Desuetude!

State of rage and state of fear
All have I seen in this month of may
Rhapsodized and then reconciled
And now today I am stranded in this game
Like the tombstone waiting for its name.


A poor boy once in a bad old time
He was disparaged and then he was in love
And then he heard the dulcet dirge
He has seen me when the thoughts went low
But most of it he wont mention right now.


The warm mellifluous melancholy
And the chilled northern winds
They come together, brewed by the blue sky
Penning the finest poetry yet very austere
Recollecting the past, predicting the future.

She, is dead

There is a revolution in my head
There are incessant deaths, blood all over
Every moment she dies in my heart
Not a suicide but a murder
By the foes of frolic and traitors of time
And when my eyes not often try to talk
And when I serenade to the petrified dark
I am silenced by her echoing soliloquy.

Gangster!

A young soul with an old mind
Staying up the night of cold boredom
A prolific poet or a philanderer
You would demand and I shall gift
And then would you sing me lullabies
And then would ask me when and why?
And then would you call me across the street
And promise to make love to  my dreams?
In the sublime love of yours
Would rot my melancholy serenade
And then if you hear a voice at midnight
Would you wake up and embrace me
For I would be bleeding and would need you
For I would be tired of the unanswered calls
For I would desire for you just to say goodbye
Forgive me sweetheart, I made my choice
And I want to be a gangster and live till I die!

Contemplation II

I want to fly a jet-plane
High up in the sky
untouched by the people beneath.
This earth which lifts me up
sends me close to the stars
would call me back someday
And I have to land.
I am too scared to hit the clouds
and be lost,
for it would be a sin.
I love my craft
And the trail it leaves behind.
The beauty of it I shall want to see again
So today I would land  it
to fly with it tomorrow again.

Contemplation I

I know the time would come someday
I would strode as you sprint away
plaintive tears like steady dew drops;
And a cold dawn would petrify me.

I would remind myself the sins of past
which never were incorrigible
or may be i thought them to be
or may be there were no sins

Melancholy would soon dissolve
convoluted words would sympathise me
here I resign to walk-in tomorrow
and the vicious circle continues.

Don't know what!

Like i cannot sleep when its too hot
I cannot sleep when its too cold
bring on the beauty and would adore
bring on the ugliness and would loathe

The days of pain i have lived
the days of glory are yet to come
kicking my dreams is what I do
loving my soul is what i dont

People alive or people dead
the truth is what that ever stays
the graveyard gloom is like a hug
the smile tomorrow is like a kiss

A monster is death and life a bitch
hope stays and expectations least
thin lines of words tough to know
eclipsed is you and the moment now.

Behead a stranger, look in his eyes
and then look above at the summer sky
and then you wish life and no lament
murderer you are of not just one.

Dream on!

So  much I hate to wake up and kill you

And be the murderer of my own serenity.

Though everyday brings me to reality 

And every night dooms it to glory

This overrated life seems so incomplete

Without that stupendous time with you.

You knock when the day ends 

And pioneer the elegant times 

The green fields and the windmills

The blue stream and the april lilies

Ah! it is no dream and its real!

Or am I just dreaming against dream?

When I wake up to embrace the dawn

I know my heart would condole me

I know you're still just a dream 

And though melancholy lingers

There is no harm not to touch you

And there is no harm just to see you.