To my valentine.

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Down the lane-years,

Much treasured souvenirs.

Singing our love,

Time lit our journey above.

Weeping and laughter,

Ringing through the rafter.

Through our ups and downs,

Going round and round.

Sadness to madness,

Through life and it’s gladness.

Having blend with you,

You created me ‘new’.

Love forever,

For the rest of our lives together.

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Chase

Chase – a poem.

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Missiles mid-air,

A chase in despair.

Foot bare,

To where unaware.

Like a manic,

In panic,

This trail,

That rail.

Hungry,

Very angry,

Lonely,

In crowds still ‘only’.

Like the rustling leaves restless,

The strangling winds breathless,

Powerless to console,

My troubled soul.

 

 

Hope

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Thoughts unclear,

As if running through a stream I fear,

Clinging to a rope fragile,

Inside me – a battle.

As the new moon brightens the night sky,

It’s only hope that keeps me by.

Although uglier seem the clouds this time,

The stars shine like in their prime.

Having set sail,

In a sea with no trail,

Night after night new dreams,

Gleaming through the new moon’s beams.

New dreams rock my boat

And with new dreams, new hopes afloat.

Having being washed ashore,

‘Hope’ in the winds roared.

It’s this fondest ‘hope’,

That assures me I’ll cope.

 

Indian system of education.

A privately held corporation? Or a military installation? Where reasoning has a non- linear correlation. Not a simultaneous operation, Although a symbolical representation, For enabling education. Is it a mere ornamentation? Forced upon us with desperation, In the name of certification, A job, good reputation. Preaching ain't education, It is ploughing of fertile imagination, That is a catalyst to inspire a whole new nation.
A privately held corporation?
Or a military installation?
Where reasoning has a non- linear correlation.
Not a simultaneous operation,
Although a symbolical representation,
For enabling education.
Is it a mere ornamentation?
Forced upon us with desperation,
In the name of certification,
A job, good reputation.
Preaching ain’t education,
It is ploughing of fertile imagination,
That is a catalyst to inspire a whole new nation.

Success

A step in the right  path nonetheless, Is success I guess. The new fancy address, Equates with excess. A seven letter magical word, Pays our bills I have heard. A bed of roses, For a while which closes; The eyes of the drunken victim, The ' delicious wicked' wits the system. The sweet inspiration, A mere self- consummation. Is it truly a door to happiness? Or an unreal phantom of distress?
A step in the right path nonetheless,
Is success I guess.
The new fancy address,
Equates with excess.
A seven letter magical word,
Pays our bills I have heard.
A bed of roses,
For a while which closes;
The eyes of the drunken victim,
The ‘ delicious wicked’ wits the system.
The sweet inspiration,
A mere self- consummation.
Is it truly a door to happiness?
Or an unreal phantom of distress?

Ego.

Born out of fear, With hymns of soft cheer; Sprouts from the roots, In one's pursuits. Inflicting catastrophe, A perfect recipe for agony. Disrupts unity, Bound in eternity; Drives one to lunacy, With no room for scrutiny. Call it absurdity, Call it idiocy; Indeed not an armour for self-glorification, But, certainly a balm for self- admiration.
Born out of fear,
With hymns of soft cheer;
Sprouts from the roots,
In one’s pursuits.
Inflicting catastrophe,
A perfect recipe for agony.
Disrupts unity,
Bound in eternity;
Drives one to lunacy,
With no room for scrutiny.
Call it absurdity,
Call it idiocy;
Indeed not an armour for self-glorification,
But, certainly a balm for self- admiration.

Search of seventh heaven- a poem.

In search of seventh heaven, Baffled but forward driven. In the name of heart, For most part. Wandered like a cloud, Unnoticed by the crowd. Caught in the storm, Like it had become the norm, Where the summers end  And the winters overextend. My search didn't appease, My heart's unease.
In search of seventh heaven,
Baffled but forward driven.
In the name of heart,
For most part.
Wandered like a cloud,
Unnoticed by the crowd.
Caught in the storm,
Like it had become the norm,
Where the summers end
And the winters overextend.
But, my search didn’t appease,
My heart’s unease.

Continue reading Search of seventh heaven- a poem.

Tomorrow- a poem.

Tomorrow, An essence of everyone's sorrow. No one has seen tomorrow, Yet , wreaks havoc on today I follow. No one has touched tomorrow, Yet, we soak ourselves in wallow. Who's fear, Puts us in first gear. Living in trepidation, A mental masturbation, Tomorrow- a mystery, Oh boy! It drives me half crazy. Why then leave room for tomorrow? When it is only a sinful suicide wrapped in sorrow.
Tomorrow,
An essence of everyone’s sorrow.
No one has seen tomorrow,
Yet , wreaks havoc on today I follow.
No one has touched tomorrow,
Yet, we soak ourselves in wallow.
Who’s fear,
Puts us in first gear.
Living in trepidation,
A mental masturbation,
Tomorrow- a mystery,
Oh boy! It drives me half crazy.
Why then leave room for tomorrow?
When it is only a sinful suicide wrapped in sorrow.

A hooker

A hooker, I saw take a stroll along the shore, Wearing a desperate look for an outlander. With a skimpy outfit like that of a slender salamander. The rain was blowing on her face, As she paced like the thundering waves apace. As the night faded in the backdrop, Her eyes glistened with tears , As she gazed at the chuckles of couples in the air, As if being gripped with memories of yesteryears. A being who traded her flesh each day, Had probably traded her heart someday.
A hooker,
I saw take a stroll along the shore,
Wearing a desperate look for an outlander.
With a skimpy outfit like that of a slender salamander.
The rain was blowing on her face,
As she paced like the thundering waves apace.
As the night faded in the backdrop,
Her eyes glistened with tears ,
As she gazed at the chuckles of couples in the air,
As if being gripped with memories of yesteryears.
A being who traded her flesh each day,
Had probably traded her heart someday.

Anxiety -a poem

Like the tides of the oceans, In the midst of an eclipse atrocious, My emotions mountain, Like the marine blue commotion. With demonic notions, Breathing floating across the waves. In 'unknown' cages, To turn my pages, Reading the same words and between the spaces, The beast inside me rages. Of what my destiny has to play out, In a jiffy I wish to turnabout.
Like the tides of the oceans,
In the midst of an eclipse atrocious,
My emotions mountain,
Like the marine blue commotion.
With demonic notions,
Breathing floating across the waves.
In ‘unknown’ cages,
To turn my pages,
Reading the same words and between the spaces,
The beast inside me rages.
Of what my destiny has to play out,
In a jiffy I wish to turnabout.