“Two strange souls cradled by the same fate just meet in a voyage of lifetime. first the eyes ,then the lips the arms & then the body embraces with one another. Meanwhile, a promise is weaved ..a promise not to let each other go whatever happens.. not just a tryst between two beings but two soul chosen by the fate to love each other..Cursing along the somber their eternal journey …little do they know on this Ocean of tranquility , a storm awaits that would delineate a new destiny in their lives. The moon which is always Luminescent has made ties with the fire of hell today…has turned red perhaps damming the ravage that will be flood soon..but they are Oblivious to this Omen .busy as ever to invigorate the other significant..For them its still a bright day, their eyes gazing the azure of the blanket in which the whole Atlantic is draped…
At far north the ominous forces are opening the gates of hell..the ship has finally entered the Spider’s web…Meanwhile the two divine souls still holding each others arms are walking together, standing together, for they know it has to be this way..Soon the time has its own way..the ground underneath them started to vanish in the avarice of water..Screams of innocent souls can be heard nearby..chaos, panic has flooded the whole ambience..Perhaps the time is laughing at them and them.”
Amidst somewhere in this vortex of annihilation.. the couple is holding tight let this wreckage be their haven. the warmth of love is perhaps mauled by the cold fear of uncertainty. their voices shaking as their future…”FOR THIS DAY I NEED YOU THE MOST,FOR THIS DAY THE FATE HAS BROUGHT US TOGETHER,FOR THIS DAY WE SHaLL STAND….FOR THIS DAY WE HOLD TOGETHER..FOR THIS PROMISE SHALL NEVER BE BROKEN”………..REMEMBER THIS MY QUEEN..AND PROMISE ME YOU ARE THEre WITH ME IN THIS …o..or… even I die..You never leave me…”..NOW ITS TIME FOR ME TO GO…YOU WILL FIND ME IN THE STARS.KEEP LOOKING ABOVE ……………….
… a hymn that shall echo in SERENE Atlantic..for every soul that crosses over ,it’s the hymn that earmarks for Optimism .faith and love……
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
How cruel and selfish is the world around me
Ogling at my helplessness shamelessly
The uSury and profound villainy that so unrelenting
In Shambles and crumpled are my hopes
To see my self besieged with travesty and blows
There aint any outsider to blame
Neither do I expect divinity from a total stranger
My life seems to be jeopardized by actions of nobody but a man
Who is next to me and has always been a reverend
Nothing seems right now, nothing seems to be in order
Every piece of mine is ravaged and I am fallen
Who to blame I don’t know, perhaps who sired me
And forgotten the early promises made to see me grow
The ink that inked the first few pages with words like warmth grace and ethos
Perhaps now have been bewitched ,spewing malice and indecency from thereon
From whom to seek answers from , perhaps who is absolute to me
My talks a little ecbatic till now , for they just fail every time to derive the whole
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
“ Sometimes we wander wondering the reason of our lives
Bleeding to death but the answers still unknown
Finding the guilt instead that we falter on this treacherous journey
We embarked with a hope to find a light at every dark corner
But it’s the darkness that enshrouds the luminescence
But sometimes……….
We find Some one in the way that ends our quest
Quenching the prolonged thirst ,satiating the craving and finally
…………………..we embrace our last breathes………………….
When all the dissonance besieged this peaceful sanctum
& made a hole in my impervious harmony I build so far
I had nothing left that time of what happened in retrospect which snatched
Myself from me, the soul from this body, cadaverous and pale I were to be
For the reasons unknown I feel threatened and dare not to live again
I saw out a of the window broken just like myself and found the reflection
My ravaged skin, my torpid lips my watery eyes and dumb mouth….and bleeding soul
IN these treacherous times you walked in
Just like first drops of rain on the driest of all
Like the first gush of winds in the quietest of all
And the first rays of light in the darkest of all
I remember that night when the moon was full,
As if bestowing some magical
I didn’t even care, for I was deaf and blind to such chimerical
It was I conjectured a festival…it were to be
I saw revel and I was trying to be in a reverie
That was so unbecoming for a life that had restrained pleasures
Some time while passed, I was standing under a Light caged in glass
Looking at the sight ,I hear the screams of my sadistic past
Rolling down were my tears ,I heard the footsteps saw the moccasins
Stark yet shiny, and on the fore head that was in my vicinity
Mirrored perplexed lines of why and suspicion
I never backed off ,I was ready to face the “Incoming Whatever”
I was ready to fly off the handle ,and resort to what This being had always learnt
But……..
