The Game Of Love

Love happens with no measure

Nor it is an adventure

Nor is it a piece of pricy furniture

Rather, it is to be taken as a great leisure

A walk in a flowery garden

A dance in the courts of Eden

A swing in the mysticism of Amen

A leisure, as comforting as our own brethren

Hey Cupid, why do you act with zeal

When love you can’t even conceal

When you can’t even hear my appeal

When you decide on the rules of the deal

Love ends with no measure

Someday it turns out to be a stricture

It becomes so easily a game of defeature

At worst, it turns into a caricature

Then it becomes a game of the strongest

The winner is the one who runs furthest

The one who can cry less

And he turns thus, to be simply senseless!

Wake up~~~

It made its way inside my mind
As would a puff of inhaled smoke
As would the melody of the sweetest kind
It made its way inside my soul, and I did wake up in shock

I woke up to its wonderful views
It did give me pain, it did give me thrills
Sometimes it even made me drown in its blues
Some other times, it had me drowning in its many ills

What could it be other than life
This mysterious world made of foul smelling breath
This mysterious life mocking my own soul
As if, right from the beginning, it did give me a wake up call!

Slowly, I opened my senses
Slowly, I let go of its many fragrances
Life is nothing but a gift
While living it, do try to enjoy what is left!

Summers, oceans, trees, beauty
All help to make it into a most melodious scenery
Yet, dark and dying is its surface
If it did have one, agonizing would be its face!

Evil and darkness filled up my soul
I did wake up to a most empty and illusory wall
This world is meant for its own unknown purpose
Fallen, fallen we are here, believing in our own power, so false!

I let it make its way through my mind
I shall let it believe it does succeed
In fooling me, to believe in its own kind
In fooling me, to see as golden its sickening weed!

God's kind of poetry~~~

Creation is somehow beautiful
See the beauty of Mother Earth
See the grace of shadows
Feel the warmth of the sun
See, see even the rainbow after the deluge

Of all the mysteries of creation
I prefer life's temporal nature
Life does start somewhere
Said to be in the womb, is it?
Life does end, somehow, exactly how, noone knows!

Books do philosophize about it
Religions have been set up
Even anti religions do try do explain
Science does keep poking its nose in
The ending result is still a total mystery

If God could make poetry
He would do such on the abstractiveness of life
Why does life itself be?
Why does life start, if only to end?
Is life after death for real, if so, life before life should be so as well!

If God could make poetry
He would make us all melt
So lovely would be His words
So lovely that we would understand the whole world
This one and those lying further beyond

If God could make poetry
I would buy His book
Say, do you believe not his poetry is called the Holy Books
Be it the Bible or the Gita
Whatever be the belief, yet only a most Holy Book?

One does explain about the beginning of life
Another one does explain about the essence of the Lord
Another one yet does explain about the essence of life
While yet another one shows life's philosophy
Such books I believe are God's real poetry, such books are my philosophy!

His voice~~~

It lifted me off the ground
It made forget I even need to turn around
His voice was amazing
It's sweetness you would never imagine

It shook off my eternal blues
It made me realise that my heart no longer does have dues
A voice so sweet
It bid me to move out of my retreat

I could listen to it a whole day
Accompanied to it was his gait
It willed me to see life as a play
Why for such a voice have I been in wait

Yet, he remains my most loved singer
The one who is loved by one and another
For him is written these few lines
For him goes this ode, taken deep within my deep soul

His name I shall tell you not
Know that he is somehow hot
With eyes so mesmerizing
That lost in them I could see a dream world!

In a dark room for Halloween

It was the night of Halloween
I danced, all alone in my room
Dressed up as the great Queen


I found not any peace
Why my mind was wild and loose
It sought out to find my heart's lost peace

I stopped short, when it did happen
My wardrobe door did open
And out came a ghoul

His breath was foul
When he did speak thus
Pray, be not scared

I am here to instruct you
The life you do live is not true
So do learn to enjoy and love it

Love it in its every bit
Love each step that you do beat
For it shall not be given twice

Be still not scared
For you I shall throw this dice
The result shall be the outcome of your life

In a dark dark room, for Halloween
While I danced, all dressed up as the queen
My life was built up, by a most foul ghoul

The outcome was not horrible
I did learn to be sensible
Life, filled with thorns, can also be lovely!

The ghoul did go back into the wardrobe
I never saw him again
But I did learn to love this life of pain!

Lived only once it is
It shall someday be over
Someday, I shall be in a world, yonder!

