Dreams~~

Dreams, my only escapisms

No more realisms or academisms

Only altruisms and fairyisms

There, where my love lies in mysticisms!

Dreams, made of your essence

I become there not a butterfly

But a moth craving for luminescence

Wild and free, as a pig in a pigsty!

Dreams, the only place where I can let go

And speak of all that has never been said

All that pain in my veins which made me an albino

All gets drained away, as it had been soothsaid!

Dreams, my own escapisms

To run away from reality

A harsh and cruel monstrosity

Made up of your aching absenteisms!

Dreams, allow me to surrender

To your acute danger

My predator, allow me to be your prey

Craving I am to be your sexy sway!

The Beauty of Words

When great minds set themselves to work
Their followers can only applaud
Their supporters can only be in praise mode
But grim are those out of that network

Words, meant for flowery talk
Used and abused during that walk
There, in the lush garden of those businessmen
Sensibility can only take them for the brazen!

Free are we to be as bold as lions
Realising not that we are in frustrations
Why should there be such an ache?
When poetry is here to keep us awake!

This note ends on a relaxed tone
To anger and fury be not prone
Rather be content with your ailment
And keep an eye on that accent!

Remember the beauty of words

They can make cattle fly in herds

And bid poets to dance in abundance

While writing in good ambience!

Then when I sip my Koumiss~~~

Once at the end of those days which made me a teen

My heart fluttered and danced with twirly beats, so keen!

In love I was and thought of the world as a flower

Blooming and blossoming in the hands of its gardener

Myself a mountain, a lush and lively one

Green with trees, home to the most beauteous swan

Pining to be united in a marital bond

I took a leap, the forbidden one, for my vagabond!

A fair one he was, with a tender heart

To laugh and live, he needed my start

My leap took to me to the end of the abyss

Now for a united bond I care not, except when I sip my koumiss!

Santa's Laugh in July

A Christmas kiss for that Miss Surely her lips he could not miss  Heartwarming and enticing That beau was truly in-loving  A kiss since so long due Filled with artful cue  A Christmas kiss in July The magic in this month did fly  A time when laughter was on those lips Except for her and him who strayed from those trips  Surrounded by doom and gloom A kiss which made each other bloom  Love, wonderful state of bliss Lacking in it caused them to be amiss  Repaired by a Christmas kiss in July Santa could only laugh from the sky

The Divine Season

Short dresses, flowery heels,

Here is the time for fun on wheels

Long nights out, laughing and sipping wine

O Moon, how silver becomes your line!

Down by the sea, days are spent dancing

Swimming or loving, summer is so pleasing!

A break from work, seems like heaven is here

On the boats, even the wind caresses like a peer!

The season of love, much revered by all

With you, nothing remains, whether ice or wall

Kisses shared on the shore,

Hearts with glee, shout, encore!

Flowers given to maidens by lovers

Flowers lovely with the essence of summer flavours

Ice creams, chocolates, shopping, sun

Oh even the policeman is such fun!

Summer, the right time to find love

Among the seashells of the cove

Or by faking a wreck on a lonely island

There, even the Devil shall bear with your stand!

As Happy As Sharks in Hell

A long journey, hot and sweaty

With thorns along the jetty

Pricking my body dangerously

I sat and pondered glumly

Hell is surely filled with demons

Ready to give me lots of sermons

And reducing my dose of that love song

So that I drown, drowsy, all day long!

Miracle! Heaven and Hell so alike

No demons, hurling out, apelike!

Just an empty island, surrounded by sharks

They rode calmly as if in parks

Friendly and warm, they even wave

For sweets even if I do crave

I satisfied myself with that sweet wine

Intoxicated by those sharks in my confine!

The actor ~ Vanquished

Darting up and down, left and right
Over my little being
With fright you easily show your might
Have I ever sought your meaning?

Have you ever stopped and wondered?
Torrid pendulum striking, yet unheard,
Of what use is that behaviour?
Of losing your utmost valor!

Even if your shield is your armor
And your weapon lies in being an actor!
Vincible you are and easily exhausted,
A mere puppet, completely roasted

Though your darting  intention may be to hurt or blemish
You forget, you form part of those whom my bliss did  abolish!

A little step for man......

The mystery of the moon

Cleared up not on a day of June

But on this day of July

When Armstrong in his shuttle he did fly!

 

Beautiful, silvery, the favorite of the dreamy

We did hope to find in you our alchemy

A sister to our planet

Your shadow follows like a comet!

A silent presence, you know how to choose your appearance

Whether thin or full, always the object of clairvoyance

Permanently peaceful, your green little men invade us not

Probably since they have no mascot or they fear to riot!

 

One small step for that man

One giant for us, the others of his kind

His words bespoken are still spoken

By the many following in his line!

Consecrate this day to his remembrance

Thankful we are all for his guidance

Though he owed us not any allegiance

Yet he removed from our minds one part of ignorance!

To the anonymous soldier

To be one among the brave To walk and live among the blood Is to be, in your own right, as free as a slave To each stranger's glance, you give a bold nod! Yet, your own heart is sick and lonely You wish for your loved one's company Even if your eyes try to remain empty As your mission remains your sole duty! With an empty soul, you use your gun Without forgetting God, your enemy you stun Such was your chosen call The one known as Fate decided it all! Ode to you brave soldier, in my own way Be strong and may Mother Courage lead you on her alley!

Youth

Youth,

Who are you, little youngster?
A great gangster?
A great achiever?
Or a mere attacker?

Everyday, every night you show your dance
All that which can make you prance
So easily, so naturally
As surely as sheep are seen as silly!

Would it be a pity?
If you lost your acuity
For the sake of some dreamy castle
That for which you shall drop your mantle

Youth, a time for the dawning of innocence
When Life is to be lived in good ambience
Yet, what becomes the consequence?
Of your delirium at the time of delinquence?

Youth, pray, be responsible
Use your reason as your Bible
And be not fallible
Rather, be invincible!

La Reine est en Impatience!

Aujourdhui c'est Mardi,

Si je prends la chanson du Petit Prince,

Car pour Toi mon coeur en Pince,

Je vais devoir attendre Jeudi,

Pour te regarder avec mes yeux Refroidi!

Tu donnes l'impression d'etre un dur a Cuir

Mais moi je me donne a toi pour le meilleur et pour le Pire,

Le Meilleur ce sera pour moi, pour toi je laisse le Pire,

Mais cela va sans dire,

Que tu seras Roi de mon Empire,

Et moi Maitresse de ton Desire!

Je resterais a tes cotes tel un Menhir,

Pour t'offrir des Prieres,

Heureuse comme une lionne en montgolfiere!

Mais jamais Fiere comme une Gauchere!

Tu me traites de Voleuse,

Moi je me vois plutot comme une Amoureuse,

Qui est neanmoins tres Selectionneuse!

Voleuse ou pas, de toutes les facons,

Je te volerai tout, meme tes blousons mon gros Ourson!

J'attends toujours mon Chocolat,

Car c'est la seule chose qui me servirait d'Appat,

Pour te tirer ma langue de Chat

Et te faire devenir mon heros, gros Malfrat!

Je vais me orner de mes plus belles Plumes,

Et de ma plus belle Costume,

Meme si cela te mettra en Rhume,

Pour pouvoir etre aussi musicale que le Neume!

Tel un enfant en caprice, je ne veux plus manger du Riz,

Je veux seulement etre ta Mimi,

Celle qui sera en robe et jupe Mini,

Quand elle voudra te rendre aussi fou qu'une Pie, mon ChocoPie!

Que veut dire la chanson du Petit Prince,

Dans ce monde laid qui ressemble a un Province?

Moi je veux passer l'infini des Temps,

En chantant et en Miaulant,

A en briser tes Tympans,

Mon Prince Reignant!