When I felt your touch at my shoulders. i doubted my reactions
My hands stopped so did my anger
The night was cold ,shivering was I of fear and tender
Our eyes become four ,only mine had waters yours splendor
My bare came closer and closer and I felt your arms around
Warming the moment ,inviting the pleasure
Suddenly you had become a lemma in every strings of words I wrote
A gentle kiss alighting the moment, so surreal ,throbbing fast my heart
A stallion galloping in the ranch Unbound and stoical
“In the darkest of all ,finally I saw a light, wherein there was no pretence,
Finally I saw a life who was born to be mine ,not only in this time but eons of times
To eternity…I salvaged did i?, No I WON IT I was happy
In your abode I felt the shelter that I was deprived
I was salved in the bed when you behind me ,touched not my body just
But my soul…
I had the sun that I Longed for, I had the person whom I finally lived for
In this short lived happiness I lived many lives
In this brief moments with you I had learnt the purpose of mine
“in the epitaph not shall my name be inscribed
But time I shared with you…………(date I was born to infinity)
I died long before you came….
I know one day you shall come to see me and look around
The same way you met me before, but till how long you could hide yours tears
O dear one….
I fetched you for long, but you never came, I cried for you long
You never showed up, may my soul be the messenger.
I know you found me,..lying this time..
Without regrets but with a smile I was bestowed
YES BESTOWED…MAGICAL AND CHIMERICAL I now care for……
Draped In white in brides gown I were to marry you,
But it seemed the conjugal paraphernalia shall be a heavenly affair……
I never have dreamt of ,but literally it so happening…around me ..around YOU!!
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
every morning deafening our ears to the tick tick clock
We wake still wandering in the dreams overnight
Cleaning and purging out yesterdays twisted tales
We begin a new today yet embracing the glorious
Story of our grandma and mellifluous lullaby of the Past NIGHT
Ringing are the bells of our doors
The van man- so we call him the boogie man of our dreams
Somehow manages to find our home and takE us away
Some have tears not to go & some joining to be with
These brave and tiny comrades
Not to forget the audacity of ours while
We wave our hands to those who rose us from casket
Till the end of time and then …. van man taking a devious U turn
Some still crying ,some trying to devour sandwiches
Some inconcoction of food and mind and heart
That genuinely defines innocence
Then finally the squeak of gate that challenges our today
That rough building in grey white façade and the nerdy beings
We always try to keep them in sidelines
All set up nicely to churn out a typical school day if its YET another
Soon the dictators take over ,their sharp eyes weeding out
The imperfections and anomalies ,Even the overly dressed are ruled out
The morning blossoms , like the denizens of a cavalry – daddy’s second wife
We make a perfect geometry .
Standing in queue wondering what would happen next
Ears and minds both listening to the chirping of birds around
Nose tasting the delicious breeze of hot noodles from others satchel
But our eyes watering and stuck at blabbering of an old fat lady on the platform
Our hands made to handcuffed by these megalomaniac
And some heads are down and eyes shut..
