Deciphering the chaos,
the epitome of beauty!
or a perfect embellishment?
again the blossoming,
the serene and inherence,
with a stroke of kajal;
etched beneath her eyes,
appealing a prima dona's attire
inexplicably stodgy though
nevertheless enamoured the insipidness
wiping locks of hair,
as they rambling through the cheeks
while; nonchalantly, stuck on her fingers
with the rings silver lustre,
again, while she is looking at instances,
there a golden watch on her wrist,
bewitching all the way,
while devouring the devine,
the hustle and bustle,
diluted all the histrionic spell-bound,
breaking the monotony of silence,
and as i turned around,
the harmony from her mouth just tuned
and so as the auto,
oh! the chronicles of words
as if like the tender pattering of rain drops
but when i look closely,
the squelchy eyes,
that i discovered apparently,
and then my thoughts turned around,
again the quandary blends,
to the sky of nebulousness
yet to divulge.

THE JOURNEY TILL NOW

as the time flew away,
gloomy clouds going down the earth,
in a mood to conquer over truth,
and to chop all its roots up,
filling the iniquity in the pod,
a deliberation plan to master over,
to wrap the things off;
sowing the grim like seeds,
for a promising yield,
it all has been started,
to ruin, deflower, neutralize,
the truth, compassion and hope,
circulating in the middle of the river,
without any support to resume,
now the monster is ready to prey,
spreading all its branches around,
but the guards-the people,
are still dreaming false hopes,
following the path of non violence,
its the time to stir up,
ceding the rest on the bed,
time has come to hold the swords,
and an audacity should mount,
to blow the mouth of sullenness,
tearing the blood vessels,
chocking the neck,
hacking all its parts,
and the soul of it,
that is never be snubbed,
and the conceded minds,
that are not belong to us,
should be crushed.

FATAL ATTRACTION

aimless rambling through the street,
doodling some superfluous lines,
with a discordant harmony,
gathering the monotony,
and an exasperated mind,
empty with blank memories,
suddenly, pinned on a bonny lass,
that ceased my vagabond path,
flabbergasted, sank, demolished,
oops! the fatal attraction,
the innocent black eyes,
trying to depict something,
and the brim, chubby cheeks,
flourishing eternal amusement,
like the petals of flower,
with a centered lip,
mesmerizing the passers-by,
now the libido evoked,
and i caught in the hormonal conspiracy,
tried to conceal, disguise,
but couldn't;
and then she eluded,
without leaving any clues,
the heart bumped again;
followed by the eye,
the only murmur came from inside,
oops! the fatal attraction
that killed me for sometime.

LOVE IS A GIFT THAT CAN'T BE DEMANDED

love is a gift that can't be demanded,
a blessing that comes from the heart,
and those who are sharing it,
find their thoughts turning,
to heaven where love had its start,
love is a pledge that will never be broken,
a trust that will ever be true,
and when it is sent from an unselfish heart,
it's returned in full measure to you.

pipe dream

the clattering sound in the roof,
reverberating in my ear,
and the chronicles of rain drops
synchronizing a melancholic tune
my heart is bulging out,
like a drooled mouth,
and a sea of bliss;
rejuvenating the drained soul,
the buried wishes,
now grabbing the plasma,
uprooting from the dark hypnotic trance,
and a hope of nothing,
circulating in the veins,
with a tumescent matrix,
came with temporary blink,
where the hopes lost in the gloomy cloud,
drumming the heart with painful dreads
now my plasma is shrinking,
coagulating the false desires
making them infertile,
the rain ebbed the things away,
leaving the achromatic body,
with folded palms and under knee,
i apologize before Zeus,
oh! i am not given the rights,
either to think or to plead.

A MIDNIGHT OF SUMMER

in the midnight of summer,
walking in silken meadow,
green grass & enchanting flowers,
and the dazzling stars beneath the sky,
conferring joyous hopes,
alone beside the meadow
half hidden behind the prayer shaped trees,
sets an old decayed cemetery,

full of toppled marble angles
aside crackled tombstones,
suggesting eternal rest.
the mountain near by;
standing like a giant monster,
having long hairs beneath her chest,
and bushes ,leaves
alluring by the warmth of her glamor.