Mighty Author

Would you work on your favorite make?

For easy is your reader’s heart to break

For who cannot bear to be tormented

Poems from you for her were first invented.

Against bearing, reasoning and fusion

To learn your bold creation

And those flavors, I shall mention

I linger upon everlasting composition

It serves to keep this heart in motion

I feast upon my endless starvation

For love first takes undue proportion

I am sure will still answer my intention

Of misery a reluctant obsessed

Of all intense passions chest

Of fear fused with binding share

Unknowingly a duel hard to spare

Hysteric fits at least a score

If you find an occasion none or more

From hysteric to fainting fits under pressure

The fair ones pleasure then hard to measure

Of Sighs and groans go in no account

Burden your soul with vast amount

A deranged fever of loss may add

Dear author, you made your lover mad

Pack your hero’s sword and heart

Let your heroine play her part

Her brown eyes were not meant to weep

Hear her voice and in her arms find your sleep

Would you work on your favorite make?

For easy is your reader’s heart to break

For who cannot bear to be tormented

For her your last will never be expected.

I am not my fear

From gates of midnight gape
In a blackest drape
A blacker shape
Near the farthest dark
Beyond forbidden mark
Mourns an ancient scar
Beneath a brazen skin
Lives a shameful deed
Neither moves nor is still
A rock hardly seen
A wound now bleeds
Affection grew mean
Fixed in the despair eternal
Forced to crime infernal
Branded as an angel
Reason of bothered brows
His warmth of unspoken vows
I kneel down, head held low
A giant tear glimmering
Two hearts aching
Bravery disheartening
Gigantic sorrow and disdain
And then pain of your pain
Still breathing complains
Like a spell was broke
Fairy tale midnight stroke
Dreamy will provoked
Heart with a wild throb
Mind eager to probe
A laugh followed by a sob
Your trust in my hands, I save
Your determination and courage
Crushed a shape in blackest drape

Dream of a Night

I lie not on grass, but on your throbbing chest
The world is going dark and so is our sight
Warmth of your body, brings bliss and rest
And heal my fears as you hold me tight

How clear through the clouds, sky shines
We lie beneath in her guardian silver light
It seems you are whispering with the winds
Tomorrow stay awake, but dream tonight

Your love I will not, will not share
Your smile I will not, will not let fade
The grieves may wound us, The wrongs may tear us
These thoughts reign my senses as I lie here senseless

And this shall be my dream to-night
As far as these sleepy eyes can strain to see
I long never to leave and always to be held
In endless bliss of your arms for endless years

Head upon the clouds

I know of a dead heart buried in a body of white
Of a skin that glows crimson at the sun rise
Of a mouth filled with mysterious murmurings
Of an ear that witnesses mournful pleadings
A jubilant songbird sobs and sings at same time
Makes heavy heart heavier at every note piped
But I know too of woods in the north side
With heavenly perfume bringing senses alive
Where a ravishing flood washes away your remains
Tall palm trees to jump from or hang till you die
The wanderer breathes freshness but not for long
As dreadful creatures are hungry as they stride
A desire dwells as the air that blows through green
As you come under its soothing shade to sit
A desire free of fierce from sufferings of life
A desire to live again, to give life another chance
Human! your marvelous greed to remain content
A search never ending, A thirst beyond quenching
Its not in these woods that you will find homage
These woods are as dangerous as your agonized mind
Stay calm, go home, Its where you will always belong
Life is a path, travel through with a smile or just scowl

Indian Rose

Rose is a tremendous menace, symbol of evil
Allures a heart and deceits many with fake demeanor
With in the portals and eternal shades of temples
Hideous rose conceals its uncharted animus

Depart oh troubled mind! To your instinct, very own
To your soul, pricked by Rose, very own
Undermine the affection, that you summoned
Before you stand twilight of defeated avowal

Turned blue to black, in self fabricated demise
Blood of betrayal cause I met Rose in diguise
The red color was analogus to liquid in my viens
It took a life time to know Rose's true desire

Tears are not enough...

