Lover Eye

She stared back,
She stared me equally tensed,
No smile, No frown.
Not knowing what to do?
Am i alive or dead?
She wanted to figure her existence in my stare,
She was there on the audience,
And me the clown of the show trying to fit the case,
The innocence was too much to miss.

Every smile in my face answers all the truth she ever wanted to know,
But this evening was different.
Was she herself?
Did she know that only I can see her and no one else.
Does she realise only her presence can be felt but not seen by the rest,
But she was all my eyes lies.

Bringing back the sweet memories of the old past,
The same passion,
The same kindness.
A past I wished to wash off,
A past that remembered when an emotional apocalypse creates repression in my brains,
I tried to save my fumbling,
But as always end up ruining my character,
Then to distract I shouted loud my verse,
"O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour........"

Naah it couldn’t catch the right pitch,
Nor the feel it should have,
Disappointments,
Distressed,
Again I promised that this was my last attempt to stage.
My passion was her sacrifice.

My mind flew back to the days of her life,
Memory of her presence,
Her love for my act,
Inspiration it all was.
The memory of her act,
The tragedy it all was.
Little I know the anger would kill the angel,
My life was cursed since then.

Now that my work was over,
I can't quit the stage,
And thought “No matter what, the show must go on ",
And then went straight to my beloved fiancée.

But it rained....

There she was standing in the crowd,
Withholding the deadness she felt.
She was the doll of the show,
Modeling herself the whole day.

All the rituals were the extra burden,
Flowers blossomed in her head,
Beautifying the unreal self.
Again and again and again!!

Dazed about her feeling,
Was she happy for the cross over,
Or would she regret this day for rest of her life.
Was it even her choice to start with?

But for now she had to smile,
And flash at the cameras spotting on her.
Aaahhh, the world sure is easy for pretence,
For them this day is the typical happy ever after.

She stood there with her supposed love,
Accepting the appreciations and wishes.
She was so tired,
Her body is already aching now.

And still they expected a lot from her,
Poor she, trying to show her unfound strength,
Wishing the finale of this episode,
She stayed on and on...

Dance, Music, Foods,
All set there to enjoy,
But did she?
She hardly will remember.

Atlast she was done with the stage,
Now she can enjoy her food,
But naaah, she has to pose a little now,
A little blush and smile was taken debt on.

Then later she is was spared,
She took her plate and sat with her dad,
He was munching his last bite,
Lost in the thoughts.

She said nothing,
Just enjoying the presumed company.
She was fiddling the food with the knifes and forks.
Silence was savored.

But not for long,
Slowly they talked about the day,
The regulars, the usuals,
Nothing changed.

But till when?
She wont be talking the regular like this again,
She wished she wont have to break down now,
She fills her mouth with food.

After the dinner,
She just couldnt stop it,
She cried herself,
Taking the shoulder of anyone around.

Would she miss dumb talks,
The argues she used to have with mom?
The unappreciated care,
Would she..??

Sounds so dumb to leave the relied for the unknown,
Why should her life change so abruptly??
Another few days would have been better,
She had a lot to talk, talk to them.

But it rained then,
It just had to, for He too blessed her,
They poured together,
And both knew it would end as time passed.....

Undead Intimacy!!

Oh little sunshine from the unseen brink,
The brink of unknown to swallow my fear,
The fear of unborn for the sanctity,
The fear of undead for the vice.

It has been ages knowing the light,
The light of unknown wisdom,
Very wisdom of the concealed memory,
Rotten memory of my victims.

The immortality is such a grievous curse,
A Curse of lust and beauty,
Of monotony and bizarre thoughts,
Of Peace-Mar.

Ah, the hankering of speckled Moon,
Brings down a beat on my arctic heart,
The warm air caressing me soft,
Such a comfort, such repose.

Every single day pass like blight,
In silence I live in silence I hunt,
Silence is the only secret shame that haunts,
For light looks at me and always taunts.

I believe in God,
For we share the creation,
And you have to accept me the God of current era,
For then maybe I might save some sacrifice.

I love, I hate, I sing, I dance,
As I was before the re-birth,
I am the nature’s son,
Caressed by the mother earth.

Fill my vein and you would be my beloved,
For then you would feel my heart,
Love me just for a while...can’t you?
For later I would have another lover.

So am I too evil?
All this love is to hear your brittle neck fracture,
My love is a torment,
You sure would pleasure the pain.

Am I not a creation to be marveled at?
Am I not so special for you?
Won’t you give me droplets of blood?
And that too few?

A little taste of you,
And I will whisper the last words,
For your flesh,
As I love you.



I am honored to accept this Perfect Poet Award for Poets Rally 45. I would like to nominate Aashi for the next award.

Free Fall...

Far off are the little scintillating manifestations,
Waiting for me to pass,
Are those Dot Dot Dot.

Without a thought I give my hand to it,
The Gravity, guided me,
Towards the little Dot Dot Dot.

