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Meera Baasuri Aug 2020
Caged in the chamber of torments
The brutal ache tears my flesh,
Weakens my senses,
****** and pierces my veins on head
Constantly batters my skull,
hammer needles deep inside my head,
disbands my active thoughts to negate
Devastates my happiness,
Wreaks havoc on my tranquilty,
Stabs and bruises my inner soul,
Crams my heart with melancholy
Breaks my sanity and distorts my brain
At times impregnates my upper eyelids
Crawls through the veins around my eyebrows
Bangs on my eyes wriggling me with
Pulsating and throbbing pain
making me nauseatic
Hurling me deep into the sea of depression
To frown and fume with anger
But the chronic ache continues its callous play
Driving me berserk, exhausted, mournful
Succumbing me to the assaults of the chronic pain of the terrible headache
To be racked with pain in vain............
Meera Baasuri Aug 2020
Fill your chalis with the wine of sweet kisses
Feel mad with the air of wilderness
To be wild in frenzy with love
Meera Baasuri Aug 2020
Girdle me in your love
Encompass me in your soul forever
Henceforth we blend and incarnate into immortal love
Meera Baasuri Aug 2020
I start my day at the early dawn
Not free to sleep as I wish
My mistress and master makes me moil
At the crack of morn to the silence of night
Fretting and burning my soul
To boil the water and keep them warm
I bewail in darkness when all rest
Boiling my inner soul on my harsh destiny
I work without grunt, as I have no tongue
To lament when they make me slog over and over
Aggrieved and bereft, iam careworn
Iam born to hew to travail
Though my creator made me worth a pearl
To be salable and find my path
In a classy and rich home
To be a mistress' beloved article
Only to labour my soul and boil over
To realise what I had been born for
Wish I could be heard while I simmer with  tears of my inner agony
Foaming and frothing my deep pains in boil
Only to wear out and cease to cry
My heart out in silence.
Meera Baasuri May 2020
The broken plate

When my long-lived plate broke yesterday,
it broke my right to live with it forever,
it broke my heart to enjoy its exotic beauty ever,
It broke my desire to fall in love with it ever, whenever I look at it,
It broke all my dreams to eat up whatever is varied, colourful, yet luring always,
it broke my heart of mending the smashed pieces of hope
broke the revival of life to reincarnation.......
Meera Baasuri May 2020
Concealing in the darkness,
Hiding in the silence,
Camouflaging in the impersonation,
I wish to assume a pseudonym to
be obscure in my ways, whims and            fancies,
To be unseen to all around me,
To be faded into oblivion of the thorny memories pestering me,
To be ignorant of the harsh realities of life
To be shrouded in the mystery of the world around me
To be sunk into an unfathomable,
Capricious and temptuous sea,
To be crouched in the sea bed
Lulled by the diverse marine species
To be lost and forgotten from the earthy
woes of a materialistic life,
To be devoid of the lucrative pleasures, the wicked world has to offer
To be amnesiac of the perilous kingdom of the filthy human monstors
Riding on the streets donning diabolic masquerades at night      
To hunt for lust, wealth, power,looting the innocent souls
To emerge powerful in the light of the world
I love to assume a pseudonym
To unleash the insane woman in me
To fly to the unknown valley of love
Teeming with myriad, gaily flowers
Opening their petals incensed with love
The nectarine lilacs, lavenders, honeysuckles, poppies enticing      
the buzzing bees always hovering around them to feed on
To be lovestruck in an exquisite and splendid moonlit night
To be possessed by a muse to be lunatic enough to pen endless poems of love
To blend with the mesmerizing beauty of the silent night
To gaze at the starry sky in its luminous  garb
To listen to the secret whispers of passionate love between the earth and sky
To swim in the secret lakes of love with my soul, to sleep under the boundless stars with him
To wander with the phantoms of the prophets of love
Echoing the valley with their undying love for their beloved
To be infused with their lunacy to be perpetually in love with the ****** life
To feel a real connotation for my existence in the diabolic world
Hence I wish to assume a pseudonym ever..
To live in the facade of invisiblity
To retain the aura of mystery...
Meera Baasuri May 2020
Trapped in the maze of a spurned love,
Meandering persistently in the blind alleys of bleak memories,
Lost In the baffling passages of the agonies of disdain,
Wandering blind fold in the labyrinth of the  unrequited love,
built on undying sufferings and afflictions
I felt the need for a quest to seek a way out to exit
To be transported to a world of sanity
To be cured of the obsessive lunacy of enslaved love
To be alleviated from the pain of jilted love
The prolonged miseries and.untold perplexities
budding from the sadness of being ignored
The feeling of wothlessness and assaults by the wounds of repressed love
Misguided me on the winding ways of insecurity to the dead ends
The heart-wrenching pain of forsaken love to fall desperate
To entangle me in a web of hopelessness
To drive me insane to choke and wriggle
Either to die in sorrow on the fetters of love
To be subservient to the deprived love
Or yearn to soothe the heart-ache and breathe the air of freedom
By disentangling the pining entwined shackles of unbridled, fanciful love
To scram from the mesh and secede to limpid path....
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