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

Another Gem From The Last Moghul

Not the light of any one’s eyes!
nor the solace for any one’s heart
of no use to anyone,
I am that one fistful of dust

I am not the song infusing life,
why would anyone want to hear me
I am the sound of separation,
I am the wail of much distress

My complexion and beauty is ravaged,
my beloved is parted from me
the garden that got ruined in autumn,
I am the crop of its spring

I am neither anyone’s friend,
nor am I anyone’s rival
the one that is ruined, I am that fate
the one that is destroyed, that land

Why should anyone come to sing a requiem
why should anyone come to offer four flowers
why should anyone come to light a candle
I am the tomb of that destitution