
to live in a dream,
you must accept the reality as is,
and now,
as this light in red shines bright,
better than a dream,
and oh so wild,
such, this reality survives.
And now, for all i know,
is at last, I am happy,
and have been granted a guide to life,
and this beautiful chance to survive,
so i thank god,
for having come down to earth,
and be in love,
with the non believer,
in pain or joy,
must my thoughts reside,
but from that moment,
that i saw and encountered you,
have only my actions
and choices sufficed,
so from this moment,
I say again,
must my thoughts reside,
but let only my actions
and choices suffice,
and let, in this life of mine,
of all and the many
that i may or may not have,
as in afterlife,
let my love survive.
And let this life of mine,
be an act of love,
with this light that as i hope,
may forever shine.
As all that is yours, is now all mine,
In Pain and Joy.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 8:06 PM UTC
A train passed by,
weeks later,
rain followed the dust,
caused through by the saints' rust,
now present after a
long time,
he looked for words to
make the wrong ones rhyme,
and like that,
we saw the copper shine,
some men onboard,
some on the decline,
the one in white said
“to retrace the tracks,
one must cover the facts,
the shoe stay hid inside
the muddy rack”,
the way to say the truth or not,
declined…,
huts set up for a few,
and some on the terrace
rejoiced, the women
could stay unclothed
and all alone,
to laugh at the sublime,
only they were the ones or so,
the others worked like the men,
oft failing to satisfy
the rain,
as their tears dropped in vain,
and never dreaming for a life
they'd call pain, or
full of shame,
for the rocks under their
feet, they'd still mock and
reject the loyalty;
for the women, they laughed,
as the queens of royalty,
their piece of mockery,
and so they were,
as the men enjoyed the
turmoil, below the road,
they stayed glad,
never yet mad or at the back,
cheering without gain,
a prize for the fame,
unclothed in shame or
happiness in rain.
An Afterthought(A question)-
"When I went close to him,
and pledged him my life,
The King and lord of ours”,
such was the sight that he
did sought, imprisoned by
the cage for hours,
a war that he seemed
to have once fought;
“Like the undying shower of
rain in the kingdom,
was that 'the majesty's claim' of wisdom”.
The answer-
“And for once,
I can thank god,
for that everyone who knows me,
can for once-a-lifetime say
they do owe me, for I allowed
this blood of all my friends
to flow through my veins and not
my hearts and hands, maybe."
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
A day or more,
a boy or girl, as it arrives,
it has no clue what it is,
it's told by the world,
despite the truths,
as it sees all of it,
whether grass,
or paintings,
or world buildings,
and world businesses,
and lives, and other beings,
like him, it survives,
finds people,
loves them in different ways,
unlike how it's characterized,
it then forms a bond with one or two,
memorable, but not strong enough
to be felt and required,
with some a friendship,
that seems it could last perhaps,
lust and gaze, and eyes matched,
an obsession, a few lies,
and bones thrashed,
something it'd call love,
promises, that would haunt him later on,
or like words, that won't forget to come back-
And then again, an attraction felt,
it's grown or so it thinks,
and he feels life as it sees,
yet confused, now he knows,
what attraction is,
infatuation of beings,
kinship or romance,
all that, before he could know,
or question,
the bowl breaks down into pieces again-
But as it thinks, it lets it stay,
what the brain remembers,
is what it once said and felt,
and asked it to remember,
it feels something yet,
but it can let go,
for this thing is at peace,
with his beliefs and flawed
choices, even if that was to be-
And at last, across seas and oceans,
it finds somewhat of a peace,
a group of shells and beings like
the life and lives he imagines one
must lead, and once again,
finally something to admire
for not the way it shines or
appears, but simply its words
and works of desire-
he catches this being by heart,
now able to distinguish between
things he never had,
a secure attachment,
all his past lives come to
delight with the shame
of their lives, but now,
in equal pride.
What he feels with her,
is more than love,
as he sees a being,
and he can't help but
question every time-
what is this that's happening
my parts, a force, a pull,
as it gravitates towards
her, not just in attraction
of beauty, or love,
and life, but what he sees,
in her, he desires to see in
himself and more,
what he feels in her,
is what he feels for himself,
now found his true being,
not yet, no,
but indeed mustered up
the courage to find
and discover it all,
and question his life
once again,
a secure attachment,
a peace of life,
a feel of love,
not like the sisters and brothers
and kin-members of the past,
a desire of exclusivity,
and thoughts shared,
and all that,
as it feels a desire
in her, as to be his,
and a thought occurs,
of oneness,
and romance,
and at last,
he knows this,
as so does she, as-
Love.