Swimming in the air,
Thin, soft and light,
Zooming into the infinity,
Was I admiring the Dot Dot Dot?

Its white all around,
Engulfed me all within,
My emotion is what I see,
Void is what I was meant to suffer.
A passage of continuous gush,
Giving a bizarre feel over me,
Still got nothing to focus but those dots,
The Golden Dot Dot Dot!!

Swimming in the air I was,
Drowning into the stones of passion,
Diving through the coldness,
Opening my mouth just to suspire,
For I knew what was expected.

Here I come oh growing dots,
Nearing the closure of the life,
To feel them once again,
One by one,
The pain of those arousing dot dot dot.

Now I have neared it,
Enough to see the Dot opening,
A circle it was more likely,
Having some strings intervened.

The voidness had belittled,
An open invitation I got,
More like a warning,
But not for me, Not Not Not!

I heard the loud cry inside the circle Dot,
Was it a cry of unknown future?
A cry of need?
A cry of unfelt feeling?
Was it me?
Am I lovable?
Am I reality?
I strum on the strings,
A sad sound it was,
Sad but true!

Out I was, still low by heart,
Void couldn’t near yet,
I enjoyed the state,
Is reality always sadder?

Without any warning I was sucked again,
A sudden shudder in me,
A Scary world it was,
Was it the fear of No..??
The fear of Yes??
Was it me?
Am I coward?
Am I perpetual?
I strum on the strings,
Uneasiness crept,
Hysteria it was.

Again saved I was from the hell,
Hated them,
A Torment in me crept,
Dot Dot Dot,
I was in another I felt.

Why am I the one feeling this?
And the others so calm and still in their own world.
Was it the irritation of my identity?
The frustration of sanity?
Was it me again?
How many do I dislike?
Will I quench the thirsty of destruction?
The string strums in rage,
A fury of life it was.

Thought jumbled,
Waiting for something unknown,
Singing again the Dot Dot Dot.

Ah, Nothing here,
How’s that possible?
Shouldn’t I feel something??
It’s filled but the little void touch surprised me!
I couldn’t move,
I stayed staring at the whiteness,
Forgetting to strum the string!

And then I found myself directed through,
Here comes the Dot Dot Dot.

Enthrallment was filled in the air,
To glad to question them.
It was a Yes wasn’t it!
But it was just too much to take in,
Insecurity crept into me,
Even the contentment.
I hang their strumming the string,
Euphoria it was for a while.

Slowly I was out,
Unknown of what to come,
Similar to the every first Dot to put me on the fall.

I could feel the hungriness,
A desire to be loved,
Someone to show my compassion,
A dread to be rejected,
Sympathy for the unknown,
Envy of the power trapped.
Optimism to a proposal,
Passion for the desired.
Was it me?
Won’t strum this time,
For remorse it was.

This Dot extends to the infinity of my world,
And inside it I see once again those Dots,
Making me sing Dots Dots Dots!

I again forget my previous encounter,
For the new urge I felt,
A new origin of passion,
With a source unknown for my life’s eternity.

Humour the wild...

The night has just begun,
In the humour of the wild,
For the absence of a tilde,
The night has just begun.

It was just another sleepless night,
A time for the tune that drowns the wind,
The eyes wide still dazed in sleep,
It was just another sleepless night.

I was staring at the message,
The message of nil,
Still a message for me,
I was staring at the empty light.

Restless motions!
Too serene to be serene,
The words were floating like I read,
Restless Thoughts.

Staring out of the window,
The silence played around the darkness,
Darkness making it more prominent,
Staring at the far away glow.

The stillness gave a tingle,
The portrait, it was a magnum opus,
The perfection of the light,
The stillness gave the last touch.

Irritation skulked inside me,
Move, Oh Move,
Move them all for me,
Irritation sticks in the tranquillity of them.

A hearing it was from far away,
Down it came like a prayer to me,
Pour for me, Pour for me,
A hearing I heard from far away.

It Thundered!!
The trees moved slicing the hush,
The dogs howled the unbearable work,
It did thunder thrice!

Such a relief,
Enjoyed the effort, Enjoyed the uncomfort,
Haha, Their goes the dogs for the shelter,
Such a peace to see them alive.

It was the expected,
Too night for the wilderness,
Too soft for the cry,
Just as expected.

Now I stared with a foolish smile,
An act without reason,
But stayed on for all the stares,
Matching the tune of the rain, I smiled.

The Voices

A crucifix is what she wanted,
The only thing that soothed her,
Ofcourse other than the angel herself,
With her heavenly susurration.

She did so as always,
The stack won’t leave her anyway.
It never will listen to her,
For she had tried it before.

Now comes the peasant,
Having a cross from the world,
That indebted acceptance,
Straight in front of her dress.

It’s time for the final act,
The blaze is ready to set out,
It’s the only bright thing she saw tonight.
‘I cant see your brightness?’

