The remained was eternally desired affection,
Alas! That was only a fantasy, a sad confession.
I regret the failure to bond a great relation
I have never been kissed, a remorseful expression.
Would you kiss me? He had asked
I remained wordless and shocked.
Now I see him in frozen dreams,
The handsome body immersed in to the streams
His tender touch couldn’t reach up to me,
Like he is lost in horizon far away from sea
Oh come back my sweet love! Come back again!
You shouldn't have resisted the feeling,
I hear unknown voice in my ear whispering.
So I woke agitatedly in the middle of dark night
And wondered gazing at the glittering star
If he'd come and kiss my ****** lips with a delight
Then I realized and collapsed knowing he’s already gone far
Viki
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
I Painted Myself Black..
He felt awkward and embarrassed
Hesitant to talk or smile, may be stressed?
O he is dark as hell! people would say,
But he never had them much attention to pay.
He hid behind trees and watched us play,
He might have wished to be on the ground some way.
I gazed at him and smiled with delight,
But with fright, he turned away the sight.
So next day I painted myself black,
The beautiful color we people lack!
He stared at me for a while and then laughed
O what a innocence, I too laughed..
I approached him and pulled him on the ground,
Freeing him from the racial rope he was bound.
I saw him confident, and we played for very long,
Feeling happy and singing that song...
I painted myself black... I painted myself black..
O his happiness was the reason, I painted myself black...
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
The Volume of this Extreme Pain
The volume of this extreme pain is so loud, that made everything absolute silent.
Tired carrying this numb flesh and senseless mind.
Long lasting sorrow of this fragile life, hope to end soon.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
Frozen Bones
Mom, why my bone aches?
Why my entire body quakes?
Is this a punishment or am I out lucked?
I wish death would release me than being plucked
Mom, I don’t need drugs or chemotherapy
And no blunt hospitals or hopeless radiotherapy
Mom, before it’s too late and I’m trapped with aphasia
The life’s agonizing; please liberate my soul by euthanasia
Sorry Mom I talk so ruthless,
Nobody wishes life to be so worthless
Promise me you won’t cry when I am gone
Wherever I’d be, your life must stay on.
Your grief is giant that’s last thing I know
I wished you would have seen me for many years to grow
Oh Mom! But these poisonous bones, Why couldn’t be fixed by glue?
As ashes of those bones would immerse and my soul flew
I shall fall asleep peacefully and see a dream of glorious view
Mom, you shall be glad imagining, my life will be calm and new
My life here is nothing but the silent assembly of frozen bones
No flesh, no blood, no pain, everywhere are just peaceful zones
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Royal Poinciana, the only bliss in the summer!
The stream swiftly flows,
And the livid wind blows,
As many a red bloom throws.
Royal Poinciana, the crimson bud,
Tender sparkling of the red blood;
Like an orangey blazing flame,
And saffron color in precious gem;
Deeply dyed in the rich glow,
Royal Poinciana, the only hallow.
Oh this shiny summer afternoon makes ill,
Watching Royal Poinciana is a mere will.
Soon ruddy blossom would appeal,
In florid color, my eyes would fill.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
This night is somewhat strange, seems like a gathering of the million storms.
Death is so obvious, only if life overpowers it.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
”Life is like a horizon and we are just like that bird, who madly chases that one fancied point where the sky kisses the ocean; and even after a hard try, wonders why he still couldn't reach up to that point. Only to realize, the horizon is mere a deceiving illusion, and the fancied point does not exist. But alas! The bird has already lost and there is no way back or forth.”
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Don't let them wake me up, I am in mystifying dreams.....
Before sun rises, let me travel unto my destination.....
The paths are so unknown in reality. Let me live in this world.....
Oh my fine dreams, absorb me in you forever.....
Until next dream.....next life.....
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Just Inside me…..
It’s just inside me,
I feel green everywhere,
It’s so peaceful, so calm, and so cold
Yet so warm and it is all just inside me.
I am at different place altogether,
I cannot describe it;
It is not good and not bad either.
It’s just nothing, it’s just inside me.
I see erected mountains;
Don’t know what they have determined?
Do they want to kiss the blue heaven?
I see that heaven, it’s just inside me.
Whom these flowing rivers want to meet?
Are they dreaming to be an ocean?
I know, they all have got my lost dreams,
Come and see, they are just inside me.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
After Many a Springtide Dies the Swan
Once was so glorious in his beauty,
Breathtakingly handsome and full of seduction,
Like a divine tree of a charm in a gleaming appearance,
Fancied many a magnificent birds;
Oh silly splendid birds! You are the travellers of the globe,
Be not fascinated with his calm temptation-
It will decay and fall apart.
Alas! For his gentle shadow, you’re maddest unto the confines.
Give the immortality and never dying beauty,
He prayed for immortal youth and immortal age.
Only if, god would recall his gift,
Only if one could challenge the nature,
Preserve me in the portrait, where I will remain richly fresh,
He exclaimed wretchedly, perhaps one would live forever!
Real was the joy in living young, perhaps, the ultimate joy left?
Shining feathers are greyed with a gloom, and
Luminous vision is fading away.
Eye-catching walks of youth are unsteady now,
The envious stream couldn’t imitate the image of glowing and beautiful,
In his sleepy eyes once more dream of youth twinkles.
Departs the last drop of a tear in silence,
And, after many a springtide dies the swan.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC