"The Meet"

“The Meet”

 A heart tied to a string.

That stretched miles apart,

With its end knuckled

To the intoxication of divine bliss.

The fragrance conquered the soul,

And led it through the lights

Like the Bagpiper’s rats.

Like a clown drives a kin.

And then the clocks stagnated

Freed the heart to flap its wings

To Dive through the ocean

And part with realism.

The beauty in the eyes,

Radiated as the path terminated

And as he stepped down the stairs

His heart photographed

What his soul ached for.

They wrapped each other,

With zeal and fervor

The rest these hands can’t express,

The two blushed beauty with the touch.

"King George Philip"

“King George Philip”

It’s not a tale, not a fact

But a morsel of realism.

‘King Philip’ strangled,

In a girdle of flowers.

The ‘great’ can break through,

But abashed, he might

Wreck those Rhododendrons.

The clime was never cold,

Guess the only dew was his tears.

Kings Anatomy, neither heart nor brain

But his principles, his conviction.

An another breathing shared those walls.

The Anubis , a snake, a crow

A messenger from the limbo

The alliance between those lives

Boiled in raw frost, unadulterated venom

The King laid still, while vulture starved

It nipped the King from his bosom

A mere sting couldn't tremble him.

Decades passed, and the King dissolved.

But his fundamentals immortalised

With the tears, the dew.

As Rhododendrons were poisoned

The King was acute,

Once again, Anubis couldn't triumph.

The Endless Cycle.

“The Endless Cycle”

The words I exhale,

Come from a dungeon.

The noble locked up for a sin,

Not illegitimate, but righteous.

How can I possibly explain the plight

When decree holds no expression.

Weathered eyes, broken bones

Like the endless cycle of affliction,

Waiting for torments to heal.

The only bright of the dark,

Are those twinkling mermaids

Who swallow the slaying,

And dive through the deep

Of the oceans of servile conscious.

The cells are restrained

By the tigers of ravage,

And the Gaurs of arena.

You cannot clown them

There’s no hole you can cut through.

Then there was a night,

When the sun lined up with the moon

They ran with zest, blinding the beasts.

Reflecting their triumph, gleaming their victory.

Dismally, It was an endless cycle,

Seized till the calamity.

Its You

“Its You”

They were beads of an infinite necklace

They were free birds together in a cage

She became the key to his lock

He became the shine to her dull

All they knew was love

All they knew was sympathy.

Like sea is to a boat

Like comfort is to sleep

Like emptiness is to hunger

Like talent is to desperation

They were fists fighting the odds

They were candles contending the dark.

Like ignited minds of the doom

Like butterflies’s euphoric mate

Inseperable lips, entwined twigs

Like a hair breadth escape of winds

To the balloons sleaking, Flying up high

Higher and higher

He wore negativity, Above depicts optimism

They were depurated , By lucifers of time and distance

Curtained to see, Shadowed to feel

Rest is unwritten, unwinded

"The Most Important Step"

I feel like I'm trodden
over the steps of life and temptation
of endless expectations, and infinite aspirations
light seems distant, hope seems far
but I've to get there, whatever it takes
I've to run in my mind, crawl in my heart
keeping aside apprehension 
keeping beside reliance 
and as I walk, everything seems to fall in place
there are couple of steps to go
the sight would be gleaming, that I know
my knees are agonized, head seems heavy
but I've to walk, doesn't matter how hard the way is
I'm winning, my eyes flicker
but I'm worried, i might go blind
with so much prestige, so much domination
I've lost my way, at the middle of track i sway
hanging between blind domination and allurement
I'm still hanging
trying to make out, which way to go

"She was Raped"

I see sun drowning in the lake
I see humaneness being swept away
By the devils inside, by the agonies beside
They rape, they assault, and laugh
O’er the pride, the awe
That they just looted

Unaware of the pain they caused
Unaware of the confidence they crucified

They call themselves men
By abiding chauvinism
She’s your mother, your daughter
Her warmth just turned cold
By the Satan inside you.

It’s a bad omen I guess
The wolves are howling
It’s a tiger’s cry
The doves have bled,
And their blood is dripping,
To fill your endless thirst

Will it ever end?
The Satan is immortal
But those beauties aren’t
I see their eyes, turning black
I see their skin, awaiting nourishment
And their hopes crushed
Jolted over, suffocated
Will it ever end?
Maybe not

"This is where I work"

Get a bit aside big fella
'this is where i work'
on this clean marble slab, 
blessed by the dust of the rich
but doomed by their ignorance
help me, will you?
you look like a glitter
covered in gold, embedded with diamonds
not toxicated by ego
not influenced by materialism
there was nothing i could do
was awestruck, was brimmed in grief
a gem rolled down my eyes
couldn't give her anything except sympathy
to much of my wonder, she smiled
thanking me for the compassion
we couldn't stand each other
the air pressurised us
she turned her gleaming eyes
to a bubble seller
to her it was magic, to others it was exasperation
i could see her eyes
photographing endless aspirations
soon she was rebuked
by the ego of the rich
who flaunt and boast of the things they haven't earned
i couldn't give her anything, i'm sad
but i'm dedicating this to her, for this i'm glad
work as hard as you can, don't beg from this acquisitive world
they can't lend you hands
they can't give you ears
because they're deaf
blooded with bluster and cavalier
believe in what you do
believe what is right
choose to win, choose to fight
and i'm there, with my shoulder ready
will spring you to heights
have faith, have belief
people will adhere to your marks one day.