Fire! Fire!!
Fire all over,
He body accepts the warmth,
For it still was searching her soul.

All those fights,
Despises,
Were not for her thoughts,
But for the voice.

Bring along the warrior’s coat,
For it fits her, alas.
Had she had a prettier one,
She wouldn’t have lived the saint.

‘May your sorrow end right here,
You have accomplished what you seeked’
Has she?
Then why the pain.

‘It’s the only way to finish the consecrated act,
A way to heighten the victory’s sweet pleasure.
The rood will put you in peace,
Just close your eyes and hold me.’

Charred the scent!!
High she felt,
For the angel hold the hands,
And took the Joan Of Arc away.

Blank Thoughts

It was the shining,

The very beam of the dark world,

Just too vibrant for him to see the lining,

The illusion as his needs curled.

He did feel it coming,

But he cared none,

For that was his shining,

The very own originality won.

Perpetual wisdom diverted,

Inconsistent paranoia of the mind,

Hardly concerning the fact,

For its the wanted, not needed.

Shadows fall on lamp,

Whisker away is the ramp,

They jumble together as a shade,

Whispering the divulged grade.

Enervated will,

Crossing the valley still,

Tear the role of indifference,

For they are the least for consistence.

Rows the boat of confidence in the rake,

Peace with the sound they make,

Bounce back to the premise,

For its his own demise!!

Numb Love!!

The reverberation of denunciation was the loudest,
He now no longer feared them,
For he knows she can’t do so again,
Never ever again.

The pain is still fresh,
So is the wound.
She knew none about his mastering,
Unaware was the fate.

He dug her door with anxiety,
Dug and dug till it broke.
Now that she was on view,
He had it for sure, Ha-ha!

He gave a muted laughter,
The one which only he could sense,
Now that he held her by hand,
Dragged her all out.

Hush he said to her,
For he didn’t want to be caught,
She obeyed for the first time,
Emotionless with the world.

She was exposed to the evil,
That she knew none of,
She never thought so,
For blame the sins.

He tore her out of her cloth,
Little resistance she could afford,
He took the command,
After so many longing days.

He grabbed her insecureness,
He took herself his,
Today he will lose his purity,
For the power was all his.

He entered her stiff,
For the pain it threw,
But it was his first contact,
Contact with the rage.

The victory he felt,
Was for the act of playing the denied.
He laughed, then he cried
He cheered, then he dried.

The act was not long,
His soberness still on its way,
For he was done with the feel,
All up and high today.

Now he carried her back to her place,
Throwing her in with his might,
Putting the shovel to work,
And thus let the grave relive the unknown.

*Themed On Necrophilism*

The lil gurl on ma way...

One little cherry in her hand,
Cherishing every single bite she can,
Funny petite seed she got,
For forgotten is the Life’s tart!

One tall lamp,
Changing colour all the time,
The third companion she got,
For forgotten is the life’s sign!

One straight path,
Full of big toys,
Never a chance to play,
For forgotten is the life’s race!

One big man,
With the coat and tie,
Stretched note was what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s cost!

One small sun,
Naked warmth,
For a child’s chum she got,
For forgotten is the life’s leisure!

One last stanza,
Dedicated to that lil girl on my way,
A glimpse to feel what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s compassion!

The Dew In The Eye

It was just another lonely night,
She had an urge to take everything back!
But she can’t, not now!
If only she knew the dew in the eye of his!

Soon the flight took off the land,
All set for the unloved land!
He hates it, but
If only he knew the dew in the eye of her!

Turn around,
Give it an another glance,
Things never altered!
For you won’t always see the dew!

The hours of darkness is longer than 24,
Thinking about you.
Nightmare never came.
For nothing changed especially the dews!!

Pining down the words,
So hard till it hurts,
U got it all, but none.
Felt the iciness of the dew in the eye of U.

Now reaching the land,
I feel the thirst.
Again the outlandish love.
For I felt the dew in the eye of Us!!!

Phantom's Bell

Begone are the ulterior future,
Bygone the lucid past,
Worn the existence,
Life and pain.

Times up,
Here I am,
Free from the grip,
Life just goes on for the free soul.

Wasn’t long back when,
My shell was trashed and ruptured,
I don’t know by whom,
I don’t even care now,
The life here is better than the soiled.

I know human pretend not to see me,
Pretend not to hear me,
That’s alright,
I learnt now that they pretend their whole life.

I didn’t get my ticket as promised,
Nor the map to the third world,
Just left out here,
In a different society!

It’s like am off the dream,
And just woke to the real land,
The land of realism,
Soothed by the wraith!!

I faired pretty well,
They said,
Now that I have mastered the course,
I am a free psyche now!!

Living pretty easy, now attained earth’s afterlife,
No err done for the second!
Evil’s Solitude!!
Life’s Melody!!

Here I am back to wish other luck,
And a little homage to earth for her sacrifices,
Now I hear the phantom’s bell!!
Time to dream again..!!