Ode to my past~~~

My Beloved, with his tender heart and his fair gaze

Showed me what is the meaning of being in a haze

That one known as love

That one for which I became a dove

 

Pray God; show me my solace

With him, I shall be in good grace

Today, all lost and forgotten

 After eons have arisen

 

Yet, in the very abyss of my heart

I know, none other can be my sweetheart!

Living in his memories

Has become as vital as my arteries

 

O fair knight, I love your imperfection

Full of the Lord's desire it is, with all perfection!

Undoubtful Doubt

Could it be
That we will never be?
It cannot be
That we played with fire
Without playing the lyre
Could it be
That you are a liar?
Ready to jump into the pyre
My heart does bleed
And plead
For Mercy
I am Capricious
Even Luscious
In your bed
Always coloured red
Yet
You abutted
Never Pretentious
I am Anxious
Could it be
That you do not agree?
With my Faith
What would become of me
Should you let me be?
Without my Side
You will truly Hide
Your eternal Pain
In Vain.

None the more radiant~~~~

My pain danced on its own feet

Away from misericord, life can only be sweet

What you can see as reflecting

Is a shell with me in hiding!

 

Hidden, disguised, bruised

All shattered and torn

Shall my pain ever cease

Even if all glum is the morn'

 

Love meant for the seekers of truth

Love hidden between the parlours of youth

If I dig deep enough

I shall hopefully unmask the bluff

 

Pray let me close to thy heart

Allow me to play my own part

That of being a lover at heart

In your arms, my own refuge of art!

When Hope Sparked Again~~~

Lonely and dull was the path

Seeing the way, none could laugh

 

Disease hung in the air

Life seemed to go nowhere

 

Of what use would be living

If maimed, none would dare to be boasting

 

Desperate was the current flow

When hope sparked us all in one go

 

Dust flew in from the skies

Dust came in without any ties

 

Angels cried at our plight

Saddened at our darkened sight

 

So they gave us a boon,

Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon

 

Silvery, shiny, deep with hue

Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true

 

Those who did inhale the dust

Could do nothing except to let go of their lust

 

Life is meant to be lived

Life is meant not to be re-lived!

 

So, come, let us sing and dance

To the name of faith, in all abundance!

When Love gets Betrayed~~~

Would you imagine my shame
At the sight of my blame
To your love, my sweetheart
To that which caused us to part
Could you feel my pain
At that moment of black stain
When your lips shattered our sanctity
A marriage it was, based on sincerity!
O horrible truth! Harsh facet of life
Of what use is being your wife
When your heart beats in her arms
And blind are your eyes for my charms?
Never thought I such a blasphemy
Would befall our own matrimony
Pray let me show mercy
Pray let me forgive you truly
Impossible it becomes when the thorns
Prick my whole essence to make me become like forlorns!
Better it is to go each on our way
And let life guide us on a new alley!
Love, why do you become ephemeral
Why are you sometimes unreal
O Life do you have to be so cruel
Shall I ever dare to be once more affectional?!

A Romantic Story~~~

The darling of my heartling

Could do no better acting

With a bouquet,

Like a valet,

He turned me all scarlet!

 

Armed with his old pen, he hid in his den

And wrote for me, love verses, just like a man!

Then, beneath my balcony

He sang of his longing matrimony

Oh what a blissful symphony!

 

Stars could not not shine brighter

Angels who could not be happier

Everywhere, I could sense joy

His eyes made me so coy

And upon hearing his words, I danced like a toy!

 

Braving the laws, I decided one night

To set his love on loving light

Dressed in a rosy robe

I got hold of his ear lobe

And sang of my love, till we felt an obe!

 

My darling knight, my darling Lord

Let us fly on thy magic carpet out of our own accord

So that eternal shall be our story

Rhyming with pious sincerity

For each of our blessed glory!

Growing older in this age~~~

Strange are the ways of life
Transcient and temporary they may be
Yet with grace and fire, they flambe
Lovers of life are among the many
Caring not for the soul and its purity!

With life, comes the swells
Those which change the lovers
Girls become mothers
Mothers become grandmothers
And men turn into grandfathers

Swelling tides; do give us joyful rides
Never shall age have to hide
If laughter did not run wide
At the sight of those who turned old
When they could no more be bold

Sad truth, bitter truth in this age
To see our elders of olden age
Be thrown into the garbage
When no more do we need their coverage
But we think only of our advantage!

Strange are the ways of life
All that is alive after the journey
Has to be buried down an alley
Living is such a medley
Such came I to know after a brief survey!

My Own Bijou~~~

Nothing is more attractive

Nothing is more abstractive

 

Oh what to tell you of its worth

What to say of its strength

 

A precious bijou it is

I do cling to it like the addict to his cannabis

 

Nor is it ethereal

Nor is it ephemeral

 

How to divulge its essence

Should I tell you in one sentence?

 

It cannot be recounted

Except to those who are attracted!

 

What can be more covetous

Than truth, the light of the pious!

 

Abiding always to truth

Leads you to the path of sooth

 

A path meant for the pure spirit

To light and its meaning they do commit!

 

O pure bliss, O treasured edifice

Can one easily see through your artifice?

 

My own bijou, precious for me

Pray remain by my side till the end of my journey!