The Grief

If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee
Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely,
More drear I cannot be!
My worn heart beats so wildly
'Twill break for thee--

And when the world despises--
When Heaven repels my prayer--
Will not mine angel comfort?
Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured,
By all my hours of pain
O I shall surely win thee,
Beloved, again!

A Moonlit Walk

A moonlit walk on a dusty road
Will give you peace and a getaway mode,
The silvery light at the moment bright ,
Will lift ur spirits to a newer height,
The peaceful walk with all your thoughts clustered up
Will let the words follow up
The deafening sounds of misery
Will soften up as history

The moonlit walk along the shore
Will bring in thoughts galore,
The gurgling sound of the water around
reminds you of your giggling mind as a little child

The moonlit walk around the block
seems so short , yet so far apart
The mesmerising street lamps there
Seem dimmer than the moonlight spread everywhere ,

The moonlit walk comes to a rigid end
When the realities of life step in and blend
The fear of walkin home again
Comes rushing back
And it'll never end
But then agian, the joy we have in both these worlds .....
Is neither worth comment nor amend

They Believe

They believe it was the last blow ,
And that the last thread that held me
will cave in easily ,
They believe that i'll no longer strive
for a worthy sense of appeal,
They believe they can throw me off the edge
And expect no response what so ever said ,

They believe i have been crushed
to a million pieces inside ,
What do they dont believe is the fact that
the pieces are a prize ,
Each prize gives you pride ,
some inspiration , some vibe
To stand up against this hideous jibe ,

They believe i 'll perish and fall astray in time
And that the end has arrived ,
They believe they've pushed me onto a rocky road
Out in the cold ,
What they dont believe is that
there most certainly will be for me ,
at a distance .... an abode .

An Introspective Soul

The thoughtful conscience
Is the grain of the soul
Seduced to commit right
Strayed to act wrong
The will sways directionless
Sometimes overpowering the heart
Sometimes overshadowing the mind
It weighs…
All times arousing the conscience
Into dimensions of our lives
We never steal into
We are scared to peer
The darkness of our heart
The sub consciousness of our mind
But a birth is an awakening
Of a reflective spirit
And awareness is enlightenment
Of an introspective soul
The insight comes…
Once in a life time.

A baby is born
Stirring hope…
A seed nurtured
Into a tree
We all feed on its fruits
Life long.

The Scarlet Letter

The winkled yellow page
Torn out on the sides
The ink blot
Denote the dry tear stains
Her lips curl…
Into a smile
Her pupils expand
And emote a sigh
She would hold her breath
Her body would stiff
Her hands would give away
They would shiver…
As it held a scarlet letter.
.
Love become hatred
Happiness befall sadness
Fear evolve anxiety
Are the shades of emotions
That mirror on her face
She would chide herself
Her resplendent expression
Would turn crimson
Her cheeks would blush
Sometimes her ears turn red
Sometimes her eyes would hold tears
Sometimes her hair would fall
Covering the scarlet letter.
.
Days had bygone
Months had past
Years had departed
The letters had faded with time
But she had memorized
Every letter by letter
Every word by word
Every sentence by sentence
By heart
Different meaning…
Would be conveyed
With the passion she read
The scarlet letter.
.
She had not known to read
She had not known to write
She would hear…
The magic of verse
The resonance of his voice
As if he had read it out
For her
His laughter echoing
His eyes smiling
Reflected in the spell of time
She would search…
Recognize his name
Engraved on the scarlet letter.
.
The promise…
Had forgotten the meaning of words
Had elapsed the importance of time
But not the sense of love
For she would be waiting.

Joy After Sorrow

Heavy does the heart feel-
Lonely does the mind think.
Though, surrounded by well wishers-
Search for solitude.

Emotion locked in heart-
Spill over to the kin.
Though, this quality gifted by Lord-
Turn the atmosphere depressing.

The secret is revealed-
The showers pour swiftly.
Though, the thought dwells-
Light does the heart feel.

Then comes tears of happiness-
Carving a smile on the lips.
Though, consoled by the beloveds-
The sorrow remains as silly memory.

Forgiven is the culprit-
Regained is the goodwill.
Though, quarrels do occur-
Nurture not hatred.

