LOVE FOR BEING LOVED

To divulge about self ,

is to divulge about the biggest entity.

No one but you ,

know the reason about every knot untied in your life.

You know everything about your past , present , future.

You liked enumerable ,

you adored many ,

you loved few.

You laughed , you smile , you shed tears.

You shared some ,

you kept unshared a lot.

Monotonous can be no body's life ,

yours is the same.

Heart does a rhythmic beating ,

so does your fate.

Vulnerable to all kinds of emotions.

You fall , you rise , you walk again.

Everyone loves you ,

they will hate you someday.

They help you succeed ,

they will be envious of your success one day.

You are breathing now ,

you will be dead the very next moment.

You know everything , still pretend to be ignorant.

God has made you someday ,

he has a count of your beats.

Live your beats to the fullest.

Let others live their beats to the fullest.

Earn blessings , give blessings.

You think you are unique?

Its not because of the name you inscribe aside your doorbell.

Its cause of the love you gather cause you someday bestowed them too.

 

 

 

TERRORIST

He smiles.
He shed tears.
He breathes.
He sleeps.
But never can he be called a human.

He has a mother.
He has a child.
He has a wife.
He has a father.
But never can he be called a family member.

He attacks.
He destroys.
He snatches.
He kills.
But never can he be called a god.

He is a bruiser.
He is dangerous.
He is cold-hearted.
He is dreadful.

But never can he be called an ultimate devil.

 

For money once he fled away.

For being called rich; he had sway.

He hates self for being a killer.

He kills his soul every passing day.

But never will he be pardoned anyway.

 

His family curses him every hour.

His return will still be a pleasure.

Though he has caused them millions of misery.

Though they know he is a bloody looser.

But never will they want him to hang from the highest tower.

 

He was born as any other normal human.

His mother has fed him alike her other children.

He has stained self in game of blood.

The crackers exchanged with bombs and gun.

But never is he blessed long life by his mother insane.

 

He thinks he is brave.

Terror has created in him the slave.

The defiant slave against humanity.

His eradication is a necessary wave.

But never will he surrender till he is dig deep in his grave!

 

 

 

 

LADY DEATH

You write about love.

You write about flowers and dove.

You write about life.

You write about the beautiful bride.

Ever have you written on death so divine?

Or have you always thought her predestine?

She is a curse ; thought you.

She is an ugly demon ; screamed you.

Begged you ; to keep her away.

Worshipped almighty ; but she did not sway.

She rides a white silvery horse so beautiful.

Surrounds her the air chilly and cool.

She has wore a thousand jewel stuck crown.

Seeing you she does nothing but frown.

Mesmerised you walk to her briskly.

She grabs your soul slowly.

Tears it off from your earthly body.

Her face so enlightened and holy.

She wears a golden gown.

Throws your body harshly down.

Orders your soul to sit at her back.

You wonder why your conscience earlier lack.

She kicks her horse for a heavenly ride.

You hold her tight with your eyes open so wide.

Death is so beautiful you didn't know.

Thought you ; it was just a countdown show.

The horse brings you to heaven.

The path it knows from age eleven.

Welcomed were you with aroma of roses.

Giggling of the deceased and chirping of the closest.

Didn't know you ; being dead was so divine.

Living was difficult ; called dead is so fine.

Beautiful  is the lady ; so is her empire.

visits she but with a horror in shrine.
 

 

 

 

 



 

IN NEED OF AN ANSWER



Can I ask the seraphim of my delusions ,

why couldn't I commit rectifiable omissions ,

though which still gift me pain ,

incompetent when I am on the lonely lane?

 

With the ineffectual land of melancholy ,

and inherited misapprehend staring deadly ,

can I ask you my seraphim ,

where gone the precursor of my dream?

Where beauty is born of mute , insensate things ,

and life in it does prehensile;

O! seraphim of my delusions ,

couldn't I had my fate predestine?

 

  When I was left with betraying isolation?

Why didn't passion engulf me in allure?

Why wasn't I allowed to live precocious?

I need an answer from seraphim of my delusions!

I approached with friendliness and cared ,

still I was an element who interfered ,

I am honoured to ask you my seraphim ,

why the deadly scab was not overwhelmed?

 

Now when i prolong to forget ,

the days longer than years that i regret.

Why do you tend to leave my delusions ,

and make obsolete life bear no implications?

