The End

 

 

No blood anymore, I’ve not a heart that can pump.

Dead long before I even lay in this dump,

The last drops they had shed in violent disgust,

With a blade that’s baked with old blood and rust.

A resilient gut puts on a last weak stand

And blood, like all else, did now disband.

 

I count the morbid hours, alone in wait

Dark shadows, it seem, have taken the bait

For they hook me now to the spangle of the dead

And drag my corpse for the vulpine to be fed.

I bid you farewell, for the end is now here,

Better a sordid death, than breaths of fear.

 

…

The Answer

 

 

 

Beyond all else, I hate the odd feel in my gut,

When your visage I recall, whilst stuck in a rut,

I hate that I cannot move on with life,

While the joy of us is, with agony, rife.

 

Could a bond so complex sum a love so clear

That every waking moment I would want you here

By my side; watching, going about your chores

Free, yet together with this unfathomable force.

 

For when I sit in silent hours, memories play a cruel game;

Trembling in the silent air, is the sweet sound of your name

Like a musical chord that broke the silence but once,

And awaits for long, your response – hours,weeks..months.

 

…

Rainman

 

 

Heavens shed tears today

Silently into hours of the night,

Even Gods can feel her dismay

But cry in love past the hours of light.

 

They would rather not be seen

Watching their loved one mellow,

So tonight, unlike other nights have been,

They turn to the aid of a glad fellow.

 

Make her smile, they say

For she is hope, we sent down,

To see clear paths everyday

And turn into joys, every frown.

 

And tried as he did to make her smile

The boy grew fonder of her heart,

Till he could see her beyond barriers of mile

That put those twined souls apart.

 

Oh, for when she smiles now,

The Gods smile in radiant glow

Wondering what he did and how,

But glad that her smile did show.

 

Far from her he sits down, glad

That her smile has now returned,

He packs his bag and leaves, but sad,

To where the Gods have now turned.

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Reborn

 

 

To hazed illusions that blind the eye,

To false glories that have left me dry,

To pricked consciences that hide the hurt,

To shallow lies that have concealed effort,

To dreams dreamt with the woken mind,

To memories the heart won’t leave behind,

To the truth that beyond all else will stand,

To the misery that stays when the rest disband,

To the masked faces that fake true smiles,

To her voice that calls me across the miles,

To everything I am, and till date, was,

To everyone I loved; I bid byes, alas!

 

This day I die to take birth the next,

Character lures me in sinful pretext,

Molting the skin that has come to be me,

Perhaps tomorrow I shall yet be free.

 

…

Morn

 

So sweet the sound of this pleasant morn

That arises with her as she gently wakes,

A druid’s drug note to this lovelorn

Will prescribe the breathe she now takes.

…

Push

 

 

Where have we come, where has faith lead?

That our words of love can only cause pain.

To hurt her I venture not, but instead,

Protecting us; I tried, so  far in vain.

 

She sought a stability, I knew i could give,

But somewhere the plot just fell on its face,

Not try as we must to make this bond live,

As time enrolls us in an unwilling race.

 

My love for her is strong, much stronger today,

Far; yet she calls out when I have nothing left,

The fight in me she embodies, shows me a way

Even as I walk on paths that have now cleft.

…

Distant Valentine

 

 

Memories worth a lifetime are now mine to keep,

Silent pauses shared on short walks,

Unspoken, yes, hours of talks.

For in me is alacrity embedded so deep,

Clear morns that wake to your sound,

All else, lost; when you I’ve found.

 

Will distance matter? Will words not do

Justice to the space in between?

If perchance that could have been,

Why would my words describe only you?

No face, unlike yours will ever calm

Or soothe my pain; a panacean balm.

 

I see your eyes seek mine across the crowd,

Amidst your merriment, overtakes a shy

Hidden girl, who seeks to find her guy,

I do not measure up – the message is loud;

And clear, much to my gifted regret,

Is the curse, simply, to never forget.

 

Walk if you must, but don’t you run away,

So I may see you for long as you go.

Not a passing phase, I hope you know

That your naughty glint will always hold sway.

As you go, with you will go my light,

And wishful prayers in the dark of night.

 

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