Thank you for stopping by. this space is left as a place to dump my poems.
Rain and Cold
a vase- beyond repair
destroyed by your blackart
yet I try to convince my buds
as if everything went fair
for shivering rain and cold,
is only when you remind
the warmth and the sunshine,
when no longer you can find.
a plea to lower your price
of those times that I sent you,
for my love found no place
for you control my market crew
fate of every dazzling sun
bloodshed in the horizon
I can’t stop, but I can cry
no mercy in the velvet sky
when the hills can’t behold
tears of heaven- drops of rain
peace beyond the murky clouds
people call it peace of grave.
Flares
turbulence of my tears
ink follows the trails,
stems from your echoes
every words I engrave.
maybe thousands like me;
you must have met before.
methinks sometimes alone,
soul could be of stones!
I wait for tram you catch
to see you little more;
but blind eye you turn
what had I done?
how simply could you
confiscate my heart; and
tear my feelings apart
leaving no way to glue.
beforehand you biff,
I suggest you to mix
poison in your whiff,
and hew of you lips.
your kissers ne’er need
to strive pain - of my kind
they shall die - intoxicated
before they bleed.
enough is your beauty
make the whole world blind!
methinks maybe god knows
complexity of your mind!
I had never imagined
I could be your ridicule!
and my heartbreak flares,
could turn into fuel!
Abandoned
long for sublimed dream,
playful days in sunbeam.
forlorn pages; rusty shelves,
dog-ears and coffee stains.
salvage to abandoned feelings
to faded smiles, lost in crowd
to muted voices; and words unheard
to hurted egos; our craze absurd!
prayers to strangled emotions,
to parallels meeting at infinities.
no longer a child; no more fun.
yet; little dumb, little stubborn.
divergent trails; worthless strife!
swayed by twists of fate in life.
your brushstrokes, color of my sky
flew the time; in blink of an eye.
An ode to the prostitute
the cost of living
has raised
to such an extent
she put herself in sale
to pay her rent
she feels schizoid
she moans in pain
people take pleasure
over her misfortune
time and again
she merely encounters
the people with soul
they greet her hello’
when she meets them
somewhere again
they seek love
but she is
numb and shattered
no part of love
left inside her
for she has been
reduced into quarks
mystery to the saint
and nobody can ever
break her again
she looks into mirror
and persuades herself
‘I don’t look like a whore’
for there shall be reasons
‘why my life ain’t fair’?
Madness in the street
blank page awaits,
ink - about to die.
long for your shadow
strangers passing by.
hunger, thirst and pain
indebtedness to rain
for i have teardrops to hide
yet, my words flow aside.
although you knew
i couldn’t afford
stars for you; but thankyou!
for time you spent.
when you parted from me,
profoundly desperate i became.
clouds of chaos in my sky
like dreamers’ after their dreams die.
sad-story behind curtain
walls of our freedom
-the societal structures
where our love couldn’t fit in.
decades passed since you left;
but you have always been
reason to write, you are still
inspiration to my poems.
I blame no one, but my fate
for I live in the same street;
where we first met.
amid dogbarks nowadays!
a kind of trade-off game,
i like to play with them.
I share my poems to get
compassion in return.
I don’t care about love
for my life has been
something more akin
to a movie scene.
modern couples do have
more epic love story than ours!
time shall be moving that fast.
even a week- their love can’t last.
- Analepsis
flowers of rhododendron
bushes covered in red
and the chirping of birds
hours of pot-game; we played
I used to collect firewood
you were kitchen chef
ducklings were our kids
mimicry in the shade.
five ducklings:
-part of our whim
we guided them to water;
so they could swim.
how could you ignore
the days we cried
and months we mourned
when our little duckling died.
you must remember
we used to put
flowers on her grave
to pray her soul everyday.
we used to run over the bridge
so it could catch the wave
and shake to let it resonate.
you may pretend to forget.
but even in the cloudburst rain
we used to embrace
before we unclasp our hands
with a promise to meet again.
you read fairytales under the pine
I still have your storybook.
i wonder how you overlook
at our promises, though its fine!
what happened to our love
and thousand kisses that we made
for the woods are still alive
with your handwritings and our names.
I hope by now you have recovered
our memories of past
for they could have been
obliviously formatted.
plethora of restore points
fortunately we had set
to retrieve entire flashback
of bygone childhood days.
for you have been far apart
and out of touch for years
for you left without goodbye
and i miss you everyday!
- Forgive me my dreams
forgive me my dreams,
spontaneously broken
promises I made,
yet, to let you know, i write
I was tryin’ to survive
till my last hope died.
yes it stinks
my very innate instinct
my dead ended madness
like a body, rotten
of once a brave
invincible warrior.
the way we used to convey
suddenly stopped working
like first order phase transition
the inevitable disaster i knew
audience deafened and blinded
and i left earlier.
so I walk dead
in perfect silence,
tunneling through pitch dark
the only irrefutable option
amid fish-frog finger play
was there other way?
we can yet recover
in theory, in philosophy
the order and the peace
setting large correlation length
of curiosity in mind
all it takes is seeding.
I hope one day
we would self assemble,
for we must find a way
to put theory into practice
to delay expiry date,
before its too late.
Anyway, thankyou
for your capitalism lecture,
I am obliged to sway.
the solace of shadows,
star-chase for sure,
how could I betray!
- God’s Plan
moments you create, memories you share,
tears you wipe, for outcries are rare!
let your handshakes make them proud,
for life is not just a- funeral crowd.
the farewell you bid, to sunset at breeze,
burnt over the mountains of- sequoia trees.
the persona you exude, philosophy you care
the kindness you offer, the loyalty you bear.
the vibes you set, the beauty in the air,
the hands you lend, when they are near
for life is not just a funeral crowd.
cry not alone, see wolves make fun around!
for lord has plan over our every defeat
priorites he sets are, ne’er a misfit.
we rise by giving, see time unfold,
the story of life, the journey untold.
having lived each day, with passion & zeal
traceless be our egoes, till expiry date.
legacy so vibrant, that ocean would feel,
the embrace of our soul, before its late!