naman-bagaria
Indian
Not a great writer, not a great man / Just an average being, in His grand plan / Trying to hold on, trying to understand / Giving it all I have, to take a firm stand / In search of a savior, who will lend a helping hand / Taking away the doubts, all that I misunderstand / Help me O Lord, to turn into the golden sand / A medium for creation and new life to expand / For this is all I have to offer & hope that I don’t get banned / When I conclude my journey and reach the Promised Land.
***Deceit slithers across the vessel
embracing the stench
of the "would-be carcass".
A feast bestowed by
the imminent descent
awaits to serve
the new peasant king,
whose realm
is as torrid
as the desires
that demand
his presence there.
His eternity
now rubbernecks
the obscene art
which subsists
only by gulping
feverishly on
delicious torments
and mourns
to witness the
silent testimony
of the sullied design
and preventable death.***
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
***Rain that pours down
From the heaven.
Quenches the thirst of
Lands that went barren.
Gives a chance
For new life to sprout.
Takes away the misery
The awful drought.
It binds together
The earth and the sky.
Fuels the hopes
The lakes that went dry.
Answers the prayers
Of the farmer’s plight.
Feeds the hungry
Washes away the dark night.
The children
Rush out for the enchanted show.
Drawn by the smell
Mesmerized by the seven colored glow.***
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Blue
Are my days with you not around
Withering, in the silent nights, for the lack of your sound.
Gone
Are the days you held me so tight
Comforting me to no end, rendering everything alright.
Sore
Are my eyes, walking down the memory lane
Dancing to the tune of habit, I might as well go insane.
Hope
Is all that’s left, praying the dreams come true
Mending the cracks, completing me, as if u were my glue.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
***Muffled strifes of the blanched soul,
Pines for redemption to plug the hole.
The casing remains colorful though,
Mere existence, deceiving puppet show.
Malignant now once benign,
Tragic waste of a grand design.
Delicious torments served each night,
Another day onsets another plight.
Deafening silence, everything torn apart,
Hot tears emerge from the frozen heart.
Quiet scream of the desperate mime,
Mourns the arrival of departure time.
Scythe begins to kiss the shell,
Heaven’s calling or may be hell.
Crimson red spills to shroud,
Darkest void now dreams out loud.***
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
***Encased in a brittle shell
The blood runs awfully cold.
It powers the perishing heart
Once deemed as prized gold.
Scythe slowly etches the frame
Soul no longer can withhold.
The only thought that runs wild
Is the fear of being undersold.***
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
***I wander through the sands of time,
Searching for that perfect rhyme.
The one which would set me free,
Comfort me in my hours of wee.
Be my constant, my wisdom tree,
Shield me from the flying debris.
But my search seems to be in vain,
Can’t find anything to ease the pain.
The battle between my heart and brain,
Is taking control, driving me insane.
Don’t know how long, will I last this way,
Can’t find sunshine, not even a ray.
But life goes on and so will I,
I will battle till the storm runs dry.
My body may hurt, the heart may cry,
But I will endure till I reach the sky.
May I fall by the pressure of the rain,
Look out world, for I'll rise again.***
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
***Dry are the tears
that are never shed,
Rolling down in silence
along the golden thread.
They are the warriors
whose stories are never told,
Born amidst the torments
with nothing to hold.
Fighting constantly to hold the mask
and never to reveal,
The battle to defeat the pain
and conquer Achilles' heel.
The cries of the heart are masked
by the eyes that run dry,
Smiling through the emptiness,
letting only a bit of honesty to pass by.***
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
***Naive gossamer abruptly took wings
towards something anonymous,
never missing the hurt
crumbling bit by bit.
The up-thrust sometimes helps
every so often.
But gravity is not an antagonist
it only serves as a chum
patiently waiting to embrace
the inexorable descent,
showering profound revelations
impelling the psyche
in unforeseen directions.
Only the sequel will be a measure
of value added or lost
or maybe the usual
both.***
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
***Hey people!!! Have you heard
About the boy who was killed
Never was he born, but his faith was sealed.
Hey people!!! Can you see
The girl who cries in vain
Her existence was denied, considered as a pain.
Hey people!!! Do you feel
The desperation of the child, unborn
Assassinated in its mother’s womb, considered as a thorn.
Hey people!!! Won’t you understand
That you acting like fools
Stop the senseless killings and follow The Almighty’s rule.***
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
***Deep within the sadness,
lost in the great abyss,
Fighting for survival, searching for true companionship.
Be gone oh dark passenger,
you have hitchhiked far too long,
I am no longer the weary soul, I have become too strong.
Once I made friends with you,
that was a desperate move,
Can’t believe I walked that path, had nothing to prove.
The tears that roll in the silent night,
are not fueled by the pain,
But by the false hope, the promised sunshine in the rain.***
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC