Melodrama

Nothing can cure my melodrama
There is no convalescence
My emotions, inane,
unbearable, without essence

Behind my walls, I must silently weep
I must smolder to avoid burning
Behind my back someone should stand
Support me without ever turning

Hope might forsake me, but not a tear
I must cry out what I can not bear
I may be happy if I don't care
For this, I should not look here or there

For this, I should stand tall and not see
Exactly like a wisdom tree
Dry eyes wide open, without a wink
They are allowed only to think

Again I go to bouts of fear
Again the sad music starts far and near
Though I think, my heart and soul are clear
I don't know what comes out as tear

I must believe in the goodness of soul
I must see life as a whole
I must understand my life's goal
For God's sake, I must exert some control

I doubt this can ever be done
I even doubt the moon, and the sun
It may be done at the point of gun
Knock me down, let me be the one

Nothing can cure my melodrama
No morning, no light, no season in sight
In the curl of a sea, in my bed, towards right
I weep alone in my own delight

The sublime fruits of knowledge hang high,
Some are sour and some are sweet
Lying down in perversity of soul and circumstance
I need some salt, so I weep

Faith

These tears will not reach there
Can they travel far away
Does this sadness has any purpose
May be here faith comes to play

Those who can not say words
Or sing songs and offer smiles
They do have a lonely hearts
And they do travel lonely miles

Shards to sand, down the palm holes
Into the earths of distance
An itch remains deep inside
The eternal itch of existence

Is there a place of no words, no eyes
Is there a place of no sands, no bay
May be, may be....
May be there faith comes to play

The Fall

There is a beauty to see people fall
Gracefully, without succumbing, like wall

Neither yielding, nor tussling, gracious sack
Like a dip in still water, never to come back

A speck moving down slowly, to settle with more specks
No rejection, no protection, no checks

A liberal dive into nullity, with faint thump
Limbs lost on ground, all there and all dump

The fallen falls knowing there is no escape
And there is no running away from destined rape

So, the fall is enacted daily, to reject the saddle
and he descends every time he is tired to paddle

Yeh, a beautiful fall, descent into no zone
That look of acceptance, embracing the unknown

Again the time has come, to be loose, to hang in air,
And to touch the divine ground, without any despair

This is the time, the free moment of the dearest fall
He want to keep only this memory, and erase rest all.

Happy Souls

As long as we cruised safe, with our sails waving
As long as we roamed fine, with our friends raving

We don't care, we haven't done anything, we are sure
We don't care, we are happy and we are pure

We never go to muddy places, we just turn on our ACs
Do we look the running types, however we have tied our laces

Please don't see us, with such horror, such disdain
This may shock us, alarm us, may even give us pain

Come to our complete comfort, here is a simple solution
Lets save our soul, lets live, lets take a little resolution

Hey dear, in shabby shoes, you question against sweet life
Love it, live it, don't treat it like your own wife

For those who find sourness in this blissful nectar
For those who search shadows under the projector

For those who show care for those who don't care
For those who can't even wear a happiness layer

Those are the people whom we should definitely aim
Catch hold of them gently, love them and tame

The dearest love may be used to the best of uses
Is human, should love, there are no excuses

We can picture you happy, why can't you
We can give you best of cud that you can ever chew

The valiant doors of heaven, will fell ashamed
When they look to the glory of the days, we framed

A mind can't fathom, what a heart may feel in a beat
Listen to it, my dear, it can never cheat

Take a leap into eternity, bring your families along
Wake up, stand and go, where you happy souls belong

Lo dear, our future is looking exceedingly bright
With gods and govts on our side, who dare can fight

So, come to us, why think, become one
So, come to us, there is no dearer fun

I bet, you will also say such sweet poems to one and all
You will sing them in tune, if you find anyone standing tall

Such is the bliss of this ordinary life
With happiness galore and pleasure rife

Prayer

Give a moment of grief,
A handful of such moments
closely-knit, no air, no light

Make them stay here,
not a puff of smoke,
A whole pack, packed tight

Don't give an age of joy,
not even an orphan slice,
loose and earthly, very bright

Not the void of lips parting
Or an up-tight bond with destiny
just two closed eyes, no sight

May be it will work
May be it should work
Lethal, but it may be right

Don't lose your divine vision
Never stop this plight
Believe us as we do
We will always be dead quiet
and we are always here to say
Alright Alright !

The Return

Tumbled like an infant, with closed eyes,
Fists holding the blanket, oh so tightly.

Curled in pain, like a maimed knot,
Sailors of dark sea, overturning surfs.

We return, from overgrown fields,
Years of sick unused me, behind.