Pearl-white, transparent and magnificient
Lonely, dark-shaded, scary and pungent
Flashing between the despairing eyes
An awful gate of guilt, a gate of pride

On comfort is snatched my joyous smile
In anguish I am bathed in blood that I cried
On every moan beneath the sun of your choice
Roasted and tortured till half dead and half alive

Oh yes, the dearest god keep scrolls of deeds
To me he whisper solemn tale of my sins
Like a sinking ship, I drown in my own tears
Don't have faith, Faith is only to bluff a neophyte

Across the barrier of old life, nothing is new
Being loved or loving is not meant for a culprit
Don't hope for an angel to appear. These are my counsel.
Inside gate of guilt finally, I am resting in my mausoleum

Reminder

Beneath my window, shadows are calling.
Familiar mysteries are always stalking.
Faint voices in my head are deafening.
The phone rings,and I rise to my entity.

In my perfect little world, people greet.
They smile and talk every time they meet.
Some gatherings are random, just to forget.
Sometimes we gather just to discuss trade.

Intent to be closed, Not a word should slip.
Pushing my feelings at the world's extreme.
I tread with reprieve of being unseen.
Yet someone inside me shines far gleam.

I climb up and down, walk back and forth,
Then sit, then stand, look around and sit back,
Look at my screen, a face staring my face.
Behind that face, enough is left to accomplish.

Sit lone but passionate to claim my being,
A marvel of million thoughts, an effort to stay at peace.
Soulless I've become, should have left to seek.
Filled with a foolish fear of being impeached.

My fingers cautiously placed, and eyes wander blindly.
Tapping for my work, loosing the clock i am given.
Not a burden. To me this is my voyage to relief.
Be yourself for a piece of day, feels like a treat.

The mind that bears, The heart that fears,
The eyes that cry, the face that frowns,
A question of smiling, unanswered by soul.
Guilty of being reminded, that I'm not worth at all.

Driving back to an anonymous home,
Thinking constantly without a pause,
Sun is shining through the white clouds,
A moment so mine, an appreciation for my toil.

I know not my dream was broken,
I know those shadows still lurk in a corner,
I pretend that I only see them while I'm asleep,
The phone rings, and I feel I rise to my entity.

Condemned Innocent

PART I

Burn along my heart, cruel, insensitive one
You are a monster of my dreams, the ugliest one
For long I have saved my trembling anger
Speaking curses for you, deep under my breath

I swallow my abated howls, rinse my faith in tears.
My present can be imprisoned, but destiny is revenge.
Prick my bleeding wounds as deep as you should.
Char my marred skin, as long as you could

In this corner, I am molested. In this corner I am beaten.
Same corner where they urinate, the corner where I stink
And I breath your clothes, these still exhale your presence.
The sweet, yet stale smell of you my dead lover

This night, two corpses side by side we seemed
Other nights, I dwelled in your bed's abyss
I bury my aching head into your tresses of hair.
Those hair once I caressed holding you in my arms

I want to live, Live!! rather than die.
I want to kill, Slaughter !! Rather than cry.
I won't wish, if this was a dream and could be over.
I won't lavish an imagination, all I plan is to butcher.

Night that's mine

I watch in the night

A Noisy storm and a helpless rain
Light waning under mist with shame
Then frightens as it stirkes again
An world calling out one single name
Leaving watchlights worthless for a while
Shattering clouds, overpowering fears
Moment of silence in cacophonous fight
A night once quiet, now breaking in tears

I watch in the night

A furious stream and a broken tree
Hastle they both for a path that leads
Banished, uncomforted, yet not free
Living may be loving it thoroughly
Hearing the noise of broken green
He grieves the victory over uprooted ally
Yet the egoist denies the blame of game
Flowing swiftly like guilt is desolate

I watch in the night

All night through without sleep
I weep and weep and I weep
Who shall give harmony and faith?
Who shall stop this melancholy night?
Handover the guns or let the swords play
Horror will end when some blood will spill
I do not grudge or repent this night
Spent in rain so close to me

Maid of the Wood

In wild forest, all brown and dark
Where blood is sprinkled on green grass
There stood a dreaded tenement
Once confused with a dream house

Here silence is the master with lips of glue
Forbidden is the language of truth
A tongue undisturbed maintained the law
Whips till she shrieks and then left to crawl

Long had the fair one sat in peace
Had none remained to save, only she
She had been the one and only one
Had not left her own company in grief

Cold blows of night, her dream's obscure
Alone, pale she shivers in fire and snow
Nothing much to fear,nothing much to admire
Her heart is a burden, burden of desires

Spiders are busy in knitting death
A certain sign that her life is cursed
Her crippled leg and a broken arm
A certain sign that it is just a start

Stronger and stronger the terror rose
Maid of the wood, now prisoner of walls
Each breath was painful from the previous one
Life becoming feeble under flickering torch

Neglected mansion and they all pity
Perishing flowers and they all pity
Now spring weeps and sun bleeds
Remains behind, Her rotten corpse

Silly love

My words are not sophisticated
My poem won’t be published
I had written to convey a message
If I have a cut, you have the bandage

I may not have the best tunes
It won’t put your heart into loops
But my music, is all I have
To express this feeling, I save

I can’t paint any masterpiece
With those, no King can be pleased
But my colors are my love’s reflection
I’d paint you in red and yellow combination

I can’t do salsa with alluring moves
Am I good dancer? I can’t prove
But I want to share the dance floor with you
And then whisper in your ear, I miss you.

Don’t count on me; I’m not a sport player.
I’ve not got much of spirit or flare.
But If I score, when ever I play
I’ll wave at you, it’s for you, I’ll declare.

I don’t make sculptures, I don’t know how to
But If I get some clay and furnace too
I would mould a figure resembling your face
It can’t be your disguise, I’ll expect no praise.

Hey boy, I can do anything to show
That I love you and I know
That you would not refuse
If I propose……………..?

Rise of christ

I was devastated to see him bleed
I collapsed, when he couldn’t stand on his feet
He was beside us in every crest and trough
I couldn’t save him, when he was in need

I stand numb near a pillar of white marble
Hiding my self, from that brutal slaughter
My feeble voice could not call for help
Dressed in black, I have got no pride and guilt

I hold a cloth, embraced close to my chest
I’ll heal his wounds when soldiers leave
No I won’t cry in front of him, it’s not right
It’s our last rendezvous, my last good bye.

His blood stained white walls in crimson
His screeches were louder than a torrent
My tears were not going to stop
The injustice of the king won’t be opposed

Hours have passed, King’s mercy has dried
Whole castle echoes with my cries
He looks into my eyes to console my pain
Oh lord, are you the source of his strength

I dared my men, to rescue my ally and their savior
I dared the god, to kill all human kind in a hurricane
But none of my pleas were given a humble heed
I had to settle for his content smile, that I tried at least.

My inefficacy consumed my self, I fainted
I don’t remember what happened next
I woke up in my bed, covered in sheets
Oh god, was it just a dream

The idiocyncracy of Death was over
I could smell the sweet breeze of summer
What I just witnessed was to my surprise
The rise of Christ

Conflict is in me

Wrong decisions bring crisis on me.
Days from past bring chaos to me.
I move faster, push a bit harder.
Now it seems, I pulled it closer.

I fear to look behind, my trailing crime.
My eyes won’t bear its evil smile.
I pray to lord, to end this run
Now it seems he’s having fun.

And Now…..

Slay me alive, take my life.
Stab my body a hundred times.
And I won’t let my strength die.
Rather I’ll kill the enemy and die.

My conscious haunts me to endless race.
I won’t escape and see demon in his face.
This war is silent, the clashes are inside.
My own fears were reining my pride.

I won’t hide my face, and cry anymore
Will unite my tears and let the flood flow
The wounds won’t heal, but my victory is for sure
The scars will make me ugly, but my soul it won’t.

Foolish was I

My memory is my fear, hopeless dreams reign
All the stars fade, when I want to see his face
My path is lost, when I think I can reach him
Foolish I tried unlocking my fate without a key.

My miracles won’t happen, endless troubles.
These 15 days have made me old enough.
These 227 miles have defeated my efforts.
Foolish I kept thinking that this won’t be over.

My desires were a burden, I’ll burn them.
This poem that I am writing, I won’t share.
Cut my throat, if you hear me say I love you.
Foolish I still can’t win over my emotions.