The etiquette of explainable feeling ,
seems to lack in the seraphim of my dealing ;
then just let me ask you my last question.
Why life for me is yet not an extinction?
 

 

 





I AM ON THE NINTH CLOUD TONIGHT

I saw you.
You saw me.
I passed a smile.
You returned it to me.
I touched your fingers.
You hold my hand.
I am on the ninth cloud tonight , I am.

 

You saw me.

I saw you.

You flew a kiss.

I caught it tight.

You spoke to me.

I saw your lips move.

I am on the ninth cloud tonight , I am.

 



I saw you.

You saw me.

I bid you bye.

You bid it back.

I dropped my tears.

You wishpered , ''don't cry''.

I am on the ninth cloud tonight , I am.

 

 

I HATE YOU

I hate to see you in peace.

I hate when you smile.

I hate you.

I love to see you drenched in tears.

I love when you stand in pain.

I hate you.

I love to see you lonely.

I love when you are in mess.

I  hate you.

 





I hate to see you alive.

I hate when you breathe.

I hate you.

 

I love to see you fail.

I love when you are being ditched.

I hate you.

 

I would cherish the moments I see you no more.

I would love when you die.

I hate you.

 



STOP THINKING

With chin over my palm.
I briskly think of my life.
Brevity of some sort is smashing it down.
Smashing it to lifeless minutes.
                                                           

                                                                      Breezy air has transformed into storm.

Estuary to painful brine.

I wish i could hold all changes.

Never would a tear scroll down.

 

 



 

 Responsibilities grabbing me tight.
Facial expressions doesn't change at all.
I eulogise of those childhood days.
Never did I think at all.

Money though luscious to soul.

My brain can't give up its thinking.

If my heart could stop bleeding profusely.

I would have frozen its feeling.

Life is molding into a beautiful me.

Still am ashamed of my selfishness.

Of all I can do to lighten this sane soul.

Is to stop thinking so tenous.

 

DRIZZLY LONLINESS

I woke this morning.

Discovered  my window panes wet.

Thought I cried the sky.

Open wide my window.

I saw nature's beauty rise.

Rejoiced the flowers and leaves underneath.

Green was all that I could see.

And plenty of colorful butterfly.

Thrived my mind to join them all.

Ran out of my rug and pillow.

It was a drizzly morning.

Never did I feel it before.

Divine was the breeze.

It cleaned me all.

Amidst those spherical tiny droplets.

I stood all alone.

 

HER ILLUSION

 

She just saw a mirage on an empty desert land.
She ran to it bewildered over the sand dunes destroying them.

She was about to reach when he again mislead her.

He disappeared and she found no trace of him.

Existed neither him nor the sand dunes.

 

No precipitation ever had squeezed out the life out of where she was standing.

She closed her eyes and swayed her breathe out.

Her head ached and feet burned.

She sat down like a lifeless doll.

Seldom did she smile.

Earth beneath her all wet.

Dusty , hungry , thirsty she.

Dying she.

Dead was her illusion.

Often an urge to stand up straight woke her.

All she saw was never ending earth.
Dried her tears before streaking down her cheeks.

Eyes half closed and eye lashes all wet.

'He' was running towards her with superiority and strength than others.

She smiled and slept again thinking it was a beautiful illusion.

She slapped her for seeing the impossible over and over again.

He came closer, kissed her forehead

and picked her up with gratitude.

His eyes wet.

She smirked and said,

''you are not late.

You kept your promise.

I can still die with you caressing me and

I lying over your lap''.

 

COME BACK

 

 

A tear streaked down my cheek.

My eyes could not hold it longer.

O DAMN! I still cry.

Your absence besides me hover.

I miss those endless talks;

giggling on silly jokes;

hand in hand for hours long;

eyes pained but didn't drop.

Cursing you for being late;

because u once made me wait.

O DARN! Come back now.

Am waiting the longest wait.

I slapped you for driving wild;

for dying was all i scared.

Lend your lap for a minute now.

I'll tempt to end my breathe there.

Chocolates and pizzas I didn't share.

I admit all was unfair.

Begging you a last chance.

Just want to enjoy your satire.

Honest I accept were always you.

I combat and mislead you with false tears.

Trust me I didn't intent wrong;

but I'll pay back all your defeats.

Sand had our legs droop in.

I quarrelled for not going back home.

Regretting those fights when you carried me.

Hugging you tightest should have I done.

I told you am sorry for everything.

''Can't forget you'' is my tag.

Come once atlleast on my funeral.