Vive La Patience!

Vive La Conscience!

Vive Le Silence!

The Magical Mountain

Peaks so wonderful They remain my own escape Lonely but lovely After a day's work My refuge I seek to write Of forgotten love Summer filled with green Winter is all white with ice Their mood warm or cold Breathing and living Only in the fresh mountain My pen glides with glee There I dream of elfs And fairies on a game tour With bells chiming loud To lay on fresh grass And breathe in the cool wisdom Of inspiration! O God of Mountains Be Majestic Forever Such is my sole wish A mere traveller I am only in passing You are eternal!

The aim of the Seer

A sole aim in life,
An only solace in this reality
That of knowing Krishna
That of finding our atma
Situated in a hidden location
Identified only by the one Yoga
That same one which pondered Arjuna
On the battlefied of Kurukshetra!

A mystic treasure it is,
That which is called the soul
Only the carrying out of pious activities
Shall bring about that true call
Only the mystical seer is certain
For Krishna is what he strives to attain!
Worshipping only Him, absorbed only in Him,
He lives in this world on its rim
That one known as Vishnu
The only one known as the True!
A vision so hard to get
Yet,
So hard to forget
For those who tasted of its nectar
They realised the potency of its power!

On that dark alley......

On that dark alley, the wind whispered
Listen, it said, I am the bringer of news
Goosebumps on my arms, I stood and heard
This creepy voice and looked for signs of cues
None came except this cold voice, so angered!

On that dark night, I shook with fright
Yet obedient, I gave the wind my audience
I am sick, it said, sick of this birthright
You humans, have taken to abhorrence
Look at the plight of this providence!

Pollution, everywhere and anywhere
Nowhere, can I flow as free as air
Nor can I breathe purity
Nor can I sense chastity
What has happened to humanity?

As the wind lamented, my fright disappeared
It shook and pity overwhelmed my heart
But the wind talked once more, as I feared
I shall bring forth destruction and down shall be those smart
Those who think the world is made up of their sole part!

Be prepared, it continued, be prepared for the havoc
The world should be cleaned in each block
I shall do so via a shock
The time shall come with the clock
Be prepared for the rejuvenation!

On that dark alley, my blood turned cold
And my heart for my likes become hard
Even if with love and care it is mould
I pray for the coming of the Bard
The one to cure the world of this negativity!

Tribute to Shakespeare

A sonnet for the sonnet man Shakespeare, my heart you do tend In between your lines, so true I can feel my own depth, so blue! Your verses give me heavy sommersaults That Dark Lady must have jumped in volts A lover like you, the revolving world knows not Pure and eternal, your words inspire me a lot! With your sonnets, I fly on the love plane For your true love, can never be taken as plain! Blissful and delightful, you make me smile plentiful As I am not the only one with a sensibility so artful!  A tribute to the one I call the Eternal Lover To laugh and love I wish to as your apogeal another!

Fallen Angels

Angels, descending from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love
Angels, weavers of dreams,
Harbingers of nightmares, they bring screams
When fallen they become, lost is this world
For the heavens become hells, fiery and all curled!

Angels, fallen they may be,
Yet, they shall not remain so for eternity
The ONE above is full of pity
For his children lost in absurdity,
Feeling like crazy beings in a reality
Where Time is Fool's stupidity!

Angels, descending from above, shall try with all their might
To bring harmony to the land of the dove, where lost is the light!

The world of the Misunderstood Poet

My world, as rosy as the daisy
Revolving around my moods, sweetly
Some days are high on creativity
Some days lag behind with adversity

My battles, the basis of my portrait
To win some I put forward my best trait
To lose some, I let go of my bait
In the end, my world opens to my own gate!

Never ephemeral, filled to its depth
With sensitivy and pain to its very length
Never totally grey, as angels fill my only heath
With the comfort I shall seek at the time of death!

My world, with its hidden secrets
Not to be memorised like the alphabets
Yet those remain my valuable assets
To be recounted through merry ballets!

