Perdition

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

Steely Sphinx

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.

Silent Reverie

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.

A golden cage

A slender figure, decades old.
Sitting with her cage, made of gold.
Long dead eyes look out to see the sky.
But her sight is too blurred, for her to see by.
She waits for him with the letters cutched in her hand.
Waiting for the winged bird to come with like magical wand.
Her white cold hand touches the paper.
Ages old and decayed, like forget-me-nots they smoulder.
Turning into dust, valued at nitch.
She smiles as she wonders if her looks still bewitch.
Dreams in her dreams wearing the white wedding gown.
She tries to remember love as just a noun.
Spiders weaving cobwebby tale make home in her bosom.
A sad destiny indeed for a maid so lissom
Stares at the images on the wall, vision flickers.
Tomorrow she'll be gone with no trace; faith never wavers.
Waiting for him, she must,as she always had.
Letting not a tear fall, as promised to her lad.
The room is his, so are the letters.
But she lives there in her mind, bound by imaginary fetters.
For there is her mind- passion glows.
For there is that room emotions overflow.

Silver Moondrop

A silver moondrop shines on my nose.
I reach out to feel it before it goes.
A thing of beauty,of silver joy forever.
Enchants me to hide it,to show never.
I place it gently on a finger and run.
To show him the moondrop,share the fun.
Place the drop on his forehead, it trickles down.
Runs along his brows,smoothens his frown.
Disappears into his lashes,i cry:i was the keeper!
Slowly he stirs awake,opens his peeper.
Lo and behold!!My moondrops not one but two.
And in the eyes which I forever knew.
Its my own moondrop,it shall stay forever with me.
And I'll treasure it's wonder, enchantment and ethereal beauty.

A mysterious Tryst

Open eyed a story unfolded around
I saw a man with struggling ropes bound
On a chair with a bomb ticking
Around him were creatures dancing
Like snakes their bodies were slithering
It was dark and smoky
A shivering up the body
And then came a maiden clad in white
Her face unclear as the smoke filled his sight
She came and touched his shoulders letting him free
As the ropes came off she let out a gurgle carefree
Touching his face with her white cold hand
She let her eyelashes touch his wedding band
A single teardrop touched his cheek


And then she was gone into the mist
As the sun came to end this mysterious tryst.