*He’s no musician.
He doesn't make melodies through violin and guitar strings.
Yet he composed, haunting ballads in dramatic tempos,
Rhyming every lyric,
Harmonizing, making it dance in a musical euphony.
He’s no seamster.
Yet he cuts and he traces,
plain words and printed phrases;
Then he sews and he weaves it skilfully,
into a lovely concrete poetry.
He’s no painter.
He just has a palette of pigmented letters,
splashing colorful lines on his blank canvass.
A blast of contained evocative memories,
Streaking and shading mixtures of kaleidoscopic imagery.
He’s no storyteller.
Yet from him, I heard the most romantic tales-
One, of the moon and its lover sea.
Reciprocating shy glances, whispering I love you’s,
while kissing behind the sprawling mountains.
Though the dawn will come, they do not fear.
For after the majestic tribal sun leaves his stage,
There’ll the lovers be once again reunited.
He's no poet.
Yet he writes--
stanzas and verses.
And oh! it revives,
every strand of emotion,
every sense of intuition,
Inside me.
A lyrical perception,
Sheer perfection,
Arousing perpetual reactions,
From me.*
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Been with me the longest of all,
Through all tough times,
And every small brawl.
Your sweet ticking sound,
And your elegant black look,
Your metallic cold touch,
Changed my life like a fairy tail book.
O my friend, my lucky charm
How I am gonna miss,
Your warmth around my wrist.
You Served me well,
Always fair,
And just in time,
For a single cell.
The time has come,
It's the toughest of all,
You left me alone,
Gone in a single fall.
- *The ******
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
It's a new beginning,
A happy new life
My dreams have new colours
They are more beautiful now
My hopes have new strength
They are stronger now
My mind has new wings
Its flight is higher now.
Life was sad like a cold winter wind
Harsh and dry and blowing hard
Dreams were being crushed like withered leaves
Had no hope, had no zeal
Mind buried under that lonely feel
Heart beating on sad symphonic tunes
And soul calling those cosmic beings
Met them i don't know how,
Talking to them i felt alive,
A lonely spark into fire,
A dreamless man began to aspire,
A foment on my wounds
And a way out of confound
I smiled again
At what I had found
-The ******
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
The world, as they say came to an end,
A figure stood alone at the edge,
Contemplated over crossing a point,
A point of no return but a way in sight,
To run away far and live beyond,
Or to stand ground and put up a fight.
- *The ******
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
A wave of silence spreads,
As I stalk my prey,
Hidden out of its sight,
In human tall grasses,
I proceed in stealth,
With each calculated step.
Unwavering focus and complete caution,
For all would be lost with just an unnecessary action.
Eyes drilled on the target,
Canines licked clean by my impatient tongue,
Moving in the lust of tasting a deer young.
It's hard to mask all that killing intent,
To hide in a plain sight,
And pounce within a frame.
Only a thought keeps me going,
**** or get killed as goes the saying.
To run faster than the fastest,
To dig those godly claws; devil for some,
And bring down the strongest.
Drag down the prey,
Taste its cold sweat,
And those body fluids of helplessness and despair
Just before its death,
As I savage its flesh.
- *The ******
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
A sudden epiphany and I wake up,
To the sad symphony of getting lost.
I Break the chains ,
And take a leap of faith,
Feel the wind and spread my wings,
Cast a shadow large,
Over Clouds below me.
Up above the storm,
I fly up high to take a dive,
A dive, deep in the ocean wide
Of my selfish dreams and narrow mind.
A hurricane of wildness brews around me,
Malicious instincts take over me,
Turn me into an entity unknown,
Signs of which were rarely shown,
Hidden until now in the depths of my heart,
It hunts me down, has an head start.
A stroke of sorrow and it breaches outside,
The shell now broken it eats me up inside,
I try to run, darkness surrounds me slowly,
The clouds of shame mask my glory.
The wolf of past stalks from the shadows,
While I take a leap in the future gallows.
The claws of them hesitant mind grab me,
I struggle to get out,
I scream my heart loud.
Drenched in my spirit blood,
I reek of fear,
Fear, not of death but a future unsure.
-The ******
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC