The Fire Of My Desire

It is a fire;
Caught up in my seamless desire;
To free myself out of this situation;
And live my life with a new temptation.

Pain has hardened me;
While I stopped trying to flee;
Into the darkness of a deep burrow;
Which had been moulded by a tearful sorrow.

Life has become a lot more darker;
While my agony kept pressing harder;
On my wounds that still bleed;
Satisfying the cruel,ugly breed.

A tear had once flown;
While the world had angrily sown;
The rough seeds of despair;
Beneath the softness of my heart’s attire.

Though my tears shall go unseen;
By those who are arrogantly mean;
For peace, my soul shall always seek;
Never letting my heart to be weak.

The fire of my desire;
For my success, shall conspire;
Against all the evil odds;
Put up by the demonic frawds.

It is my promise to myself;
That I shall stop cursing my own “self”;
For the pain caused to my innocent heart;
By those people who never had a heart.

I believe, it is now the awaited moment;
To stop letting others comment;
Defining my own ways to fly high;
Soaring into the depths of the bright blue sky.

The Mirror Of Her Life

Beyond the lonely stars in the sky;
She seeks her reflection;
That has been long forgotten;
The mirror of her life was broken;
And now among the crumbled pieces, she seeks;
For a piece holding her reflection;
For a portion reflecting back her emotions;
Showcasing the pain beneath;
A heart so crippled and torn;
While the world still ignored her tears;
She kept on searching for a ray of hope;
Her eyes were filled with pain;
As she continued with her search;
Piece by piece, she held;
And threw away in a desperate search;
She has lost touch with herself;
Not knowing the boundaries of sanity;
As she was always in a world of illusions;
And her mind was full of hallucinations;
The Gods in the temples;
Stood as sculpures of stone;
Not showing mercy;
On such a poor soul;
The mirror of her life;
Will never be the same again;
The old reflection is lost;
While the new is totally vague.

A Targeted Soul

Like a star that beams;
In the moonless night;
Let me live in my dreams;
Feeling warmth and joy.

Even in my dreams;
I’m chased and stabbed;
People spat on me;
While I’m terribly smashed.

I’ve been thrown stones at;
By those who are soulless;
Will my life ever brighten;
Now I feel so helpless.

I’ve been moulded by sorrow;
And seasoned by time;
I’m a targeted soul;
On the stage of a mime.

I’m always “judged” ;
And too much “corrected”;
And always interrupted;
And very much corrupted.

Day and night, I think;
I dream and I seek;
As a wanderer, I dwell;
While the rest call me a “geek”.

I seek for joy;
And a little love;
From this heartless world;
Like a helpless dove.

“Please show some mercy”;
I cry and yell;
While they drown me deeper;
In a very dark well.

My dreams have been shattered;
I struggle to breathe;
While they throw me in anger;
Wrapped up in an ugly sheath.

Behind The Curtain Of Her Eyes

Behind the curtain of her eyes;
I see a tear lingering deep inside;
She silently whispers but goes unheard;
And sighs in agony seeing none beside.

Under the blanket of the sky;
She lies down closing her tired eyes;
While she slowly starts humming a tune;
She hears an echo from far behind.

Her piercing eyes were full of warmth;
“Was she expecting someone close?”
She rested her eyes on the walls of night;
Gazing ahead into the depths, for a light.

Up in the sky, the moon was bright;
Her lips were curled into a wonderful smile;
And her tears had sparkled like those stars above;
Which adorned the palaces of the sky.

As the darkness grew into the depths of night;
She realized the echo was just a lie;
She closed her eyes in deep regret;
“Let me run away from this burdened life”.

Among the many faces in life;
She searched for a face that was just too nice;
For a place where she could hide herself;
When the pain was just too huge to bear.

“No life is always hard as rock”;
She was alone like an orphaned child;
May be someday this world would see;
The tears behind those curtained eyes.

A Day In Summer

It was a bright summer morning;
And the sky was laden with clouds;
While the sun kept scorning;
The world was moving in crowds.

In the fields the sunflowers gleamed;
And the streams were crystal clear;
The nature always beamed;
Without dropping a single tear.

The world was cradled in the breeze;
Like a new born, she was asleep;
Birds flew over the trees;
And the night was growing deep.

The fairies of the night;
Have landed on the earth;
Their attire is so bright;
Like the fire in a hearth.

The summer moon was in the sky;
Like a king he stood and smiled;
While the world let out a sigh;
He consoled her like a child.

A summer day has passed;
Leaving memories behind;
Anticipating a new day to be chased;
The night has left the world blind.

Agony Of Truth

Virtue is always mistaken;
But truth shall remain unshaken;
Let hypocrites critisize;
People wise shall realize.

I'm smeared with mud;
While they feed on my blood;
With pain, I yell;
From somewhere, I hear a bell.

Its hard to battle out;
In a world that loves to shout;
And throw stones at you;
Though your words were always true.

Is this what is justice?
I call it injustice;
This world is so coward;
Will it ever move "forward"?

Almost all are insane;
With no sane to attain;
And though they still ignore;
Truth shall always win a score.

"Listen wise people out there";
Raise your voices up in the air;
Lets wait for a better tomorrow;
Which shall carry no sorrow to borrow.

So listen to the agony of truth;
Hope it shall awaken the youth;
To bring down the walls of distress;
And move towards success.

Solitude

Solitude is bliss;
Still why do I miss?
The time that was sweet;
Like a wonderful treat.

Words that were said;
And the lines that were read;
Hours that were spent;
I realize, all were on rent.