My world, that of a broken poet
Seeking the vision of her love pet
Sweet it is at times, through the sunny clime
Though misunderstanding remains its prime!

My Joys

A day away from work comes only once
A day away from hurdles which makes me pounce
Such a day, blissful, is spent by being ecstatic
Such a day makes me amnesic!

A day given to my art, known as writing
Once or twice a month, it is what keeps me breathing
A day spent with my dreams in weaving,
Best comes the time of penning!

A day also dedicated to the Muses
They know best how to tend bruises
Pain gives way to relief
As feels the bandit in his mischief!

A whole day filled with writing verses
Such a day makes me the sole chief
Accompanying me are all the universes
Such goes my joy in brief!

The Pretence of Forgotten Innocence

The loss of innocence is quite harsh
The consequence is to drown in marsh
Better it is to forget such a task
When innocence turned sour in its flask!

The loss of innocence comes after the dark
Surely it leads on that way fools embark
Nor are the fools wise
Nor can they speak lies!

Yet, the bearers of the loss are hearty
Full of laughs, they love life with affinity
To forget that painful loss
To live a new life in the shoes of the boss!

A forgotten life, known as childhood
Forgotten or pretending to forget for their own good!

Friday the thirteenth~~~

A queer number is thirteen
The beginning of the years of a teen
It marks the lucky Fridays for the lucky one
Or the unlucky ones for the black swan

Queer number, much feared!
With caution, on this day we all steer
Away from black cats
Under our felt hats

We stay far from the ladders
Else we might become the funny wonders
A day to buy the lottery
Who knows, you might turn flowery!

Number thirteen often on the screen
Events related to it are umpteen
Why don't we just chill and relax
As maybe this day is as harmless as earwax!

Verses to Mother Earth

Crying pitiful face of Earth

Wailing beneath the darkened skies

Bubbling tears pouring down her saddened eyes

Yearning to be freed from troll’s cries

Still in learning she is, to be free from lies!

Dark and desolate is her center

Gloomy and dull is her lather

Yet, tolerant and adamant is her temper

For her call is to be a loving and a doting mother

Such a fate she accepted from a tray, Oh so Silver!

Enduring the devilish nature of her common kin

She bears selflessly with them even if they bask in sin

And does her best to give them a life devoid of sores

Without reproach, she fulfills her chores

Never expecting anything in return for her lost ores!

Delightful she was at the time of Creation

Distressful she will be at the time of Destruction

Graceful she shall be at the time of Rejuvenation

Forgiveness she will grant to those enjoyers!

For a tender heart she has acquired throughout the years!

Crying pitiful face of Earth

I pray, have Patience with all Its Worth

So that Eternal Life shall flow in Your Soul

And dazed shall we all be in Your enthrall

Even if Your tender heart with iron is now mold!

My Ego - My Enemy~

Deep within me

I can see the Enemy

It is neither her nor he

It is the Ego in me

In this world of Harmony

It is the cause of my mutiny!

Lament not, I comfort

Like a faithful consort

This desolate earth

Sad at the fate of her Worth

Faced with her children

With thier enemy in them, well hidden!

Like the powerful heathen!

You shall be saved

When the evil will be caved

Buried deep and well paved

Thankful to those who braved

To kill that silent knave!

Tredding on a path so Heroic

Victory shall be Mythic!

Selfless and spiritual

No more animal and material

Melody shall flow with fluidity!

Life shall no more be in rigidity!

In a land of Fantasy

Still around the corner, there may wait
A new road or a secret gate

My heart yearns and wails
For you, dark knight, to greet you with hails

Its been ten years since we made the promise
Of being together, sealed with a kiss

The angels do shine on your castle
Mine is darkly illumined by my own battle

Gloomy and lonely is the shore
Like me, it seems to crave the fairies encore

I shall wait as long as i shall remain strong
The dragons shall capture me only if my love is wrong

Sealed in Perfumed Pages

Books and copybooks

Nor the tools of crooks

Nor the wants of adders

Rather, the blissful gears of lovers!

