"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