The new days~~~

My senses were aroused
My soul opened up
And I let it fill me in
I felt so good, so warm
I believed I was in heaven

After days of being stoned
I could now let myself bloom
The past did come,
The past did go
Now lies only the expectation of tomorrow

Positive thoughts filled me up
It was all due to a new given opportunity
Life does play its many games
Sometimes it does put us to shame
At other times, it does help us rise

Mystical experiences happen only once
Except to those lucky few
Those who bask in the divine
But still, I was aroused
And my soul did open up!

Tired of being seen as a piece of stone
I could now let myself flow
I was strong on the inside
Even if frail on the outside
Surely, I must be in heaven

No more would I yearn for the unattainable
Lucky I am to be made of what I am
Unique is my stance
Being made for a special purpose
Sharing a unique relationship with my maker

My senses could feel the joy
My soul did allow itself to open
Come, brave new day
Come, and may you stay
I shall enjoy whatever you do give to me!

Love~~~

I know not whether someday I shall be able to love
Though I do keep writing of it
Of it's ways and it's essence
I believe not that someday I shall give my soul to a human

Why, should you wonder, to follow such a path is to be brave
Life is made of love and companionship in its every bit
Else, why would God have shown man how to dance
Why would He have even given him the woman?

Being made of fragility,
I did choose to live my life subtly
My fate did choose for me, otherwise
For my verses shall remain in your memories

Yet, I only can love my muse, my strength
The one who did give me a new birth
The one whose name resounds in my soul
The one to whom I do give out many a call

Love in this world being so temporal
I wonder if it is even for real
Why, surely the motive of it is selfish
Else, why would one be willing to share with another his dish?

I do sit and watch the skies
I do sit and watch the sunrise
I do go about with my duty
Knowing full well that someday it shall all be seen as a futility

I know not whether someday I shall be able to love
My heart is closed to opportunities
Once it did go through the worse agonies
Why, this life is sure to be ending, to have again, another beginning!

So, what matters most is to be able to make the most out of it
What matters most is to be able to see it as a treat
Even with its hurdles
Even if it has us going on in circles!

Dawning in the desert

I woke up in a dry desert
It was hot, it was stuffing and I was all alert
Was I dreaming? Was I hallucinating?
Then he came, claiming to be the one to foster my writing
He was dressed as an Arab prince
He had blue eyes, fair traits and he rode a horse
He was the one because of whom life and its ways I did endorse
My muse, at last, in human form,
My muse, to whom I gave my whole being
My muse, the only one who can melt me down with his subtle charm!

Autumn Breeze

Autumn Breeze on an autumn day, how cold thou art

How icy art thou fingers, when thou dost clench my heart

My ribs, my soul, why even my mind

Walking alone down the road,

Hoping to leave my ghosts behind

I suddenly realize that thou ethos dost match with my mood

Autumn, I believe only a hot coffee would lighten me up for good!

On Halloween Night~~~

Ever since I was a child
I fell in love with the Halloween Night
Is it not a moment so wild
One worthy of being seen as infinite

 This year's halloween has me all perked up
With my own peers I would party and sup
Deep into a dark and desolate forest
Somewhere further away than civilisation's crest

I dressed as a witch
The one who was killed by Gretel
I hoped to make all those who saw me itch
Should they resist me, I would ask them for a duel

We walked down the streets
Children ran everywhere with bags full of sweets
It was a night oh so lovely
I felt like I had begun to live, oh how lovely!

We reached our destination, the lonely forest
It was so silent, nothing moved, not even the trees, the largest
We reached a clearing
And we settled for some dining!

It would have been still so lovely
But Oh how gruesome
It came from nowhere, a beast so fearsome
And made of my peers a meal so hearty

It was so huge, with eyes so red, with teeth so sharp
He let me live, for from my mouth, prayers I did warp
Then I felt it, a hand lifting me up from my near death
Taking me back to the security of home, as if giving me a new birth

Oh for a halloween, it surely is the most deadly one I have lived
My peers are gone, I hope that beast as well no more does breathe!

Some intimacy with my muse~~~

Ever since I met that one being
I have been lost in a world of his own
So charming he is, so elevating
That by his side, to sorrow I am no more prone

Though I know not his form, or his name
Though I feel him not physically
He makes feel like I am a real dame
All sweet, pampered and so sexy

He allowed my dreams to come true
Writing and making my verses come alive
Writing and leaving behind my steps in black and blue
Why such is the reason why I took birth, I believe

O Muse, never, oh never do leave my side
Only your charms can fill up my emptiness with pride!