 

Pens and pencils play on the words

Read and spoken are those of William

Thriller they are than those holding swords

Sweeter they turn out to be on the anagram!

 

Stories and poems sealed in perfumed pages

Made immortal throughout the running ages

Meant to be shared for a laugh or for a smile

Why not even a few tears once in a while?

 

Articles and reports, coming in all sorts

Some tending to the weather, some to the news

Written as plain texts to which we resort

When in ignorance we don't wish to be screwed!

 

Writers, Poets, Editors, Columnists

Reporters, Critics, Journalists,

What would be the essence of reading?

Without your laud words so addicting!

On this marvelous day, the Book becomes Queen

Revered She is, with Her words always so serene

On this marvelous day, let us pay Her our respect

Us, mere little subjects, in search of Her intellect!

A day of Celebration for a little island

A little island

Where each and every man

Keeps ringing the bells of love

And where each and every man

Is full of faith for the ONE above

A little island

Freed from those who were mistaken

44 years did elapse after its freedom

Since then, it did reach its stardom

Since then, it became a beautiful land

A little island

Filled with colours of different hues

Brighter even than those coming from the rainbow

Nothing can bring it to any sorrow

To rise and fall it has, several times in a row

 

A little island

Peaceful it is, serene and blissful as well

With its neighbours, it can never  be at war

Not even is war written in its memoir

What is remembered is only its unity at par

A little island, on this day

Enjoys its solemn celebration

Inhabited it is, by one people, one nation

Who celebrate their successful independence

While venerating their motherland in all deference!

The Health Sonnet

An apple a day keeps the doctor away
This note helped my good health sway
Yet, harm has come to my clay
Full of rot and muck it is, I must say!

It started when full became the ashtray
And empty lay my bottles of Chardonnay!
Vices and diseases filled my life
How hard it is to carry this strife

A Blessed  solace seemed the little puff
I never thought it would make me so rough!
Regretful, I remembered the apple
Baneful, I found only death’s shadow in the aisle!

O Beautiful Entity, Imperfect Creation of the Creator
Glorify your Health for thou art thine own Protector!

Mercy powered my delight

Dark days were foreseen Events turned out mean No more was I serene As on the rim do I lean!  The cause, the loss of my pen My favourite, gifted by my Beloved Shall I bear with such a stand? Existence itself seemed recurved!  Blessed thought I be to be though When a tap I heard on my window A little dove it was, with my pen in its beak Delighted, I felt my heart getting weak!   Dark days turned golden Must be the Mercy of Urizen A little dove turned invisible After acting as his rightful disciple! My Beloved shall not be sad Fate did not allow me to be bad To write eternal verses I shall, Of his love, care and enthrall!

Life

Life takes form in the norm
 Life is subjected to choice
Choice turns into voice
Voice shall lead to reform!

To tamper with creation

Has always been an abomination
Such claimed the Creator
In the face of the impostor!

To love without limits

To give way to all fits
Remains a blessing so enjoyable
Yet, as at date, it is abominable!

Life, a gift to be handled with care

A sin it has become, so austere
The Era is now dark;
The crow criest Hark!

Red tears pour from the glance of the Lord

In front of the façade of the horde
Such can make him wish for the cord
When such He never uttered!

Blasphemous! Calamitous!

Let the Age turn auspicious
So that Life shall laugh again
Instead of crying with pain!

For you, My call to be a Flying Spirit!

Tears of joy made me so coy
Never did I expect the coming doom
That of losing on the blessed day, my bridegroom
Fate, I call out to thee, do you take me for a toy?

Tears of joy turned bitter
Gone was the moment of laughter
Life never to seen as truly sweeter
For without him, there is no after!

In my white gown, twinkling seemed the town
Oh such a painful way to be let down
All my dreams and expectations turned blunt
For his memory shall I always hunt!

