Reality

Each morning when I wake up and see
You there not besides me
My heart shudders and lunges in disbelief
Overwhelmed by that sudden grief
The scent of yours... the warmth I feel
Is nothing more than a dream surreal
Light that now fills my empty room
Sinks into me as reality gloom...
Here comes another day without you
Bland, colourless without a hue

To the fading love

I waited for thee an eternity
Building intricate castles of dream
Hoping that you would come
Turn it all into reality

There was no reason to hold on
No logic fine or sign divine
I waited for thee when all carried on
All but hopes and dreams sublime

So much thee I desired
It burned me like wild fire
Waited so long yet never tired
All the pain I endured with smile

Thou left me to slowly wither
Watch me fade in longing despair
Let my dreams shatter dither
Their carcasses turn into nightmare

My soul hath turned into ash ‘Fire’
Essence withers from the soil gross
What is left is devoid of desires
‘The all seeing eye’ embedded on a corpse

Poetry of Pain

Not let that pain come forth
From beneath the smile that subtle remorse
Not let surface the tears restrained
For so long what in heart contained

Brew so potent can’t let it seep
Burn within but not weep
Some feelings are better untold
Preserved forever in a hold

For what flows changes form
With time slowly transform
What worth is love if essence lost?
Pain will fade but at what cost

Pain it is but what defines
Coarse existence essence fine
So let it forever bury deep
Something that you forever keep

Lost Love

My flame is flickering bright
Alas the time has come
It will soon die down bury deep
Not as lost but never found

I searched for it all around
Love that I never found
Whispers that went unheard, tears unseen
No heir to whom it belong

I know that it’s not love lost but love never found
It’s a dream that never had any ground
Yet I’ve harboured it so long and fed it my soul, should
A part of me die my heart would

Soon a day will come
When the thoughts won’t flow and words won’t rhyme
My heart would utter no more chimes
No remorse no moist eyes
Stone perhaps yet alive

Can’t bare this pain, for a moment weep
Tied I am now I’ve promises to keep
Life beacons I’ve to go along
Something needs to die for something to live on

Just remember that
Love can’t be compromised but compromises can be loved
Not loved perhaps but can be lived
And that three plain words spoken
Can hold more meaning than any poetry written

So let it die let it bury deep
Let some desires forever sleep
Some prayers are better unfulfilled
Immortal they are once they are killed

IF WORDS COULD CARRY

Tears and smiles the language of heart
If words could ever play their part
How a drop of tear hold an ocean of pain
If even a million words could ever explain

If words could carry the pain of heart
All you feel could be written apart
Pain that keep eyes moistened so long
If in words it could be shown

To tell how much it hurts your heart
When all you care falls apart
How memories you cherished can make you cry
And all your love for once be tried

How much it pains in a broken heart
How it feels when loved ones part
When all your love turns into pain
And every breath starts to strain

If you could weave a song of pain
And if in words your feelings be contained
If you could add your tears into ink
Just in a drop whole world would sink

Salma Hayek

God for sure made the rest in haste
For in thou he laid the divine grace
Beauty galore no one can measure
Only heart of a lover can treasure

Vibrant thou look no canvas can fake
Not even thy shadow can one make
No sculpture can do thy beauty justice
Matching thy beauty words don’t exist

Had thou been eternally there
Though my heart pains to share
Thy grace would have shone on Lisa’s face
And in countless words of Shakespeare’s plays

I pray thy beauty forever stays
In the dust of time it never fades
Let men forever praise
Serve justice to thy boundless grace

DILEMMA OF GOD

Preface The poem has a strong christian inclination...It was writtem way back in my school days that is some 11 odd years back . The poem does not reflect my faith or my present beliefs.

Spirit is willing but flesh is weak
Damned by desires its only pleasure that it seeks
Spirit searches for Devine caring no gain
But all goes in vain as flesh succumbs to pain

Efforts of Devine is now at stake
Centuries of evolution seems a waste
As men fail again and again
Spirits of heaven cries in pain

Flesh was moulded against all odd
Sculpted with beauty to resemble God
God was so happy for his creation
Uttered ‘son’ out of jubilation

God wanted his son to be an image of his own
Thus into flesh spirit was sown
He expected his son to grow up fine
Spirit within the flesh to seek the Devine

If man fails who is at blame
Either spirit or God will claim
For flesh was not meant for this quest
Yet it was spirit to make up the rest

God was too ambitious in his dreams
But he trusted spirit to that extreme
It was for the spirit to do its duty
To purify flesh to match its beauty

Now it’s for the sculptor to break the sculpture
To remove life from the womb of nature
Destroy his creation by own hands
And turn flesh back to sand

That day even god will cry
For a fathers love for his son be tried
The day when will of the spirit will be broken
And from his sweetest dream god will be woken