DELUSIONS

You may wonder,why oceans are so deep,

Well,they are filled when people broken in love weep,

You may think why clouds are so dark,

That's because the rain breaks their heart...

Don't try to think why it sometimes rains,

It's just HIS tears when HIS heart pains,

Stop thinking why there comes a storm,

It's because of some winds with feelings warm...

And you may ponder why blue are the skies,

That's just their blues due to a a million spoken lies,

Ask never why this wind always blows,

She will find a true lover,this fact she knows...

Stop doubting the trees' sweet mystic rustle,

They stand still and build their own sand-castle,

Don't even imagine that these waves rise so high,

As finally after rising in a minute they die...

Never imagine that flow alone these rivers,

The thought of not meeting their oceans,makes them shiver,

Neither do pity on the expanse of a brook,

That same enchants you in just a single look...

Think and never feel that a moth is lame,

For often it dies,to meets it's loving flame,

Never ever mistake a spark to be tiny,

For it engulfs a forest into flames huge and shiny...

Never try to think that all sweet is this love,

When settles in your heart,flows in every single nerve,

Don't happen to believe that people from it run,

They're just lost and in search of the right turn...

Think what has led to the flow of my art,

Art that can always rip your heart apart,

This may seem to you as just a sad,silent moan,

But inside me surges a mighty teary cyclone...

Alter Ego

I'm like these raindrops falling on this glass window,

Flowing in random paths to the windowpane below,

And just as these trickling tiny raindrops,

My longing for you just never stops...

Like drops of dew on mulberry leaves,

Even light winds they do deceive,

I'm lulling myself into a virtual realm,

And wishing life to be a romantic film...

Like beads of pearl from a maiden's necklace,

I'm bound to you with an invisible strong lace,

I shiver at the sight,the string is loose,

Lying alone even on velvet,the pearl's of no use...

Like a candle burning with flickering fervour,

As just as a soft,wall-merging murmur,

I try to explore the blue waters in depth,

I soon realize,I am not yet deft...

Why didn't I have a heart I can cheat?

This stupid thing loves you more with each beat,

Why I see you ,my eyes when I close?

When not to drift to you,neither of them knows...

Submission

My tears are a testimony to my love.

I saw you, and for a moment time stopped.

'Twas only your deep dark hazel eyes,

Eyes like a mirage, they covered latent lies.

Where are you now, when I'm so alone.

Where's your heart, or is it just another stone?

I wander in your search, I need you,

Where was I wrong, was I too true?

I wake up and miss your voice and incense,

Your voice that once completed my unchalked essence,

I see the rising sun, I submit, I drown,

For I was once taught that love was abstract noun.

I shiver, I quiver, I subsist within my ambit,

My panorama replete with your aura, all wet,

All wide windowpanes covered with dripping dewdrops,

Not for a moment this trickling tear stops.

I call this, now, reverse psychology, sustainability,

The ticking stops I hope for reincarnation, stability,

Breath is put on cold, palm is almost frozen cold,

I try and try but fail to cast myself in another mould.

I saw a leaf, it rained, and rolled a dewdrop,

Then there was wind and your long flowing locks,

Saw endless waves and a lonely sea-shore,

But the wind did something never done before.

With each passing second I need you even more…

Diaries from Dawn to Dusk(Part 1)...

Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person(or girl:we do think that way) is purely co-incidental,well not purely ;)

It was Tuesday.I dunno the date,but it was the second class,yes,I had missed the very first class I was supposed to attend.With unnecessary guilt and more dominating sleepiness,I slowly walked past five rows,selected a seat at random and deposited my lazy ass on it.Unconcerned,I dozed off till I heard commotion.Finally,a teacher entered,he kept his gibberish on for a span of forty-five minutes that seemed to me like a whole age of civilization.To me,it was just so un-intriguing.The world started seeming unworthy.

Few days passed and I was immersed in the beauty of the place,with nature all around in it's full,splendid form,I was too absorbed to even think of hitting on girls.The real deal for me was the climate of this place.Since long I have had a fascination for rains,loved being drenched in those prickly,tiny droplets and for a moment losing the sensation of my identity.Rain seems to replinesh the soul,each drop coming straight from heavens and wasing away every single piece of guilt or concern.The place was serene and my state of mind resonated with the beauty of it.

