Numb!!

Rain clouds come to play,
Sunshine’s out of vision.

The cold winter winds sweep over,

As gales and hurricanes take a toll.

For me, winter is here to stay and go on...

Spring is lost in the pathos of the earth,

Hidden somewhere underground,

Locked in its own prison walls,

Of dying Pansies and rotting Ivys.

The snow comes down in showering hales

And starry flakes that cover,

The whole wide-world white.

Like a dying man’s shroud it covers me too,

Death is cold and rough and almost silent.

It sweeps in and makes me go numb.

I am now losing myself

In the hollow of the light,

Burning red and black, for me;

Beckoning me to it.

Its this light that leads me,

Leads me not to my goal,

But to my final destination –

HELL!!

Graveyard of memories

It’s a somber silent day

As mournful moments hold the heart sway,

For it’s the day when reminiscences would

Be buried; In the Graveyard of Memories.

Ah! Memories, Memories of unrequited love,

Of feelings deceived and of spirits broken up;

Memories of vicious words and merciless acts,

Of painful days and nights of tearful facts.

But what of the memories, those others of the mind:

Of days of tender reveries, and nights of the enchanted kind;

Of daydreams and dreamings of the savory nights.

And what of waking up happy and hopes flying high.

What of the dreams, seen with open eyes?

Of passionate love, that would never die.

And what of yearnings for a loving glance?

Hoping to be stolen from the lover’s rigid stance.

Alas! All are to be buried six feet under,

Death claiming all and making no blunder.

In the Graveyard of Memories,

Leaving behind only delusioned effigies.

Oh Earth!

Incarcerated behind the bars of agony

O’ Earth! On this soil of yours I toil –

Dead and lonely!!

The flowers may bloom,

But when?

The seeds of success may sprout,

But till then,

I may have left this world of yours,

I may have got lost,

Somewhere in that vast azure.

I may not smell,

I may not taste,

The flowers and the fruits –

Of my own deeds,

When I am still on you.

Living and dreaming and desiring...

I want to feel,

All that life has to offer; to give,

While I am still here; while I am still breathing..

Touched..

Time raptures maturity,

Love touches very few

Innocence is lost—

Amidst the dense mist,

Of knowledge and ethics

And of principles, very few.

It has touched me now—

As it had once touched you.

Life has given me all it can,

Now it is my turn to show it

What else I can do.