Friday, May 23, 2014

Silhouette


A hazy silhouette in a drowning sun
On a decrepit boat amidst roaring waves
Hurt from storms and nostalgic winds
For rushing to home, its heart craves

Yet the hands don’t feel the urge
And the body doesn’t twist in the despair of inaction
Instead, a random shallow feeling haunts the mind
Monotony of getting stuck since inception

Duration makes you restless, if you are restless
Else it makes you too comfortable, too lazy
For him, everything started losing its meaning
A cadaverous mind became even more sleazy

Nihilistic thoughts under myriad obligations
Moments that goaded him to the choice of desertion
Of everything he owned or believed he would
He left for the sake of an unknown gratification...

Friday, May 16, 2014

Devil's Cry

As devil unleashed his vitriolic venom
Imprudently they spurned
Fleeing could have saved them
Too late now--all in his range were burned

A sweet little ingenuous child
Viewing the world through his love tinted eyes
Epitome of goodness & faith he was
Amazing how soon the innocence dies

Battered torn scarred shaken
The world rammed over him
He ran, he fought, he lost
Chance of survival in civilized jungle was slim

Yet each time he stood up to face the world
With every battering the child died within
His soul became darker & darker
He acquired a thick shell & a sting

Annihilation ran amok all around
An unprecedented most unforeseen barrage
How could they have known who he was
Charm, comic & candor—chimerical mirage!

Wide eyes dilated with terror they remembered
The incredible time when he met first
Sparks of love flew all around
That was before the bubble burst

Amongst those unfortunates was a fairy
She saw him and she was trapped too
Cheerful & young like a verdant bower
She loved him and to him it seemed he loved her too

Her soft touch was like a water drop on lotus
Epitome of delicateness, she was beauty surreal
Was it a dream, or was the dream real
He stooped to the halo, she made the devil kneel

Love a scorpion and it can do only one thing
It can sting and a slow death it can bring
He can’t help it, it’s his nature, that’s how he grew
Despite knowing that the sting makes him dead too

Devil he was, he just couldn't change
But the love was real, only he knew the same
He cried & shrieked on destruction of love he had himself hurled

And vitriolic venom was unleashed on the world

Silhouette

A hazy silhouette in a drowning sun On a decrepit boat amidst roaring waves Hurt from storms and nostalgic winds For rushing to home, i...