All waiting for this ******** Elvis to leave the show
A loud ring of bell that curtains a mundane beginning
Ahead we march with our hands on back to Azkabans
Only to be released after “capital punishments”
As expected the class is empty inviting us to fill
With ruckus and impudence but being innocent at the same time
Some gibbering ,some giggling ,some drawing on a million dollar wall
All have gathered to make the blasphemous walls and time
Sordid tales in the chapters, are beautified with snakes and ladders
Lady in white dress in the front page is embellished with the imaginations of a pretty girl
Covers in the books are the experimental laboratories to Some
Its The last page where we begin reading today
Some sees in the magic in Turning the pages in seconds with thumbs
And how they see the indents and letters dancing
Nothing is real here except the paranoids who are convening the class
Rushing to empty the bowels are some, and some plundering others Bread roll
Some just talking to selves ,troubling the maids wetting the floor
All but none complain.. Such harmony the nature gifts us
Waiting for the last Run that ends the cruelty of today
Because of which we know what that noon Twelve looks like on the clock
All eyes forgetting the day’s animosity finally yearning to be once again
In the BoOgie man’S Van that shall drive us Home
Back to the Cuddle of Mommies and Daddies
We “WERE “ THEIR PRIZED POSSESSION ,
Aren’t We?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Woken up from the bed, time slumbering around
Catching the blanket ,dripping wet yesterday’s dream
Lying bare with hands praying to see him Again
Awaiting the next call so aphrodisiac
Getting off the bed, taking the shower,
Admiring his hands upon my boson and hips..
Deducing the guilt I suffered yet,
Bringing out the terrible pleasure ,his hands wrapping around ME
Remembering the fall and the mist ,the snowflakes, that melted
Carried not in air but his smooth fingers on my belly
Triggering Sensation and Enigmatic trance
Relieving my stresses infusing ,transforming
From genteel vapid to a strumpet
It feels great to be in his hands again ,
Every possible square centimeter is a Love Hotel
Where our bodies check in
Groping my womanhood and the caress that he Put on to it
Besotted Every time TO BEING his ****** Mistress
Just like He is My God ,and I am his disciple
Benediction that I offer ,And chants that are so Stimulating
Crossing the Entire Legacy ,Traversing to every corners with Him
And Finally Coming To rest in a cold night Under the Cover..
Just like Cascading waterfall, these moments keep coming
Sometimes in his home ,In office,In a Maserati Or in the Deciduous
Like the echo of the fall that Reverberates every corner Of the Ambience,
Our PLENITUDE comes with lots of Crescendo
Wearing the apparel that seems alright , aND So Provocative
That CONCEALS among the ordinary Ones, but LIT up the eyes of My Beloved
The GrEY Shades OF my Life ,perhaps the Most BECOMING and Eventful
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
And it was one such day In autumn red
Your pretty face and my heart Pretty Bad
Before the morning I had this dream
“we walking on the city broad way
And you promise you gonna be holding together
And I thought lets stay and it’s the best we both stay”
Taken down by the grace you had gifted
Surreal ,mystic without mistakes
We are alone just you and me
Air so magical I breathe
Piercing the silence are the echoes
Of Chandelier Ceiling and pearls that twinkles
But its not gonna be that easy
We both sitting by side of window
Look the mountains the birds and night Sky
Those meant to be my Treasure because I have You
I have You…………I have You
And I Wish could Say to you
I love You ..Yeah I almost do..
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
The mist creeping in ,draping the green in white
And The blue in ever evangelic shades of grey
Bestowing the Soil ,the nectar it brought from a bounty stolen from God
The rain fell ,the rustic aroma that surrounds my whole town
As heavenly and pure as you walked in white silhouette
And the drops falling making the grass even more smooth
And your face more cleaner for me to gaze- pleasant as a winter moon
A little did you turn around and walked away ,I follow you there
You lead me to my God ,You Lead to my God
You ain’t just a one night dream; I see you even in daylight
As you live where my GOD stays ,You Live where My god Stays
Don’t leave me o Dear, this isn’t my fate
Just my last words turn back ,come back ,so that I could love you as my God
Bring back the rain ,come o dear ,turn to me and let me have the rain
And my god to see me again when you come about ,when you come about…
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC