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Lady,

Give me neither dusk nor dawn--
Let it be either night or morn.
Lukewarm love brings no comfort
That can my heart transport.

If darkness, shall I take it so and *****
My way along until I make good;
But if the light will I here abide,
Searching no further far nor wide.
 Jun 2014
Sprishya
The day you told me it was over
I should’ve taken the sharp knife of your words
and slit my throat to bleed out
every drop of blood that had you in it
and let it flow
like freedom
that my heart is begging for right now
Love had to hurt
How else would I feel the pain
of a million souls that have died
for that one love they believed in
to start ancient wars
the cries of which we hear till date
but my cries just disappeared somewhere
And time doesn't heal love
My tomorrows are all stuck in the yesterdays
the dreams that were so beautiful
I never wanted to wake up
I still dont,
Except this time I just want to sleep
Dreams shattered like a glass that fell from a thousand feet
I desperately tried to collect the pieces and put them back together
but a tiny speck of glass pierced through my skin and vanished
and my dreams are now forever incomplete
Leaving me with a sting everytime I touch that spot
Just hoping someone will help me take that glass out
But no one seems to be good enough
There has to be a way
There has to be a way!!!

(Kathmandu, Nepal 06/05/2014)
Two strange hearts falling in one love--
Deep bowl of broth--is a mystery.
Baking eyes tossing off a fancy loaf
Ere the mouth that desires fare velvety.

Once the tommy the spot hits, culinary
Delights--instead of repeating upon
The tongue--become unsavory.
Hand, picking at the spread of affection.
 May 2014
Sprishya
Everytime I give it all
To a girl
When I feel like I’ve fallen in love
And when I feel like she feels it too
I manage to drive them away
And find myself lost
In the thought of you

The cool breeze hits directly at my heart
Its so cold in there
I’m not sure if it’s alive at all
But I tell myself it’ll be ok
While listening to a beatle’s song
It’s all lies
You have managed to change my world

Music sends a shiver down my spine
I know I’m a coward
I know I cant do things right
You’d ask ‘what would you do without me?’
I didn’t think I ‘d pick a fight
With life
And now I’m losing
But knowing that you’re happy
Still keeps me alive

(Kathmandu, Nepal 05/18/2014)
 May 2014
Sprishya
Please stop the time
Come back
Tell me it was a lie
Come back
Kiss me again
Come back
Save this heart that you have slain

My heart feels like it crumbling
Come back
Make it sing again
Come back
Let it know that it'll be fine again
Come back
Assure me that I'll see the sun shine
Again!!

(Kathmandu, Nepal 5/15/2014)
Love has killed
m'heart,
which should have made
it
live.
Love its essence doth change
becoming sweetened,
mellow with age.
How art
thou, dear heart?

Well. Praise
God, no ill-feelings.
Jilted heart, benumbed.
Feelings died and interred
in forlorness' grave.
Sweet things coming out of China,
like that cheesy sheila.
******* at tickling the ivories,
at inducing the jet buttons
to chortle, say, in a concerto ;
but I do strum and flirt
with those amazing royal,
88 unrepentant loyal
keys for Jupiter and Saturn,
for Mars and Neptune,
making a blank bland tune
for extraterrestrial beings for fun.

On the cosmic moors
the moon's whirling feet
cease for my discordance.
What a slurred entrance
by F in D major!

Only a novice--an amateur.
I'm no magnificent pianist,
O majestic Mercury.

Summon the stars the search
to lead for a supreme virtuoso,
one of  no incongruent ingenuity
like this dilettante--a pseudo
music polymath, counsels Thebe.

A Mozart, Beethoven, or Bach?

Any of the greats scored above, as well
as geniuses like David and Handel.

Impressario fly! Flee thou away
and go get a classic maven.
Otherwise sleep there forever at Erebus,
never dream of waking up in Eden.

Circuitous world stops: strings break off
at the Earth's axis--
the Sun's panels pause

and darkness' movement begins
its own obscure notes to improvise:

apace demented melody
is released,-- bathos of symphony:
tinny wine of concord
settles on the lees of discord.

Asteroids hooting some ***** calls
when into the grand chrysolite chamber--
in her tailor-made blistering gown--
strolls in the coruscating Venus
in the sturdy arm of jaundiced Uranus,
garbed in his glistening stomacher.

Like a ball, all eyes are bouncing
hither and thither, up and down,

googling and ogling,
once more at them leering,

gaping at the irreplaceable paintings of
da Vinci, Picasso, and Van Gogh
cavorting  upon the weightless walls

to the romantic performance of Strauss
in the palace orchestral of Bacchus.
Frailties overlooked--
**** is fragrance, snoring a nocturne
with affection.
Often think I'm odd
to fall in love--
a well too deep
to crawl out unscathed.

So I stay outwith
peeping inside the pit,
hearkening to sundry sounds
of infectious laughs--

jealous--

I too cheerfully fell
into affection's well.

How I was wrong!
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