Forsaken Love

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

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

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