A task, a struggle, a judgment, a job,
Lots of arrows to learn to shoot from.

Life smelling like fumes from dead remains,
Still burning, as fresh as we left before.

Nest

A mirror shone several rays,
The beautiful, ugly and the dead.
Reflections of life onto its past,
Silent though, nothing left unsaid.

Sweet smell of far off fields,
Wet nostalgia of yesterdays.
Minced with sickening warmth,
Affectionately flaming all todays.

Flaring love for forgotten yore,
Longing for a far winter sun.
Dangers of lighting new fires,
And fears of having all undone.

Flawless arms around my neck,
Told to stay by longer and rest.
Dying dreams of late mornings pleaded,
For the lost quest to rest in the nest.

Finale

Sins of the red hand and regrets of a loser,
Came closer in the night of doom.
Joy of living and the anguish of being,
Joined hands in the hour of gloom.

Hope seemed a foolish self justification,
Faith bade its last good bye.
Broken links stopped praying for lost cause,
Heart burst without a single sigh.

For us, there is no death, cried in refrain,
For us, there is no life either.
For we, the children of dust and lust,
Nor mind can kill us, heart neither.

Fell in the array of dim bright lights,
Saw the confusion in every passing breath.
Closed little light in my feeble fist,
Before the final dance of death.

The Unseen Drop

Has the color of color died or the paper was too smooth,
Poor fellow tried to show all what he could see with naked eyes.
He again painted with different colors, may be it would show,
Is it color or paper or the dead soul, that refused to register.

A voilin cried in perfection all night to symphonies of masters,
No one stopped by to drop a tear or eye to its passion.
They all danced laughing to the screams from the other side,
Voilin played the music feeding his soul, fasting all night

A penman scribbed his absurd agonies on parched paper for ages,
He thought to store them in a place, away from heat of the sun.
Wisemen came with sweet lullabies, wrote on stone in calligraphy,
Penman died someday, thinking of a story, in the heat of the sun.

Tiny Blades

The gates of tiny blades, the light on the green grass
The dirt of earth below, a foot pressed it all

The soul of night and the son of darkness, sang together
The spirit of dawn, the sister of light, spoiled it all

The unrest of mind, the buses of thought, wandered, waved
The necessity of life, the ruler of might, aligned it all

The burning hearts, the turning clocks, around my side
The whorl of fire, those two stones, flamed it all

Myself

Closing the night, sweet slow lullaby, singing to myself
Finding an alibi, messing the life, talking to myself

Making sea in sink, hoisting the flag, raising to myself
Painting hands on walls, every line clear, waving to myself

Making memory of today, thinking slow, creating by myself
Keeping the silence, thinking aloud, living by myself

Making castle of mud, washing hands, all by myself
Hiding the sweat, showing the disguise, all by myself

So Sweet !

Be quiet when I am talking to you, her eyes said that
see me when I am listening to you, her eyes saw mine

Hold my hands when I am walking with you, we walked
close your eyes when you kiss me, its all fine

Don't see that, don't speak this, she spoke lightly
don't touch this, don't hear that, said all in a line

Be with me as no one was, see me as no one has,
I was no one in a moment, was it just another sign

Love must be tender, touches sweet, she silkily rustled
Whispers of warmth or shrills of distance, must I resign.

Cabiria

Dancing with bent knees, she realized she could have done better
Keeping her pain to herself, she felt she could have gone wetter

Days and nights may loose limits, weeks may pass like this
Time goes by, all she dreamt is to be burnt by a kiss

A flash of light, a peck on the cheek is what you may give
But how long it will last and how long you will live

Full submission is loss and no one will love to lose
Who dare show commitment and let him open to abuse

She wants the things that people usually trade for money
She dreams she could find someone, but its not too sunny

She deserves nothing as her demands are insanely high
She needs to learn to live in a world of hi and bye !

On Life Lived

The Summer of Love may find itself too dry ,
The Winters and Springs either aint too great.
The Seasons of love will all be the same ,
Probably its love's only trait.

The haze-maze of life seems too difficult to follow,
The regularities of life are just same to endure.
The Lust for life is blood for we-vampires ,
The surety of death is the only cure.

The Elixir of life, the pleasure of pain ,
The Touch of Truth, the deep flights onto highs.
The misery of existence and the triumphs of spirit ,
All engraved in our experiences, rest all dies.

Comfort

Blue viens on his wrist, turned red
First sip of blood and he turned mad

Red lips spoke all about the suspect
They talked about rules and respect

Red is bad as it shows little too much
He changed a lot before coming out as such

Venom is spreading, who has the courage or the will
Comfortable are those who havn't tasted the red pill