I am awake I think,
from this human sleep of mine.
But the bed I slept on
was cozy and soft,
such that, I plunged deep, into
the dungeons of slumber.
And here I lie,
on this wooden plank.
And two others,
one on either side,
blocking my view.
Thusly, this might not be real.
No, it’s not.
My eyes see blood
like the sun’s against them.
And my lids laden
with an unseen force,
or perhaps,
I’m scared to open them
wide, into the sun.
Now, that I’ve opened them,
the world appears lucid.
I see my family, elegantly dressed.
And my beloved!
O what a treat to the eye she is
in that dark dress of her’s.
And the shimmer in her eyes!
Oh wait! Is that a tear drop
on her winsome cheeks?
And why’s my family glum?
Is this a sepulture I’m standing at?
But whose?
He might have been
someone close to us.
I’ve missed a grave news
due to this nap of mine.
I don’t yet know, if it’s good
to be ignorant of the tiding.
But it just might not be civil yet
to ask, “Who died?”.
The coffin’s being nailed.
I’ll ask her, aside,
when this tempest settles.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
Fly, O Bird! I allow adventure
Of mighty lands and snowy hillocks.
Beautiful heavens amazingly add
To the treasure.
Soon thou'lt to nation your own, fly,
Breaking all my desires,
Rendering ***** void.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
I am a drop of winter rain
People say I fall in vain
But none of them hears my pain
All they worry about is a stain
Peace from me at times they obtain
Still, no one cares how ruthlessly I am slain
I cry, wash their sins and am lost in a drain
Only with a hope of being born again.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
Heaven full of dark gloomy patches,
Yonder a fierce storm approaches.
Here I stand overflowing of youth,
Agonies of life they say are sooth.
Lo! the storm impulsed me so,
Leaves n' branches stooped all low.
Hither I lie yelling of pain,
Efforts to recuperate all go in vain.
Little they know what feels being solitary,
Men do praise my flowers in flattery.
Tasting the troughs of life being doomed,
Reflected how I was once ***** and bloomed.
The violent storm was followed by rain,
Threw off all dust rejuvenated every vein.
Days passed : now my curve is gone,
And Lo! here I stand up on my own.
I reckon from the heaven a reminder was sent,
Sorrows and cheers of this life are never constant.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Driven by the wild selfish air,
Taken through all foul and fair,
I wonder if life always will be,
A fallen leaf yearning to get its tree.
Wind so stroked its ruthless blade,
An instant parting from life was made.
I screamed if someone could hold my fall,
My cry to the dumb world seemed small.
O you who move with pride on earth,
I too was once green with mirth,
Perplexed I’m why bliss is so brief,
Why all paths end up in grief?
I always followed the sun’s amber flight,
Amazed I was when all that was left,
With me was night!
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
Yonder a weary boat awaits,
A grey streak in the blue invokes,
Hither I'm on my dreams afloat,
Following desire: a serene abode.
Away rowing into the sea green,
Floating over waters never seen.
Tides love me with such hatred,
A dull smile, thither they are fled.
Tempests to the weary fiercely strike,
Dreams and Hopes shattered alike.
Lo! Foresees light, my heart näive,
A plank still floats on the wave.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Soon I'll be gone with an expeditious stream,
On a swift time torrent as flick of a dream,
How much ever you may try you won't hold,
An emotion seldom summons once sold.
All marks of my existence will flow in a drain,
But Alas!
In a nook of your heart a memoir may remain.
Each soul has a given date you were oft told,
But to my silent tears you were often cold.
My footprint on sands you may perchance find,
A sweet recollection may flicker through your mind.
Tears from your eyes will then roll out in vain,
Alas!
In a nook of your heart a memoir may remain.
The echoes of that laughter will all die off,
A cold reminiscence will remain in mind's trough,
To touch me then you will give out your heart,
‘It’s too late my friend’ will be said by the dark.
In the monsoon cloud, you'll miss me in rain,
Alas!
In a nook of your heart a memoir may remain.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
Desire in my heart forms a heap,
Stunned by woods' beauty, I weep.
But I won't stop 'cause there are,
Acres of corn field yet to reap.
Both the thoughts are still at par,
My heart with mind is caught in war,
Leaving the snowy woods I've to move,
Following that bright still north star.
In state of such dilemma you've,
To make one choice and prove,
That you can never have it all,
How much ever you desire the grove.
My wish is naive but promises are tall,
Now they give my weary spirit a call,
So let the white snow flakes fall.
So let the white snow flakes fall.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
I drift lifeless in this weary night
Not cognizant of these dark ways
A tear in my eye blurs my sight
Souvenir of bright, beautiful days
I hear the sound of leaves, dry
Crushed like my life, torn apart
Like a soft, muffled cry
I hear their echo in my heart
I turned around with a firm belief
Of someone in this way unknown
But the sight multiplied my grief
An empty road with a shadow of my own
I looked up at the moon profound
Prepared I was to shout aloud
At this happiness I just found
When she hid behind a chunk of cloud
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
Hither this day as I hold thy wreck
Tears flow from mine eyes surplus
Thought of thy loss gives me an ache
As mine heart pumps life, lifeless
As I stare at thy body, isabelline
I recall when I said, "Thou can go on"
I knew that I was being mean
And in a flick of fate, thou art gone
O how I wish to touch thy strings
To hold in mine hands thy body, alluring
And fly with thy soul, if I had the wings
To listen again to thy melodies, charming
"It's just a guitar," say the angels above
Little do they know, thou art my lost love
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC