In essence, as a poet, when I do mull over
I blend, infusing soul into nature’s every speck
Drifting apart from you, O friend, I so dread
As if finding a Lacuna in life’s every aspect
Alas, these compulsions for forsaking love
She Pacifies me, and I console her in turn
Behold my courage and the state of mind
I tangle up yet again the strands I have untangled
It’s your gathering and display, so damning the restraints
Here I rise, oh you tyrant, and slink quietly away
A lone heart and an unrelenting storm of misfortunes
A piece of glass shattered on every rock I have met
Looming Gloom
The mental state lately is turning oblivious to distress,
My share of every joy seems to regress
Just ahead of daybreak, as downpour gets persistent
Happiness becoming the cause of grief often is consistent
Towards the beauty of both worlds, the notion of apocalypse is leading
Where congregation is the same, but the charm is receding
Exact same wine, the goblet, the bartender, and the Inn
However, the sounds of revelry and carousing get thin
Steady is my companion, yet the heart does suffocate
It’s the same lamp even-so brightness seems to dissipate
There is tumult, yet hidden underneath an Oceanic wave
The once pounding heart in a murmurous fashion behave
Such is my predicament though unchanged life remains
As if from life, its very spirit is on the wane
The Ripple Effect
Like a ripple, the heart has just felt a surge,
A whiff of fresh air perhaps has caused this scourge
Somewhat delicate in disposition, I am too
Moreover, this hurt is still anew
There is commotion in the cockles of the heart
As if a wall had fallen apart
Interest in this teeming world appears to abate
What is amiss, yet I fail to relate
Amid the archipelagos of memories, in spate
Your voice even now seems to resonate
In dark alleys of the town
Life in your quest still looks around
Good times shall usher in your life too
There’s a lifetime ahead, don’t rue
Hundredth Post
From scratchy scribbling
in a personal log
Timid were beginnings
showcasing the minds clog
Prodding by few
had me revved up
A piece ensued
on thoughts pent-up
Stroke of luck
did play a part
Published it got
giving me a start
Platform I needed
to chronicle my thought
Blogging on WordPress
as a vehicle sought
Amidst the chaos
of likes, comments, following
Committed to creating
content, I kept slogging
Upon scrutiny my
work might not pass
Yet satisfaction this endeavour
entailed, does everything surpass
Today I feel
like raising a toast
Here in revelry
writing my hundredth post
Nostalgic Yearning
Agog with desires, the heart was beset,
Amidst loads of desperation, it broke into a sweat
Not a witness to anything besides vindictiveness from you
Yet something that the mind found captivating is a cryptic clue
I cannot simply keep my eyes wide open
Around whose imagination are my thoughts woven
Never made anything conspicuous about my veiled wish
Yet with deft exchange of looks managed to accomplish
Blood of countless, your memories have drawn up
Consumed by grief, many had their courage blown up
That sense of hesitancy vanished from her composure
My constant babbling almost bowled her over
The Flame of Love
The universe, to encompass your expanse, would struggle
Only in my heart is where you can snuggle
The stigma of polytheism, your isolation never shall beget,
In mustering the courage to show your face, mirror shall fret
I am that facade, without whose eternal sleep,
To follow, in my footsteps none shall leap
It’s not your chore emissary go your way,
Who else but the heart, my beloved’s message convey.
Tears no longer can extinguish the fire of love roused
This fire is not the one that water could have dowsed
Oh God, this inexplicable charm keeps my mouth agape
Though a great many tried to run, none managed to escape
Pangs of Separation
Like the breeze of early spring gusts
After infusing hue in the blossoms
Do come over, so the garden transacts
its business, in a fashion awesome
The coop is crestfallen, friends,
At least do urge the Zephyr
To invoke God, if it will, somewhere
Speak of my beloved, in good measure
Let the first light befall, for once,
With a quiver of your lips
And the twilight, exuding musky fragrance
of your tresses, the atmosphere eclipse
Aggrieved yet deep-rooted are ties
Laying the impoverished heart, aside
A mere utterance of your name shall
beckon this sympathizer, swelled with pride
Whatever I endured, so be it
But the parting night do know
That my tears have embellished
Your passing, making it aglow
Nowhere along the way did I fell
A sense of belonging
Walking away from the beloved’s street
Only to reach a noose hanging
Life – I Ain’t Miffed
Certainly not miffed with life
Just a little perplexed
Your innocuous questions make me
Distraught at the slightest pretext
The thought of handling tribulations
To survive never did cross my mind,
That debt had to be re-paid
For beaming a smile, none did remind
Occasionally when my face, a grin begets
The lips seem laden with debt
The sorrows of life have taught me
Decoding relationships by casting new light
I found the comforts of shade
Under the bright, scorching sunlight
Now that emotions are welled up
Tears would trickle down the cheeks
Perhaps tomorrow for these very droplets
The eyes shall hanker to weep
Have no clue when it got lost
Where it was misplaced
That lone drop of tear
Which I had tucked away is untraced
The Healing Touch
Who’s that one with messianic healing touch
Whom do I reach out to
Let know, oh dreadful loneliness
Whom do I reach out to
Staying hushed suffocates every breath
Like a sting of a serpent
Disgraced, I feel in heaving a sigh
Whom do I reach out to
Phew! these sighs of silence
Deceiving the heart
Ooh this blaring sound of quietude
Whom do I reach out to
A Grievance
Although fostering a grievance Come over simply to impair my heart Retrace your footsteps, once again To forsake me and depart. Let the illusion of my pride of love remain somewhat intact You may well bend over backward on occasion To mollify me, as a matter of fact Even though our relations are Nowhere close to days of yore Yet, turn up for the sake of tradition and Ways of the world to fulfill a chore To whom all am I obliged to Disclose the reason for the estrangement Conceding that you are irked with me Show up for the world at large For ages, I have felt deprived of The gratification of expressing grief My beloved show up to make me cry So that I could find relief This confounded heart, yet has Expectations from you to cope Do come back to extinguish These last candles of hope
Spurious Connections
Vows, promises, love, loyalty
Are no more than empty talk
No one is yours in this world, these
Fake relationships could take a walk
With a messiah in tow, you would
Still not be salvaged, despite the claims
Your own flesh and blood shall
At last, consign you to flames
Eventually, the one soaring in the skies
Will coalesce in soil, notwithstanding acclaims
They would stick together, in happier times
Only to abandon you while in distress
Professing false allegiance, people at large
Will themselves, your emotions transgress
Those out to deceive God, in manipulating
Humans never shall remorse express
Oh, Gory Death
Always on the prowl,
Oh, gory death
Searching for ways foul
To surreptitiously snatch a breath
With a colossal appetite
Insatiable in its usual fill,
Now feeds on mortal’s plight
Breeding corona for cheap thrill
Indiscriminate in choice of the palate
Devouring young and old alike
By infesting scores through secret ballot
Mayhem in households strike
Rejoicing in human upheaval
Has been its horrid hallmark
Unleashing epidemics since time medieval
To plunge the world in times so stark
On a mission intrinsically so inhumane
Wielding a vice-like grip on mankind,
Brazenly disrupting the familial chain
contrarily inhabiting cemeteries un-designed.
Battling unprecedented jolt at length
Although the world has resigned
Yet death, in a show of strength
Through new mutants continues its grind
Life So Vacuous
Filled with deep-seated vacuum
Is everyday life’s gist
Like a stranger in my own skin
I exist
Never letting up for a moment too
This sadness nowhere
Loses sight of my heart
At times with a smirk,
Inching stealthily on its tiptoes
Grief embraces me
Desist playing with me, oh my sorrow
This game of mockery
Never could I sleep
Having somewhere misplaced
My happiness, just like
After filling in name and address
one forgets by
casually putting it away
Strangely agonising
is this helplessness
Tottering Mind
It’s often also noticed,
From the shackles on the psyche
The embodied mind tries to break free
Thirsting for the unknown and
In search of a mysterious hope
The instincts are on a perpetual spree
Along the way,
On the path of life
The flowers that have bloomed blithely
Which of these do I filch,
To adorn it in the mind precisely
Am afraid,
Have no inkling of this complexity,
Unravelling it, perhaps too naive to know
Whom to embrace as the beloved and
Whose affection to forgo
Ordeals of Life
It’s hard to fathom a sensation of heartburn
And a storm in the eyes
Why is every soul anxious in this city
I fail to surmise
Conceding that heart is alive and kicking,
Can one probe a reason for it to pulsate
For what reason apathetic and lifeless
Like a stone is its state.