A Welcome to Life.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:48 AM UTC
Alone,
like This Empty Northern Hemisphere-
As I was, as I am,
as i once won't be,
so right now,
as I am alone,
but never lonely,
like I used to be,
without you,
and now, simply at peace,
but gracefully sad,
and sometimes,
at tears in my mind,
alone as I stand,
for you're all I need,
happy or sad,
as this is once again,
like every day,
the love i feel,
without you,
I was lonely,
though, I am not,
that i know,
as I have you right beside me,
even if alone, as I am,
I know, this forever won't be.
A wretched soul that one would be,
who deprives me of this feeling i have right now,
only to land me among a sea of people I don't want
around me, I would be lonely again without you,
cause truly all I need and want for this life,
is You.
I am alone, and lonely perhaps for this second,
but never without you,
as I'd admit,
what i know,
oh, I am a wreck when I am without you,
I don't want to study a book, or read,
or write, or watch a film, or listen to a song,
if not without you as long;
All I want in this life, for one moment,
and this entire life,
is to look into your eyes,
and be lost into this gaze forever,
fixated upon your lotus like lips,
be tangled in your hair,
watch your entire life,
silently, like the ant in your house,
and if i could find a way-
but to never speak, and just
listen to your thoughts,
and have an infinite amount of looks
at your perfect face,
and your beautiful expressions,
and stare, and listen to you talk,
cause indeed that's all I want,
to be yours.
Here now, I must stay alone,
and do the deeds I must not,
for I hope, someday,
it'll lead me, to what I want,
as only, ever to be yours.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:18 AM UTC
In Love. To One.
How I may do?
In my life, and all I see,
is I see you, I indeed do,
as I once told you,
I feel like a dishonest crook,
if I don't say these things, than if I do,
so today, unaware how true it still stands, I wanna say-
I want to lie by your side,
as you might by mine,
as words could never be a reflection of your mind,
and thus your soul,
neither could one's naked body,
lay by me then, and let me,
I feel nothing under my arms and hands as of now,
and I can't imagine the difference,
so I help myself,
to stay as such,
till the day you are here,
Someday along,
recite a poem or two,
let me hear the symphony someday,
as you do,
but now let me unburden you,
you have a world of your own,
and thus mine,
bound to fall short,
as we both are,
bound to falling in love.
Let me take you across,
a lake perhaps,
and then stroll by the forests,
and the woods,
and then,
if you get your feet hurt,
and could not walk,
I'd want to carry you on,
lift you up, by your arms,
and entire body,
and look at your eyes,
as I take you across this world of ours,
and if you ever have the chance,
do the same,
and let me praise our God,
our very own,
in our own land of the free,
and of the ones fallen in love;
then appropriately,
introduce to me, the family tree,
Our family tree,
where I might catch upon a leaf,
and you may leave it there,
for as I know,
you'll remember,
why must it stay,
like we must,
Happy together.
As thus I know, we'll meet again,
as you'll watch me sleep,
look away then, as I'll kiss your feet.
And then, we'll meet again,
in this life of ours,
forever,
Happy Together.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
I wonder if we'll ever meet,
The days seem to pass,
as you grow deeper into my heart,
my eyes see just your shade along,
Whether anywhere I go,
whether any person I come across,
whether in land or snow,
I've never seen the snow,
but I've seen the clouds,
the blue and black skies,
the sun setting behind,
the moon, the dark clouds,
and in all of them, I see you,
I listen to songs about finding god,
and it all seems so meaningless,
for I have found all I need,
and got what I want, with you.
I never lie,
but when I may not say the truth,
perhaps cause I know they won't understand,
but do trust me,
as I'd rather never tell the truth,
than to lie to you, and if I ever did,
so worthless and meaningless it'd seem,
as you can trust me,
it'd never stay unseen,
And for that I seek forgiveness in advance,
and for breaking your heart,
I am a lousy fellow in matters of such,
and being a burden to people I love,
as it turns out,
or just a burden in my head that ever says so...
Indeed, not a part of me can
ever from you stay unseen,
as surely I don't ever want to-
For I love you,
and I feel so much,
yet as the distance stands and blocks my path,
my failures lead to my vision blurred,
and a hope that says to me,
this haplessness and wretched passage of time,
may only give more rise to our love,
I wonder if we'll ever meet,
and if we did-
I wonder if we'll ever meet again,
as I feel in you, what I feel for myself,
and more, in you,
I seek solace, and prison,
wounds and healing,
cause all of it,
if from you it did, is a treasure,
and yet again,
I wonder if we'll ever meet again,
for if we did,
would the gods really ever be pleased,
have I done enough?
So now, would they grant me a last lease?
A love like yours,
makes me tremble and shake out of joy,
your beauty in words,
and as you appear like something unreal,
is that a dream,
or you do indeed exist,
if this is all a dream,
may it never end,
and if it does,
may it be with my death.
I long for your touch,
as I cry to hold your arms,
and be held by you,
in your parents bed, how is it?