Let the joy spread-
Cultivate the habit of understanding.
Though, problems may arise-
Live life adjusting.

Horror Winter Story

Frozen in chilled icy water, when my chopper crashed
wrecked ice glares covered us, as we got smacked
by ice pieces, on a silent winter night in Siberia.
Moon shivering as unclad would do in this chilling wind
mind refusing to accept dense ice mountains and my serendi
As my conciousness returning to stable first thing i recalled is
You...................

Some time back i spoke to you, strolling with your dog
in beach prepareing for valentine day,with your mom
you already had your day, smiling gleaming evening
is about to bring in long dearthy night and left me at bay.


freightning Tempreture ridiculing our efforts to recover
as courage had already lost its jist vigour
glacial frigid frosty ice everywhere we are amedest
Nerves freezing blood as apathetic aloof winter
was celebarteing coquesting his fear of loosing us.

As we cleared ice, pilot busy with radio and me shivering
as helpless among winter, aspiring your warmth of presence
Body now a victim as winter chilling me fast in a hurry
glimpses of your face were only stanchion buttress

We got rescued but extint fear of loosing you i realised
now as you are in my arm i was telling you storey
of that winter evening which i will never forget
Tears in your eyes you embraced me as i completed
my nippy shivery invigorating horror wintry storey

The Treatment

he looks out the window
the bustling street beneath
people rushing everywhere
what thoughts wander, in his mind?

15 months flew by
in that very cot
waiting every day
with eternal hope in his eyes
that his wounds would heal

bloated egos
& toiling minds
years of cramming
& latest gadgets
no effort spared
to get him up

strange as it is
he was helping us
try to help him
for he was the nicest patient
any doctor could have

humbling it is indeed
the helplessness
what wouldn’t we give
when we look out the window
& see him there
in the bustling street beneath

Eloquent Silence

Eloquent Silence











And, there was noise
breached by a cry
devoid of a voice

Sobs that silently choked
Heart’ beat heard
In the void of sound
w’en air flowed
rustling din curled
leaves slowly furled
Eyes shuttered
shattering quiet

In warmth’s embrace
Breath whispered
on a shoulder
Leading the pause,
eloquent silence
was heard
above unheard clatter

And, there was noise...

Four Candles

Four candles
They burn slowly
Sharing hope and light
So pure, so white

The flames are yellow
While thy soul is red
Burning slowly
By the means of a thread
The thread of love, prosperity
In each other’s warmth

As their bodies degrade
The flames start to fumble
The end is near
Yet they have no fear
Anytime, they might crumble

Last pray to God
Lying in each other's embrace
And offer the last glow
The breath stops, they die
Damn, it’s dark again

An Enigma

Lost and found
With seasons of life
Every turn…
Unfurl new dreams
As pages of a dairy
Flutter in the wind
With stories…
Told and untold.


With hope
Promises shadow…
Like a bark of a tree
The leaves fall
With the gush of breeze
The words on the dairy fade
Those letters look uneven
A voice echoes

And love becomes…
An enigma
The winter tear
Dries on my chin
With an ache in my heart.

The Right Side Of The Bed

Lying alone,
there is no more a fight to lose
for the right side of the bed
We always wanted to end up
after making love, on
the right side of the bed

Heard that it snowed
in the mountains last night
Snow draped images
watched alone on news tonight
The wet powdery feel
of fresh new snow
Still imagined in memory remains

The sand clock still sits
on my desk
Distilling memories
pouring sand in a thin line
Extracting every nuance of time
Extruding every moment fine

Every time clock turned around
I lose instants once every while
All moments lost, make a heap
Memories flown from my hoard deep

Inside the desk
are my favourite memories
all together in comfort, tied loose
amongst Escape mixed spring flower scent
stowed away in letters with your fragrance

Open the desk to let
memory vagrant fly at me
Memories that tumble, fall in a stumble
Watch them play their ruse with me
My fingers come away
with faint bouquet of perfume you used

The right side of the bed
The silence of falling sand
You, asking me to write in verse
Me, searching for unknown words
Times that I fought with you
You throw at me, a, I love you
Never did I know what to do
Now wonder, how did that you do?

