Ode to someone so far......

A soul so close but a face so far,
A love so deep and hatred a scar;

I love you with my blood, soul, and life,
You are so close in my every strife;

Stay next to me so that I may survive,
And from the forsaken world a little smile I may derive;

From the passion to the calm,
To my charred heart you are God's alm;

Never can I see the distance without you,
Never could my existence be good and new;

All I need is your love for eternity,
All I could give you is my love for your divinity.

Hope

I touched around, four walls, no doors, no windows, was dark, I felt smothered and trapped, as if I was unwanted, detested. I wondered how I made it in there, someone said, I was born in it. I asked, “What about others, are there others like me?” He said, “Yes, there are many, more than you could count”, I asked back, “Are you one of them?” the voice said, “Yes I am. Just the room adjacent to yours”. Couldn’t stop from asking, “How are we alive without light, air, food, water”? He said, “The light is in you, we eat, breathe and drink it, we call it HOPE”. I sat down silently, hoping to make it out of there someday.

You

Hail, hail the touch, the belligerent desire......The burgeoning want....want of love....Thy love.....beckoning my eyes.....in the dark...
Those prying eyes.....never have they seen light....light of thy halo....A light...so bright.....bathing in it....I break the incarceration by my demons.... deeper than death could go.....death...so true....but no more true than you....You....behind shadows of my lurking lust for pain....thy hand.....caressing me.....for life so bold....Life....ostracized....without you....You....Only You.....

For the ONE, a collection of nouns....A Wish....

I'll wait for you...wait till my last breath, and wait beyond that, to catch a glimpse of my serenity, my love, my pain, and my morbidity.....My faith, my smile, my laughter, my dreams, my urge, my want, my desire, my will, my strength, my hunger, my thirst, my lust, my tears, my pleasure, my slumber, my power, my death, my life.....My Baby.....

The gloom of thy countenance, a touch of thy breath......Live within and love without.....
Shower my smouldering soul with thy amour.....
I crumble on thy palm, for thee to assemble....
An incomplete face, a capsizing life, without thee....Stay forever.....

मोहब्बत के दो पल

चलो उन वादियों में जहाँ सिर्फ़ हो प्यार और कुछ देवदार और धुंद और पंछी जो दिल बेहेलायें
हलकी सी बारिश हो
भीगे तेरा चेहरा
छु लूँ उसे मै
अपनी उँगलियों से
बहेते अश्क घुल जाएँ उसमे
बस जो बचे वो हो तेरी और मेरी चाहत

Parasite of Tragedy

I look in the mirror, a parasite of tragedy,
Those blunt eyes, a progeny of parody;

I watch the sun sway across the heaven,
Letting life slip away into oblivion;

A satire at the hands of the mighty,
Digging into the despot's heart for Sobriety;

The Abominable child of Tyranny,
A congregation of morbid Irony;

Unholy, perditioned, a bouquet of untold stories,
Impeded, shackled, a repertoire of unending miseries;

So has been a forsaken apathetic life,
A procrastinated ever failing strife;

Still amongst the shadows of light death eludes,
Escaping my prying eyes with hope it colludes......

I Love You

Once I love your sound, and miss your words, then I listen to your words and love them, but then I feel like loving your sound again....and then I remember how lovely were your words....I hear you again and again....and love to hear you again...and then I love you all the more.........I keep hearing, I keep loving and I keep feeling, how much longer can I hear you, and how much more can I love you, and then, I stop thinking and hear you more to love you more and love to hear you a lot more to love you more.......

Blood Jesus

"I am Jesus...I have HIM in me, I will rise, and murder thee, I will fall not but crucify them all, blood shall honour me, let thy death be my colour, a gabardine of wrath, an attire of vendetta, I love thee, I love thine death more, so come to me, bare thy bosom, let me drive the holy blade through thy core, and glorify my thirst. Let me consume the red life which oozes out of thy wound, let me sip thy end with my uncouth lips, let me be thy end, thine disaster be my ravish, and thy malady my flourish......"

Shadows Of My Failure

The shadows of my past haunt me; I have failed, over and over again.

I still don’t know how I turned up like this, tormented by the despot within, shackled by my senses, inhibited by my own presence, catatonic, I have failed, oh the shadows, I fear them.

Once I thought of winning, I failed, once I thought of loving, I failed, once I thought of redemption, I failed, now I think of living, and I know I shall fail, oh the shadows of my past. I fear them, oh the shadows.

I retrospect, all seem nothing but a lay of failure, euphony for others, a swan song for me, oh the shadows, I detest them, I fear them.

Roses

THEIR FACES ARE SO PRETTY,
FRAGRANCE IS ALL SUCH A BEAUTY;

THE ENSEMBLE IS SO COLOURED,
THE REST OF THE WORLD SEEMS SO BLURRED;

THEY ARE SO ALIVE,
AS FRESH AS HONEY IN A BEE HIVE;


THEIR SIGHT LEAVES ME CATALEPTIC,
REST EVERYTHING IS SO HERETIC;


THEIR PRESENCE IS NOT FAIR,
THEY ARE STEALING MY SHARE OF AIR;


NO MORE CAN I LOOK AT THEM,
SMILING FACE OF A UGLY HEATHEN;


ENCHANTING IS THE UGLINESS IT POSSESSES,
A BOUQUET OF MOTLEY COLOURED ROSES.