That now, I have it all, as life made it all so sour,
but I do have it all, with you, indeed I do-
Should I cry?
Or make another attempt to die,
at peace, and never to harm,
come along, my darling, my mate,
let me kiss your soul,
let me hear your heart,
let me touch your hands,
let me touch you across the ocean fleet,
while you float and sink in so deep,
let me feel.
I wonder if we'll ever meet.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 5:20 AM UTC
I want to be there,
against your shadow,
kissing your neck,
smelling the scent,
the one of life,
and that of love
embedded in you,
fall and get tangled under
the strands of your hair;
sometimes perhaps,
the sharp cuts of your silence,
would be then felt,
and be known,
when the distance has collapsed,
all that I dream of,
all that I want to dream of,
is- You.
How fulfilling the feeling is,
to love you,
to hear your sounds,
and be glad,
and revel in the promises I make,
to look through in your eyes,
and never look away,
such intoxicating is this
movement of love,
which i desire to never be a lie,
and if so,
as like a dream,
may no sound bring me back,
I am where I stand,
at peace,
and far away from the land.
A life to love, and
a life to live,
as i always wondered,
how could one ever
do either,
without being crumpled
at the foot of the other.
But unlike my mind,
and the treacherous scars
it has laid down upon me
in the past,
and the ones I may have
upon others,
and unlike all those,
as it did-
and despite the impure cuts
of the lard,
and the forbidden and permanent marks
of the past,
stands my heart.
And yet, for some divine cause,
or by fate, it saw a light in someone,
and a light that never went out-
or so it does feel indeed,
these stories of a lifetime,
in such a short span,
did this universe,
so abruptly and beautifully
provide?
But it did though,
provide me the beautiful wisdom
to stand so far apart and yet know,
what all this is indeed.
I live a life right now,
but now, I can ask,
and decidedly answer,
with utmost sincerity,
and equal flavor that adds
to this wonder,
Who am I?
And the answer stands 8000 miles apart,
as I've yet to live a lot more,
and love a lot more,
and feel this light one day,
up close by sight, and sound,
and embrace its luminous presence,
that takes me out, even now,
but I now know,
as i truly have felt
and known to my heart,
that this light of peace
and love may-
indeed never go out.
No better love,
like that was,
of ours,
I am indebted to you,
in the most appreciative,
and loving way possible,
indeed, for life, I am.
now deeply satisfied with
what was, back again,
where we once were,
as in this feeling of love.
No better love,
like that is,
of ours,
let my words fumble
right now,
let me say these words, my friend;
I have a lot more to say, indeed,
and a lot more songs to write,
and those of yours to listen to,
so just know,
it'll all be right,
my love.
No better love,
like that will be,
of ours,
when we're done,
and so bereft of words,
yet full of love,
and then,
at last,
please never look away,
and I'll beg to let me stare,
and then,
I might say something stupid like-
let me love you tonight,
once again-
and till then,
let me come across to you,
albeit, only in your dreams,
alas, till then,
crucify me in your dreams.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC
A sailor sails across seas,
landing onto an island at dark,
one with no folk, dead or alive,
and not a thing of harm,
fully formed of sand,
as if the largest beach,
stranded was he,
As he walked and walked,
now, without his sailor clothes,
as to conform,
and yet,
all when asked by
the dead white rocks,
all he stood as,
was the man of seas,
or the sailor as he was proud to call,
and thus, after a long wait of desire,
travelling across this wasteland,
running with his feet sunk deep
into the sands.
He comes across a lighthouse,
a hospital,
and a nurse,
as her apparel suggested,
unlike her bearing,
and thus he stood,
bare-clothed,
as he was born,
but in his soul,
As he was always born,
and she too,
as one she never was;
and thus the two met,
A sailor and the nurse.
Thus, something followed,
a breath of life,
but not as harrowing as either's sight,
year after year,
the nurse took out his eyes,
and sent him back to the shore,
expecting him to come back,
as he always did,
finding a way back,
and then once again,
she gave him eyes,
and on one fine Saturday,
she gave him clothes,
and back his eyes,
the refusal was in contrast,
but much loved,
by the lady,
and as then,
she opened those doors
for the first time,
and let him in.
The man, now blind,
and unclothed,
unlike her sight,
must be wondered,
as rightfully the sailor did,
if this was a dream,
or someone he shall never see,
and then, they lay along,
as she pressed him on,
and fought back on,
against his back, and
right at the patient's bed.
They laughed, they cheered,
of joy, of laughter, and
screamed of tears,
what must that be,
whether by disgrace or fortune,
was there no one to decipher.
And thus, that was the nurse's final day,
at last, the man lay there, whether forever,
or just as the first choice of this
cycle of fear,
blinded and alone,
but always, or not anymore,
as what he once was,
but for now,
all that was left,
without the nurse,
was a Sailor and his past.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC