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

A Failed Poet

As a poet much-maligned,
Having failed at my art
To enthral the gathering
From the poetic parley, I depart

Some remnants from my abode
You shall find
An anthology of this berserk rhymester
One of its kind
Unearth you will, another thing of mine,
A broken, empty goblet of wine

I yearned to walk on glowing embers,
On a bed of thorns lie,
Moreover, to the heart’s content,
My destiny decry
Oblivious of many such asks
I walk away from unfulfilled tasks.

Though on my last leg
The final journey is held-up
Wonder if my broken heart
Still has some desires pent up
Oh my heart, let me go
Allow me to take a bow.

Unfulfilled Dreams

Far away on the horizon
As the day tapers off
And the dusk like a coy bride,
Envelops the sky
My invigorating thoughts envisage someone,
Lighting up a lamp of my dreams

On an odd occasion, when
Unwieldy felt the gasp
Impulsively brimming with tears
were my eyes,
Someone with a flutter walks up
Furtively, tugging at the heart

At times the union of hearts,
Never comes through
While ties spanning generations
Sometimes emerge out of the blue
Caught in this dilemma profound, my hostile heart
Bears the brunt of others agony, despite being mine,

Privy to all the deep secrets, my heart
Knows how the dreams turned propitious
These dreams so exclusively mine,
Never shall their shadows be ever taken apart.

Existential Crisis

My existence so pointless for all to see,
Alike shadow of a parched tree

Despite the presence of loved ones
Dwells loneliness inside
Welled up tears manifesting glee,
My eyes have often cried.

Bawling in happiness had me cloyed,
In this world, I feel anxious and paranoid.

Monsoon has poured its heart out,
With passion, the rivers are gushing about
Flowers have started to blossom,
Smiling buds present a sight awesome

Barren remained a solitary branch, albeit spring shower,
That thus far never could bear a flower.