I still search to hear
The texture of your voice when alone
Turn around to catch
Warm colored, sun-kissed love
in your eyes forlorn

As I lie on the right side of the bed
staring at the sand clock, lonely
They are silent
My distant thoughts
Lost in memories
of their own, I look on...

Before We Meet

Wen my heart feels better
And I am myself again
When the clouds shall part
And loving You shall be no pain

When the copper moon shall rise
I'll wake my sleeping heart
To let your stormy passion
inherit my lovelorn part

If You be the crackling fire
Then I be the moth to the flame
We shall drink passion's wine
And play cupid's lovely game

This is a prelude to enchantment
To give our Later life a velvet touch..
A pretence That You & Me are strangers
will help Us ride out of the stormy lurch

We are captives of fateful sensibility
And so we have to hide that forbidden fire..
Till our Souls are Liberated
& WE meet forever.................................

...

Thoughts of a Musician

With my Guitar, i gone to a world of unseen
Where mind stops wondering and soul
starts to speak its untold secrets.
Finger tips creating fusion by pulling strings,
creating tunes of dearth separations or pleasing
union jubilation which are never even experienced.

You wonder, how a musician creates its music?
imagining separation, he cries in vain of pain,
feeling dry buried ardent deperation in his heart
as a lover's grief poured in its tune telling his story.

Beaming in glitters of buoyant exuberant he dreams
of love making, and union of two hearts as they
experience sanguine gleeful of union and upbeat euphoric.

I pose a question, to meter limits of their sentiments
Even musing tears in separation,they create music of
illumination and while at apogee of ecstatic exquisite rhapsodic
their tunes embarks inconsolable woebegone of soul's grief.

Drowning in these thoughts, my tune is completed
To repose words, i tried to ponder on the opus étude
But the question still remain unanswered
how two extremes are gratified, while not even endured ?

Death of Thought Foretold

Muddled
in my mind
lie about
a perfect day’s ruin
Brilliant azure wall,
plagiarising the sky,
don’t hide blue pall

Outside
on the parapet
Alone,
a one legged pigeon
stands woefully
staring into my thoughts
Doleful eyes bind
at the deformity

Pile up feelings
of forgotten passion,
rediscovered,
embrace ennui
The tongue tastes fear
slime on the teeth
The breath sombre stinks
putrefying ideals

The pen abruptly jerks,
slides sideways
Collecting, connecting
disjointed words
Pauses, with the idea
a scrawl illegible
as wasted lament
descends

Words falter,
lead by emotions
in a halter
Hop on lame feet
amongst scraps
of scribbled sheets
Destitute remains
view deformed

Not volant on paper
unread,
it foretells
death of the thought..

You & Me

I am a word
A string of alphabets
Carelessly wooven
Loosely shaped
Without a reason
Without rhythm
I exist
As plainly
As woodenly
As one can
As many do
But when you add
That magical touch
That essence
That soul
You
I become me
The word with a meaning
With an origin
With a reason to exist,
To be
Me

Flowers

You give me the slip between garlic and lilies,
as if this is what comes of my unprotected
loves, of my hands in the sweet earth,
their willful miscegenation of the border bed
where you're tucked in deep with tulips, too,
like just one more of their heart-freaks:
a fluke diamondine flake, a thin vein gone gold.
Being mine, you'll grow up a girdled tree, girt
with a ringed-around root, nothing like
the fruitful vine of good wives—one of which
I'll never be so, my not-love-knot, you may
as well come up instead like a kiss:
the one wind gives to rouse the Japanese maple,
October's aerialist, its bright aureole
in the last late sun a red mouth, opening.

Memories

I sit watching the clouds floats by,
I sit the Sun and the Moon rise and set
And the Stars twinkle till the skies turn red
Images flash through my mind.
As i turn the pages of time, I remember,
Memories both sweet and bitter,
Of times not long gone by,
Memories of a dream
That a time will come when
Only sweet memories
Fill me with ecstasy, Ecstasy of fulfillment,
Ecstasy of satisfaction,
Ecstasy of of an ever lasting friendship.
Ecstasy of eternity, So I wait for that time.
I know my dream will come true
Thus life moves on.
And I just wait and wait.