Tuesday 30 July 2013

One Last Wish, Unsaid



One Last Wish, Unsaid

Want to know how it feels?
Free me—for I can tell
Caressing my cold cheek, he said
You look pretty even when dead
My blue skin shivered
Under his warmth
I wished to have life in me
Only to embrace him, one last time
But it was too late—
They locked me up
In a glass coffin
Dragging my heart
To one dark grave,
And all I saw last—
Was his face!

Life



Life

Breathing fire
Feeding on cotton balls
Life is a pretty nubile
Held by dragon walls
Marrying her is the task
Make your skin crawl
To cross those walls
Hell is the forbearer
And is right here
Burning with ardor
Clothed in desires
Life is the bride
Waiting to be freed!

Friday 26 July 2013

~ A little more … ~




~ A little more … ~

On my way to your heart
Daily, from my lonely home
I want to hold you close
To let my impatient lips
Kiss the innocence of your ears
And glide my whispers
Into your beautiful soul
To let you know —
When drooping and old
I will be your stick
On your evening walk
And a warm blanket
When it shall be cold
That hot cup of coffee
To your trembling lips
For, I will always hold you close
And say it again — and again — once again
That — I will love you my love
Till the end, and a little more …

Thursday 25 July 2013

I Want To Be Alive, Again


I Want To Be Alive, Again

A slice of myself, and
Two spoons of tranquility
To season the flavor
Of this nippy breeze
Serene evening tea
In the porch
Of my being
As the sun sets
In the far west
Muted horizon
Reminds me
Of my lost self
Sun has no hooks
Hence, it ebbs
Into the void
Giving way to
The moody moon—
Waxing and waning
At the wink of its will
As I choose to win
My gravity back
To stand silent-still
On the dried leaves
For rustle of these
Ruffle my sleep
And, coax me to Fathom
My dissolved-deep
A fearsome dive
Into the dreamy abyss
A sliver of dare
To propel my flare
Enticed
Enlivened
Enlightened
Incited whirlpool
I’m dying to suck in
Ablaze air, once again!


Tuesday 23 July 2013

Mirrors Lie!



Mirrors Lie!

“Mirror O’ Mirror, let me be enslaved
O’ Beholder of beauty, make me as you do”
Why—why you need to—
Why you heed to a mocked voice?
Which your ears should never yield to
For it’s the mask you staring at
Don’t let the semblance deceit you
That shall beguile all your senses
Silken fables they are draped into
Manifesting those lying dreams
Camouflaged faces will appear true
Look in the light of flickering soul
Candor frescoed to wander through!
 

Sunday 21 July 2013

Ye’re My Flower



Ye’re My Flower

Come hither, O’ my love
Take me in thine embrace
For ye are,
My song of despair
Chime to my deaf ear
Forsaken is the fear
Of my lose and tear
I drink thy silence
In my cup of being
As my death breeds
Seed of loves’ soul
Deep into the grime
For ye shall blossom
On my gravestone!



Saturday 20 July 2013

Pillow-My Other Half



Pillow-My Other Half

Oh my precious slumber—where have you gone
Come by the side of my pillow, for now I’m alone
Nobody is lying near—to kiss my eyes close,
Caress my forehead, tweak my crinkling nose,
And tuck those loose brown locks behind my ear
To stare into my dozy eyes and glance at my fear
Fear in hazel night-eyes change into watery haze
Drops of water, illusion of deep drowning maze
Skimming my wet cheeks, as maze breaks loose
For soon are unfastened—those knotted noose
You would always slid your hand around my waist,
Skim my blushing cheeks, lying on your warm chest
Bygone are those nights, a dreamy dream evolves
Love is lost; touch shadows, and warmth dissolves
For honeyed cotton-eyed pillow is my only soul-mate
Icy-lone goodnight kiss sneak to nocturnal eyes, of late!

Thursday 18 July 2013

Without You...




~With you, I was
Serenely lost…
Without you, I’m
A cold ghost,
With stupefied mind,
Breathing mist
Through my hazed lips
Of fine times, and
Enslaved for life,
On the dark lanes
Of our deep past!~



This picture moved me to a great extent, prying open my heart with these words.






   

Tuesday 16 July 2013

Archaic sculpteur




Archaic sculpteur

O’ Monsieur, I’m the molten clay in thy hand
For swirling curved long fingers doth shape
Thou art the master and amigo to my loose sand
Ephemerally yet neatly, thy flair kiss my nape
Then comes Mademoiselle, a mistress of far-land
A smile etched on her pale face, she’d fake
Wink of her green eyes, nibble on thine errand
 Thieving attention, alas! Farthest it take
Fashioning me hath not been a dream of thine
I, half-sculptured, of a wet queasy quagmire
Lie on ground, wrought flawlessly into a shrine
For thine embrace to her, hath lent me to fire!









Monday 15 July 2013

Mannequin Love




Mannequin Love


-Did you just say that you love her?

-Oh yes, more than my life.

-When do you love her the most?

-Ah, when she is as immaculate as the waxing moon, her skin as soft as freshly woven silk and supple as morning dew, her hair - untangled and smooth, her body -petite and slender, her fingers - long and colored, her demeanor – flawless and angelic. When she has the strength to support me at my weakest, and can hold back her tears as impeccably as a girl ever can!

-Oh! And I thought you love a girl made of flesh and bone, but, here by I see, you adore the one, diamond-carved, out of Gold…So, tell me...Do you really have a mannequin of your own?

Saturday 13 July 2013

Oh Yes, He Do!





Oh Yes, He Do!

Beneath that egoist shell of his
There lies a yearning lover,
Slumbering to the vision of this world
Dying to be deeply loved,
And, re-loved—
Till there is no air to wheeze those
Questioning breathes and
Silently forbearing whispers into
And no land to brace that walk
No eyes to secrete his love from,
Only you,
To caress his old soul, and yet,
The only coy heart…
To tell you one fine day,
Oh yes, he do!

Friday 5 July 2013

Serenading Thy Love




Serenading Thy Love

Thou art the most precious thing
As thee occur’st in my life,
And I shall cherish thee
Till I heave and is alive!
The beautiful’st of my treasures
Thine love, o’ my humbl’st
And grav’st
Of all mankind!
Beyond all forevers’
When a star hath said
Its final goodbye
I shalt offer my wither’d hand
To thee, my pure’st soul,
And my sweet’st lie!

Not Just A Number—To Her


Not Just A Number—To Her

458 people died,
Oh! To what a horrendous number
The causality has flied
May God bring peace to their souls
A few days more and we shall soon,
Forget this whole—
Know the worth of his life
Which has been lost, an ago while
From those ambling the same mile
Wall to that creeping,
And twining vine
To whom he was sacred Nile
Quencher of thirst,
Bestower of pleased smile
Ask her whose joy has been
 Poisoned and tied
For the one she loved,
Has now died!

PS—Dedicated to those lost souls, precious to their loved ones and only a no. (number of deaths) to us…

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Together Forever



Embracing you my dearest
Whilst you hold my hand
And, Caress my cold skin
Lets me touch the nascent warmth
Of my thirsting soul
Cuddling the aflame desire
To be with you
Till eternity watch over us as—
Together Forever!