A wandering soul, as empty as an echo
I let my wings take me on a flight
That of searching for his light
That which can keep me full in ego

Of what use is my existence?
Can anyone compete with his magnificence?
Whether you judge me as wise or foolish
I trust my heart, so broken and so feeblish!

Love, O Beautiful Word of the lovers
What shall I make of my broken heart
Shall the angels of Eden play their part?
Can I dare to hope to see him in the holy altars?

Collaborating in the Clouds

Once as my heart bled in the face of human cruelty
I sat on the steps of a temple and to God I talked openly
Why is it that my life is such?
Could you give me only that much?

Like the Queen Mary, pure among the virgins
My innocence could never speak the language of sins
Yet, with disgust and disdain, I was taken for the contempt
As I cried with red tears, a climb to the Himalayas I thought to attempt

When, Lo! A white effervescence showed its essence
Remember! It whispered, remember the holy fragrance
Those words written in Holy Books, are erasers of ignorance
Those known as the Law of Karma shall make you dance

Law of duty, Law of humanity, with all its honesty
Each and every man is victim of its propensity
So are you, paying for the negative work in your past life
Don’t be discouraged in the face of this strife!

Remember always to take the name of the Lord
Whoever He may be, whatever be His name
Your call with devotion shall never be placed in misrecord
But with blinding fire, your strife shall end in a flame!

With these words, the white effervescense turned into air
And with strength in my heart, I brushed my hair
Never to cry in the face of a dilemma
And my Holy Books sincerely became my aroma!

The Modern Family

A house without an inch of warmth
A house without a ray of sun
A house without a shrill laugh
A house where nobody voices out a pun
Such a house can never be a home!

Home Sweet Home, There is no place like Home,
Such a comforting tone carried in such a note
As at today's date, it can be seen as ghostwrote
For a Home is no longer sweet, but a sour dome
Selfish are its residents, proud and aimless as well

No more are the members loving and caring
No more do they work and play while dancing
No more do they talk and laugh while singing
No more do they read and write while hugging
No more do they share and fight while enjoying

Rather, they tend to sleep and eat alone
Such a trend is common and fashionable
Nor is it taken as the abominable
Neither is it seen as condemnable
For the hidden eyes of the devil, it is not so enviable!

Worthy beings full of imagining
Pray, do change these unworthy visioning
Pray, do not hurt your families' heartlings
Be seen as the enlightened pearls with meanings
And carry forth this message for families in faking!

Sweet is that pain known as Love

A sweet gaze set me on a daze Those eyes, they lift the grey haze One look from them and my heart revolts Hurt, pain, love, all set me up in jolts  A sweet gaze with a sweet smile My heart sighs, where were you all this while? As peaceful they are, as those of the lambs With the sole effect of blushing with ahems! Deep, so deep, they rouse up a need That of diving in them at full speed What they reflect is your warmth To attract me they do, as light pulls the moth!  A sweet gaze causes in me a sweet pain Love so sweet is never thrown down memory lane!

Woman, The Epitome of fragility

Woman, different from Man

Yet, considered by some as alien

Why, some of you may ask?

She knows her established task

Still, she fights for her right!

 

Blessed by the Gods, with a gift

That of rescuing those adrift

She gives life, she gives solace

In return, she has to know her place

Woman, you are needed though unheeded!

Those known as the stronger

Shamelessly wrong Her, known as the weaker

Raped, duped, cheated, beaten

Even if only at Her feet, they see Heaven!

Those, who see in the woman an object!

Careful! Caution! Think of the consequence

Each action of Hers should be done in adherence

The eyes of the city is always ready

To judge and blame her that Lady!

Whether it is Pregnancy or Infidelity!

Woman, called Feminine or Emancipated

Her fragility remains accentuated!

Luck and Fate play their game on her hand

Abused or placed on a pedestal in the Man's Land

She remains the one with the hidden Force!