I dreamt of the letter again tonight
As the sun came in with its rays so bright
I stretched out my arms for what is mine
The pink letter of my countless dreams divine
I try and try to peep in inside, catch a glance
To see what you have written only for me, if I have a chance
It’s got flowers and lovely ribbons on the outside
It makes my eyes go a love-struck surprised wide
And then I see it’s not a letter at all but a beautiful pink card
With birthday wishes and the lovely handwriting of a feminine bard
It’s not mine at all, not my name anywhere at all…
Neither in the ‘to’ nor in the ‘from’
But there’s the touch of a female form
I look away in my dreams, unable to bear the pain
I had been so presumptuous, was so vain.
Peeping into the past or the future is not my business
So I shut up and look at the present dizziness
As days and nights meaninglessly whizz past us...
I just stay numb and wish that the pink letter was mine.
But neither have you cared enough nor have I
It’s been a relationship of convenience from the very start
I know you’ll say me saying this hurts.
Good news is that I don’t dream of it anymore
But the truth doesn’t set you free,
It just binds you to a greater degree.
The little waif checks her image in the mirror a little nervously
She starts walking up the rickety stairs slowly, softly, surreptitiously!
As the wooden floor creaks underneath her light weight,high heels.
She rings the door bell, and so sets into motion fortune's wheels.
The long awaited moment has come at last,when she shall be freed.
A nice little bargain she had struck with the man who had the greed.
The greed for flesh and lust for love entwined.
With no wedding vows nor promises of undying love.
He kissed her lips for he hadn't had enough,then made love.
Gnawing at her slim wrists with a slimmer blade.
Joyous Blood oozed out as turbulent Life began to fade.
She had dreamt of dreams in an unseen heaven,
He found in her lovely corpse his secure haven.
And as her breaths started slowly fading away.
She gave him a white rose for peace to light his way.
He dipped it in her red making it more priceless than a ruby.
She kissed his lips a final time and smiled like a white lily.
He closed her eyes and stuck it in his pocket nonchalantly.
[PS: Nothing personal...Just musings on a random evening]
Inhibited Rage fills my mind..
My soul screams for perdition..
Words have stopped...
and I feel trapped..
God please please let me out
--Is all my mind screams.
But there is no divine revelation.
Only blank silences and monologues
With me as its only audience.
Gibberish words making sense to none
Headless images swirling but doesn't fix on one
Poetry has bid a bloody sweet kiss for a goodbye
And the finer emotions are singing their own lullaby
Life has become an euphemism for a senseless rout
As I try to recover from each nauseated bout
Whats wrong..Whats right..Am i going through puberty?
But thats a laughable option coz I'm twenty!
Blankness eats away at a part of my soul
Redemption would come only with something novel
A little piece of heaven is what everyone wants
I want the chaotic Pandemonium of Perdition
For there this rage would be released from its inhibition
And I would pass onto the hellish heaven of mine
I am free, I am bound to thee no more.
Oh, you world of selfish reasons.
So many dreams, beliefs and aspirations
Of mine have you engulfed within your molten core.
What an irony,the molten core has no heart.
Its all red lava with not an iota of emotion.
It makes men of steel and steel of men.
All your sinful piety appeals to me no more.
I've had enough of you and your self-glorious ways,
It's my time now,to move on and assert myself.
Not in this steely world as you would want.
But in my private sphere where you aren't allowed.
You might pester and plead,but oh!You foolish one,
The place you lost once cannot be blackmailed from me.
I'm over and through, I am just so bored of you.
Your tricks and your whiles don't appeal anymore.
And you ain't even a mystery worthy to be solved.
'Coz you are just a sphinx with no charm at all.
Just another dementor wanting my soul.
You can have my body,you can have my mind.
But believe me this promise I made to thee.
As long as the wind enters the stairways of my hell.
I shall prevent thee from corrupting my mind.
You shall cheat no more from me a part of my thoughts.
And make castles of thin air with the "stories" I just told.
So be pleased with your jealousy and self-glorifying ways.
This my final adieu to you my dear friend-"Happy Plays".
PS:when i say good-bye i really mean it...people are rid of my mind and heart forever as if they never existed at all..this poem says goodbye to some-one.
In a silent reverie,I go on with weird life.
Hoping and straining my ears for the sound of a strife.
I just need to hear a sound,the sound of your voice.
A few moments of fleeting joy in the vanity of a day.
The tide comes and washes away from my eyes the muddy clay.
Its time to labour,a time to be patient.
A time will come when I'll be with you again.
Till then wait is all I can do,knowing that-
as the warm fingerprint ebbs away from the cold steel.
The pain gnawing at my heart will find recession too.
This life is so dull and insipid-no glorious joy.
But there's a hope that I'm going to meet my sweet boy.
So when you read this oh u passer-by,stop and think.
Know that this has been created of a patience unsurpassed by a wink.
Dont lose what you have,by thinking what what you dont.
I committed that mistake and ever repeat that?I wont.
I'm waiting now for a chance to come my way again.
And this time I know time wont be spent in vain.
Not that time was of no use these days.
I knew you a lil more,and loved even more.
You got to see me from closer and we grew up.