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

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