Inexplicable, oh my friends
Is the extent of loneliness
How come, till the line of sight
there is wilderness
Is there anything distinct
In me, that reflects
The mirror seems to give
An impression of being perplexed
The Travails of a Loner
A loner in this town
Through the afternoon and well past sundown
Looks around for means of subsistence
And a dwelling with endless persistence
The day is akin to a hollow vessel
And night resembles a pitch-dark pit
These gloomy lonesome eyes
In lieu of tears, smoke omit
The motive to live none at all, however
With thoughts to perish as an excuse, wrestles.
Having never witnessed these longer than life
Roads reach their destination
They keep sprinting across
Not for a moment halting at any station
In this strange metropolis,
Seeks out a recognizable face to criss-cross
The Quest
The heart once again seeks,
Those leisurely days and nights
Having to sit around
In the imagination of the beloved
Soaking up the soft winter sunshine
Lounging in the courtyard
Pulling over the eyes, your
Stole as a shadow
At times lying prone and at others
Switching to a posture, lateral
Alternatively, on those hot summer nights,
When the easterly winds blow
Staying awake till late
On the spread of cold white sheets
To carry on gazing at the stars,
Sprawling on the roof
Or else in snowy winters
Atop any mountain
Listening to echoing silences
of the valley
Savouring those mushy moments
And holding them in the mind’s eye
Heart’s Lament
On the path of misery
The one who abandoned me
Why shouldn’t the world
Accuse you of treachery
Leading on through fake dreams
May someone upon you cheat
Let your heart too
Like a mirror shatter
In a fashion similar to mine.
The one to incinerate
Every desire of mine
In copiously flowing tears
May you drown
Go away, the nemesis of love
Let the shore of desires
Never get to be in your grasp
The one to rock my boat
by raising a storm in the heart
In every alley, jilter
You gain notoriety
May you yearn for love
In every gathering
Yet run into lonesomeness
The one to make me
A portrait of sadness
A Decree of Destiny
It has to do with destiny, have none
To hold grouse against, neither blame to toss
The one to walk two steps along
That companion never did stumble across
Wonder at those blessed with happiness
One of a kind to whom amity did befit
My dreams like delicate petals lay shattered,
For love never blossomed, perhaps it was beyond the remit.
Peculiar seems this juncture, where have I arrived?
Everyone appears alien to me here.
Whom do I confide woes in, nobody would pay heed,
Conjecture of hope is a fallacy sheer.
Hoping someone would reach out or
Give-a-shout, patiently I stood around
Inebriation held me together in life, since
Fidelity, friendship, love bequeathed no rewards abound.
Reminiscences
Nostalgia recalls to mind,
Those vibrant moments of togetherness
Woven with beautiful dreams
Envisaged with you
Sometimes walking along the shaded pathway,
While on occasions getting scorched in sunlight
Together, you and I, even soaked,
Under the pouring heavens too.
At times never realizing how the day,
Had descended into a twilight
Every so often, wading through the night,
Counting stars in the sky
No matter how resplendently the season,
Bedecks itself with blooming flowers
Without you, even the cheery Spring
gives the impression of chilly Autumn to me
With Vermilion filled parted tresses,
And feet adorned with red dye
Even the bride-like gorgeous sunset
In your absence, ironically stings me.
A Journey Cut Short
You and I till yesterday, as companions
Were inseparable at heart
What transpired in the journey today
That did us apart?
Though my heart fumes
Yet remaining silent is the aim,
I am not the one to complain about
For that matter, attribute blame.
How is it that the desires, yours and mine
Got crumbled and could never align
Wonder why the darkness never sheds light
Till miles ahead, no imminent brightness is in sight,
How did this dark-night come to life?
Causing an uncalled for strife
As much as I want to depart from your world
The more my love for you gets unfurled.
Our dreams that once got fructified
Are now holding my hands tied
The proclamation that in death too
You shall always be by my side
At every juncture of life,
hand in hand stride
Why then, amidst our journey
You chose to walk away and spurned me
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