Laughter that ceased;
While the heart got diseased;
Was just a silent song;
That wasn't so long.

Why do I mourn?
Over days that have gone;
Like a bird that has lost;
Her wings on a flight.

Tis true what is said;
That no one would lend;
A shoulder to cry;
When you keep asking "why?".

So let me now learn;
The art to be stern;
And the ways to be strong;
For a life not so wrong.

An Agnostic

I’m neither a theist;
Nor an atheist;
But an agnostic;
Who is very erotic.

People keep forcing me;
To be, whats not “me”;
And when I say “no”;
They turn as cold as snow.

I’ve been shut in a dungeon;
With closed walls, like a pigeon;
They have cut down my wings;
Which used to dance in springs.

“Give me a break”, I say;
“Listen to me”, I pray;
Still they clench their fists;
As I run into the mists.

Life is a game;
And its always the same;
when you try to be “you”;
Others start giving their view.

Why can nobody see?
My words are drowned in a sea;
Will nobody let me breathe;
Leave me alone, please.

Will my day ever come?
I’ve been forced to be dumb;
By the evil minded spirits;
Who lack all merits.

But I shall still wait;
Since its never too late;
To relive my dreams;
And flow like a stream.

May Flower

Now let me say;
A story of the month of may;
Of a flower that bloomed;
And was very well groomed.

In the breeze she swayed;
Spreading fragrance, so sweet;
Dancing happily she stayed;
Laughing in sheer delight.

She stood happily;
With her head held high;
While the wind moved snappily;
Other flowers let out a sigh.

Everyone was spellbound;
With her beauty, so divine;
And when the moon was around;
She spread the sweetness of wine.

Light glided across her;
While she shined with all might;
Like a dew, so pure;
In the blanket of night.

In the night, she is cradled;
In the arms of the sky;
Waiting for the light to be ladled;
By the sun so high.

A song

In the tempest;
In the storm;
I was alone;
From midnight;
Till the dawn;
Suddenly, silently;
I heard a sound;
I heard a song;
Sung by an unknown singer;
I looked ahead;
But saw darkness;
It was filling the world;
Draining happiness;
From the moonless sky;
The trees were scary;
Like giants, so shaggy;
The river was frozen;
And the silence was eerie;
With no cuckoo to sing;
With no bird to chirp;
With no beast to howl;
With no life to tread;
And then I heard it again;
A sweet song;
A wet wail;
In the end ;
A melodious rain;
And then I saw the light;
Spreading right from the east;
Flowing deep into the west;
Pouring light into the earth;
While still I hear;
The echo of the song;
The echo of the wail;
And I still feel the singer;
Humming softly and silently;
The song of the earth;
The saga of the world.

A WAIL

It was beautiful;
Yet, was sorrowful;
In the desire to live;
I forgot to give;
Myself the sensibility;
To get over my sensitivity;
Its hard to dwell with heart;
Until the day you get hurt;
Then you listen to your mind;
And your thoughts begin to grind;
The essence of your soul;
Covering up your goal;
Like dew drops they shine;
With the sweetness of wine;
In no time, they vapourise;
Leaving us mesmerised.

Dismay

I was in dismay;
With out even a single way;
To vapourise my sorrows;
Which I had purposely borrowed.

My heart was wounded;
And my words had sounded;
Like a tambourine, so loud;
And in tears my eyes drowned.

Thoughts are like a rain;
They come and flow again;
They never leave you alone;
And remain till you are gone.

My world is now broken;
And my life is now shaken;
In an endless misery;
I still weep in agony.

In this life

In this life;
I will live my life;
Like a butterfly;
From morn to dawn.

I want to;
Touch the stars of sky;
Like a bird on flight;
Beyond the clouds in sky.

I will not live;
My life in sigh;
Like a flower in sun;
That wilts away.

With my life;
I will show that life;
Isn't only dark;
But also bright.

Saga of a broken dream

I’m drowning in my past;
That too, just so fast;
Days were so divine;
And my life was sweet as wine;
Memories start to appear;
As an unforgettable fear;
Life seems to crumble;
Like a shell too feable;
Heart starts to shiver;
While my lips leap to quiver;
Words seem to halt;
As if in a broken shaft;
Mind seems to freeze;
In a chilling breeze;
I ceased wishing for more;
Since all my dreams have gone sore;
I pretend to laugh;
Though my words are broken into half;
I have no shelter to hide;
Why can’t life be a little mild?
Life is just too cruel!
And pain is its fuel;
Before the almighty, I bow;
While my tears continue to flow.

Mysterious Search

She was always sad;
With imploring eyes;
People thought she was mad;
Since she seemed as cold as ice.

In cold nights, she wept;
Her bare legs shivering;
On the ground, she slept;
Listening to angels whispering.

She was found wandering;
Like a lost sheep;
And people kept wondering;
Seeing her always weep.

She was as dark as night;
And always too shy;
But her eyes carried a light;
And people kept asking "why"?.

She had no friend;
But her solitude;
"Alone shall I tread";
That was her attitude.

Someone called her mean;
"Yeah true", others agreed;
And whenever she was seen;
People spat like untidy breed.

Days and nights flew;
Seasons dwelled with time;
Still the sky stayed blue;
And the world sublime.

Now her hair is grey;
And her eyes buried;
Slowly she walks away;
As if she is deeply worried.

She is a lady under veil;
Of sorrow and misery;
Still why doesn't she reveal?;
The reason of her revery.

Still she always waits;
At the entrance of the church;
Along with other saints;
In a mysterious search.