In need of the pill of life

The pill of life, so in need of it am I

It can even be seen as an alibi

All for the sake of the lost humanity

In my being, so deep like a cavity!

The pill of life, surely to mend my heart

Broken, it is now in need of a fresh start

A reason to love and laugh

Instead of choking with a cough

A red pill it must be, found in the Heavens

Given to those who relish God so much that he glistens

A pill given to those who deserve it

And to those who need its power bit by bit!

A pill to cure me of my sinful nature

A pill, surely to open up an eternal adventure!

To A Secret Valentine

My secret valentine

For you I do pine

Shall you ever be mine

Maybe if you do read this line

Shall we share some wine

On a moonlit sensual dine

Your eyes, with their glowish shine

Have had me glued, same as cocaine

O my valiant valentine

Give me a due moment on that dateline

When I will be able to define

How you did become my nicotine

Such has happened since I was nine

When I was struck by your moonshine

Now, whether I am offline or online

I seek only your skyline

And wish to be only a tambourine

As you are the only one of your kind

For a secret valentine

Who made me all feline

To him I shall raise a glass of brine!

A sorrowful pride

Futile life, versatile meaning
Pray, pray, ease our own suffering

Here, this ode to you, writ'n hence
With lines pouring from my very own hands

Lines giving you an idea of my pain
When it felt your own deep pain

Do not feel burdened
Do not feel chained

Do not feel attached to the mundane
Seek, seek that spiritual plane

For you are those lines
You who are one of your kinds

Lines between which I choose to hide
The very meaning of my own pride!

Take a moment to read

One moment in time

One moment it takes to read my rhyme

 

Seeketh thou its meaning

Thou shalt be all prancing

 

Dancing even, in great elation

For long live this eternal versification

 

Long live the great mystification

Known as the Lord of all creation

 

Beauty cannot define his features

Written it is in the holy scriptures

 

Power hides from his sharp gaze

With one glance, it gets reduced to a carcase

 

Love only laughs out loud

Love shining from under its shroud

 

Love for my Lord, written in this rhyme

For you to read, taking one moment in time!

 

 

The call of my soul

Dancing bees
Full of mysteries
Show me the road to those cities

Twitting birds
So beautous,  I am out of words
Do teach me how to be rid of misericords

Fallen angels
Fallen in disgrace, sent to the fiery hells
Pray, your cries, the Lord he quells

Forgotten verses
Trying to be rid of curses
Come, come and tell us of those universes

O glittery butterflies
Sparkle up the whole skies
And cleanse them up of lies

Such is my call
Taken from my soul
To the friends of my world

Lonely I may seem
Always lost in a dream
Hiding behind a smile, a scream

 

Here, here is to my acolytes

Without them, the world would be in blacks and whites!

Upon my own word

Upon a word of honour

I seek that which is greater

Greater than the real

Greater than the ephemeral

 

Upon a word of honour

I laugh amidst the danger

Gone may be the sunny weather

Swallowed by the dark malinger

 

Still, I live and laugh upon that word

Pray, whatever may be my misericord

Whether I be in misery

Or whether I be all bubbly

 

Live I not unto it,

Such a life would be fit

For the Queen of the Misfit

Such is not my own bit!

 

And what would be that word

Should you wonder on your own accord

None other except the name of my Lord

Shining there, with peace, in his abode!

The Powerful Silvery Stardust~~~

On that starry night, as I sat on the open balcony

Of my own pigeon home, so cosy

I saw, mesmerization, O pure adoration

How beautous was this great attraction!

 

A blanket, a black one full of stars

Faced with it, so trivial seemed my scars

Life itself seemed so mysterious

And so full of grace so imperious!

 

As I watched with wonder, came running down my cheeks

Those tears, seeking their way out of their creeks

Merciful must be the high Lord

None knew why he did create a world so haggard!

 

Somewhere, thought I, must be an abode

There, sing the fairies, an eternal ode

While switching on and off the blinking lights

Of life and death, such must be its sights!

 

On that starry night, living seemed a must

A travel from a forgotten place to an unknown one

To live simply with the wills of just

Shall someday give me the high stature of the great swan!