For days,eating,sleeping,killing time and avoiding human contact became my primary issues of concern.But if you are a moth,you are bound to be attracted towards flame,having the knowledge that flame is usually dangerous for you does not seem to have an impact on your approach,instead knowing that you are an enlightened moth makes you more vulnerable to flame in a sense that no mind can fathom-that's human nature for us-complex yet so mystically engaging.And so the moment she entered the class,I knew I was the stupid moth beholding my flame that is bound to incenerate me to a pile of ash sooner or later.But life lies in living and cherishing the moment,so off my eyes went for their trip.Stupid marble pieces,they tend to fix their gaze on every entity that threatens my existence.

Forgetting the regulating beauty of nature I was immediately under some unknown spell,spell of another form of beauty,complex and magnetic.For a moment my mind drifted to it's realm of comparisons,the subjects this time being her beauty and nature's beauty.Period of dilemma followed,then I gave up thinking about that as I fealt that it was so very unjust of me to compare two things that are in their own repects,the most beautiful things known to me.That day I returned and found my horror materialising.Yes,I had my first SLEEPLESS NIGHT.I was doomed,struck hard by the arrow of beast with the bow who pretends to be an angel.I wonder what people saw in that monster that they came to calling him 'Cupid'. Cupid???Are you kidding me?Isn't that a way too cute for a creature of his barbarism.First trapping innocent happy souls,lulling them into a world of alternate existance and then ruining their present.Anyways,I knew I had fallen his prey...

My Walk Back...

As I stroll returning to my cozy room,

Like a hapless titan who witnessed a doom,

The sun just drowned in the depths of horizon,

I trot and now shuffle for some latent reason..

My gaze drifted to an insignificant water puddle,

I thought of you and felt a need for a cuddle,

I felt myself drowning in my well of oblivion,

Some hazy,vivid images then flashed in my vision...

Then come this mild drizzle,I heard sweet rustle,

Like lines of Shelly, effective yet subtle,

That was the moment I realized from intuition,

You're the one leading to my esoteric art's ignition...

I kept on going,thoughts kept on flowing,

It wasn't even August,yet wild wind was blowing,

All I hope for is just my reincarnation,

Yet I'm obsessed with your temptation...

Stretching upon this poem is my every single letter,

Like on a winter horizon,bright stars do scatter,

I tried catching you wandering eyes,but they caught me first,

I exist now like a rose,one thrown away in dust...

The weather's getting more lively,I just heard a thunder,

That sound of thunder,felt deep down under,

I try and I want now to get some lonely rest,

But you're overpowering like the wind wild west...

Tips of the fingers are the most sensitive,

I look at myself and feel like a fugitive,

Am like a cuckoo's baby in some other bird's nest,

Still here I am on my self-discovering quest...

Smoke

And how do you think emanates this smoke,

It's the denouement of the fire you invoke,

And how can you not insufflate the scent of my cinders,

It's like the scent of wet incinerating timber...

Fire then is the one that you can't smother,

That, only you can trample,so I bother,

And as smoke is maneuvered by wind to the horizon,

You are plunging me deep within sheaths of oblivion...

Till when my words will serve as my armour,

Waning like the light of a flickering candle is my fervor,

Can't you feel around me,the engulfing abyss?

Step forth and be my long lost aegis.......

Straying Rhyme

I'm nothing but a pile forlorn,

Beyond vista my heart torn,

And I am my own surrogate,

What else can I do: just wait and wait...

My boulevard like an aged shipwreck,

And sundry memories choking my neck,

My existence infested with your desire,

And still you discard this as a satire...

Hands trembling, vision disturbingly delusional,

Memories creating this vacuum occasional,

Coping my own ghosts every sun-break,

And still surfing in my mirage hope-lake....

Delving deeper into my vertigo,

Efforts being made to let go,

Subdued my feelings remain,

I need to disperse this incinerating pain...

See how helpless I'm within my ambit,

To you,myself I long ago did submit,

Save me from this persisting infern,

Look into my eyes and soon return....