You'll see it inscribed over my heart.

 

STONE - A LIFELESS PIECE OF ROCK

It sat there with face down.
The rays were warming up.
It burned under the cruel sun.
Didn't utter a single complain.
Its mistake was it didn't breathe.
It was the dead creation of god.
It was the road side 'stone'.
It ws a lifeless piece of rock.

 River water spatter it again.

Still they say it didn't drink.

It woke up rinsing its eye in suprise.

It was among vivid beautiful organisms.

Harmed they each other but it remained unharmed.

Still it wanted to be among those breathing creations.

It knew it was just a wet river side 'stone'.
It was a lifeless piece of rock.
 

 A crying child kicked it hard.

                                                          It silently jumped high in pain.

                                                          Fell amidst the garbage scattered.

                                                          Thought it why the child cried.

                                                          It earnestly prayed for a single second life.

                                                          Unaware was it of the bitterness being alive.

                                                          Cause it was the tiny pebble 'stone'.

                                                          It was a lifeless piece of rock.

 

Came there an old gray haired lady.

She caressed it like her only dead child.

Cried she but silent tears.

She narrated all the pains suffered.

Listening was it; though dead.

Thanked almighty for not being alive.

It was the caressed 'stone'.

It was a lifeless piece of rock.







A DUST

A dust in air,

settled with a drop of rain.

Asked it bewildered,

"Ouch! why did you hurt me?

I was flying up in the sky.

 

 Could have flown till zenith high.

Why did you wet me, rain?

Answer me before you dry."

 

Smirked the rain drop.

Kissed the dust with pleasure.

innocent it was but wasn't ignorant,

about the rituals and fate.

Said it calmly but did console,

''How well could i help?

When your flying wasn't destined?

You are a dead ambiance.

No right to fulfil your desire.

I came in time to stop you.

To stop you fly high.

You will be blown away far across.

Cry will your native mother."

 

Timidly replied the dust.

"I wanna grow big.

Wanna see the world around.

Though my moving away

will make my mother cry.

I can't help my curiosity,

about the colours and their shine.

Wanna kiss the cloud.

With the swan wanna fly south.

Wanna burn under the hottest sun.

Chilling cold will surely be fun."

 

Dried the rain.

It was dead.

Dust missed its company.

But its little zeal couldn't die.

Came a blowing wind

ans it flew high.

Winked it at the wind.

Directionless was its journey.

But it went flying to explore.

Promised it, its mother sobbing,

"I will come back 'mommy'

with a grown up me."

 



HUNGRY SHE NEVER EVER WAS

SHE KEPT EMBRACING HER CHILD..

THE FEAR OF LOOSING MOTHERHOOD ECHOED LOUD AND LOUDER..

IT WAS LATE AFTERNOON WHEN SHE STOOD HOLDING HER CHILD TIGHTER..

BENEATH A TREE STOOD WERE SHE AND HER CHILD..

TEARS RUSHING DOWN WITH MIGHTY STRENGTH..

HAD NO EFFECT ON HER ALREADY SWOLLEN EYES..

DRUNK WAS SHE BUT A SORROW DRUNKER..

LIFE MEANT DESERTED WITHOUT HER ONLY CHILD..

HER HUSBAND DEAD..

DEAD ALL HER DREAMS SHE CHERISHED..

TO PROSPER, TO LIVE HAPPY..

NOW SHE WORKED UNDER THE NOON SUN..

BLED HER HANDS, SO DID HER EYES..

TO EARN A DAILY BREAD..

FOR HER ONLY STARVING CHILD..

HUNGRY SHE NEVER EVER WAS..!!
 

 

 

STOOD SHE FOR A PENNY..

PEOPLE STARING HER WITH DISGUST..

TOLERABLE WERE THEIR SLANGS..

INTOLERABLE WILL BE HER CHILD'S WOULD BE DEATH..

SHE RAN HASTILY FROM WOMEN TO MEN..

FROM CHILD TO OLD..

INVALID WERE HER REQUESTS..

MEANINGLESS HER URGES..

FAKE WERE HER CRIES..

FLED SHE TO THE GARBAGE BIN..

THRESH IT ALL DOWN..

SCROUNGEDSHE THE WHOLE MESS..

SCRAPPED SHE THE ROTTEN BREAD..

SHE LASTLY GOT HER CHILD TO EAT SOMETHING..

AND..

HUNGRY SHE NEVER EVER WAS..!!