Eerie Travels~~~

So if you would like to see the moon
Come, come with me this afternoon
I shall go to the land of no mercy
There where emanates all creativity

You shall see there,
A damsel all fair
She is the queen fairy
The one with unparalleled beauty

You shall see there
A camp fire
Meant to douse your desire
It is made of flames so rare

So rare that they kill
And rekindle
If such is what is in your will
You shall be with them, the eternal candle!

You shall also see there
A raging vampire
He is the world's greatest liar
Pretending to be rude with teeth to bare

You shall also see there
The moon, all bright and fair
And you shall dream
Of the time when nothing was as it does seem

If you do have some time to spare
Come with me,
Rather, if you know the way, do lead me
I wish to enjoy the moon's glare, there!

While letting yourself burn~~~~

When candles burn bright

When love gives you such a fright

When fire sways away

Irrespective of your painful day

May it be known that life and love are of the same essence

Burning brightly with great incandescence

Yet, having always hurt and regret in prevalence

When the sun shall set

When life and death shall be met

Do seek your rightful place

Away from the land of disgrace

Away from the land of evil and sin

Simply, do allow the day to be over

Accept it as if you would already know your turnover

When music drives your soul

Let it bring the moment to a stall

For even if candles do burn bright

Someday, a memory shall be their light

Burn, burn as would the fire

Irrespective of humankind's desire

Burn and care not for today's ire!

Experiencing with the heart

The heart is forever inexperienced

Such did I learn while with love, I pranced

Thought I of love as being a painful routine

I met with great surprise when it shone, so pristine!

Love, in the form of a handsome charmer

Coming to my aid as a solace, to help relieve my cries

Love, as a boon of mercy from the Lord, the eternal lover

Oh surely, on that day, illumined were the whole skies

Yet, the heart is still inexperienced

Never did I foresee Fate's timely dance

Love, judging me with moral virtues

Left me till now still crying for my dues!

The Rose

I am nothing but a rose

A red one, a yellow one or even a black one

Whichever color you do prefer

It Makes me that which I have always been

Nothing but a rose

A rose, once in full bloom

Once full of love, filling everyone with laughs

A rose, now so withered

Withered at the way my gardener treated me

Having been attracted to a lilly

He left, for the great ocean

And made of me

A wilted rose

Still, I am nothing but a rose

I am what you see

Whichever colour you prefer

All frail and fragile

Waiting for the end of the day

When the night will fall on me

And closed will be my petals

Hopefully, in my new garden

I shall meet my old gardener

Hopefully, to my fragrance he shall be enamored

Hopefully, he shall tend me

To grow into a strong and blooming tree

A rose, nothing but a rose

Say, if you do blow across my way

Remember,

Remember of my fragility!

Youth and Old Age

Came to me in a frightening and realistic dream Death, with his eyes and teeth so hungry I wait, he said, and am impatient Someday you shall be my slave An old and worn hag Proud you may be Realise you not That time Flies! Someday, he said, you will be wrinkled and cracked On that day, your time will be near Just wait and watch while being passive As you do treat the old Same will you be treated So, meanwhile, do relish Youth is temporary Time flies Subtly!

The Heart of the Ocean~~~

Someday, the heart of the ocean

With my soul, shall glisten

Someday, the heart of the ocean

To my call shall listen

Always rash and rowdy

It shall fill me up

And when I will wake up

There, in the heart of the ocean

No more will life be seen as being draconian

Rather, everything will seem panacean

A heart made of goodness

There, sharks and mermaids do dance

Lions and dragons do prance

And ships, sunk in miscreance

Do relish this state of blessedness

It lies deep at the bottom of the sea

None can see through the watery alley

Only those granted with the boon of faith

Those having been given a chance to repent

A chance of enjoy their existence, in the heart of the ocean

Someday, to that mystical heart

I shall belong, as would the verses to the poet

Someday, there, my tears would turn shiny

And my cloudy clime would be all lost

Lost, for surrounding me shall be water, made of a unique essence!

A withered plea~~~

I still remember those days
When Love made up my plays
To you I swore to belong
To you I sang my last song

A flower in full bloom
I needed your care
A gardener with no consideration
You left me with nothing to stare

Barren is my garden
Barren and mistaken
Pray, forgive the past
To its evil rays, cling not fast

A life is given to thee hence
A life given only once
So love, and pity
These are given by the one full of mercy!

The one who makes up this world
The one who is so well revered
That his name needs not be spelled
That his virtues are surely unequaled

Shall I dream of that coming
When the past shall be my today
And my future as well, and to me you shall say
Cry no more, by my side, you shall now be blossoming!

Prisoners serving~~~

The days will surely be long
As for the nights,
Well,
Surely longer
Cold and torn
I sink, beneath my inner pain
Should I keep on lamenting?
Will it not be insulting?
Insulting towards the essence of life
Insulting towards the one who breathes through me

Pain caused to me through love
Or through the negative face of love
Given to me as my due
My fate, my karma
My line of duty
Well, altogether, they are my dues
Of what aim is this world
If not to be a prison
A prison for souls, fallen and sinful
To serve their sentence,
To give a chance to penance

To the Lord, I shall say
See you my cold past
Remember of what love gave
Remember of what love took away
I shall keep only You in memory
For such gives me my serenity
Love, known to me as lust
Meant for the one worthy of it
Is like the passing of a day
It shall end with the fall of the night!

Teachers, Our Nightmares~~~~

Praise be to those men and women

Those who, to allow us to live and learn

Do lend us their hand, so stern,

Right since when education becomes our concern

Right from the day we recognize

That it is our duty to read and to revise

That which will make us someday, an asset

For ourselves, for our country, though yet a droplet

Men and women who labour to mould us

To shape us and to guide us

Without making any fuss

Those to whom is dedicated this verse

Teachers, our friends, our nightmares

Right from the kindergarten

Though they do care for our professional welfares

Though they do allow us to be arisen!

We do stay with them throughout our youth

Assimilating all their notes

Reciting or writing them down in rotes

Oh to you surely is this day, so well deserved!

A word of thanks to all my teachers

Thanks to you, I am, today, simply Me!