Unfortunate. Or not. II

We swayed and swirled in the garden of love,
Where butterflies flitted from bough to bough,
And the sun smiled at us from above,
In each other we found our treasure trove!

We waltzed till the sun was replaced by the moon,
In consonance with Nature's finest tune-
The flutter of every single leaf,
And the distant sea waves' heave!

It was then we made that vow,
Amidst confessions galore we solemnly swore,
That we'd walk together in this world and the next,
Come what may twixt he and I!

And we danced on and on to Nature's every beat-
A cricket's chirp and a faint crack of a twig,
A thunderbolt and the rhythm of our own feet,
Only a gale could dispel the heat!

Suddenly, the ground beneath us cracked,
Ere our feet got caught, we moved apart,
And the rift soon widened into an abyss,
So, we bid adieus without a goodbye kiss!

Alas! It's the tragedy of human endeavour,
That it eludes one's shrewd conjecture,
And it laid bare my profound fears,
The noisy silence plays harsh on my ears!

At the precipice of my insanity I lay,
Quietly, I watch him go, now miles away,
And invisible bloody tears I weep,
While I wait for the blissful eternal sleep!

@All my well-wishers: No need to get violent, it's only a poem. :)

Unfortunate. Or not.

A thin veil of florid phrases,
Burns out and paves way,
To the snake pit that lay,
Cryptic, almost indiscernible,
And presents itself to me-
A non-optional consequence,
Of an optional sequence of events!
And the realization dawns upon me,
That I exhausted my welcome,
In my very home- his heart!

A Dream within a Dream

His views do not conform to convention,
His ways and means, a great many question,
But a diamond amidst a sea of stones,
A treasure trove of virtues he owns!

An angelic apparition from above,
Sent to spread warmth and love,
I see him from a ringside view,
The epitome of Life, and manhood, too!

A creature of noblest existence, he,
Redoubtable, no one would disagree,
Alas! It's again just a Life's cruel scheme,
He exists only in a dream within my dream!

A Fiery Affair

You're from Mars and I, from Venus
The God of War, that you are
And I, the Beauty Goddess
Made for each other, we sure are
For I fan the fire you spew
And let you rule the roost
You pursued me with some zeal
And with energy so primal and raw
Broke the rules and followed no law
You're brutish, crude and lewd
Yet I fail to see your motives true
I gracefully enter your lair
To embrace your enchanting fire
And I did, with passion, and love, too
Till I perished in your fiery flames
And all there's left is you, Invincible you!

Profound Profanity- II

The whirls and twirls and twists
Bereave even the discerning of their wits
And the 'crook'ed path still persists
And leads you to innumerous hazy mazes
That no one knew even existed
While the unreliable narrator laughs
In your face, with malice and contempt,
You're manacled with Conscience and Reason
Your manacles, his suit of armour
And to him, you surrender
Reluctantly, or not. It doesn't matter
Commendable, the profundity of his strategem
And deplorable, the nature of the treason
Such speciously logical arguments are epic
And I fling 'em into "The Chutiya Logic"!

To the Haze Woman!

A fathomless and mysterious bond
Dispels all the deject and despond
Exulted, thou soar into the skies
And lulling Reason fast asleep anon
Thou fly through worlds unknown
In dreams, in reality and in tales
In the morns and in the gloaming
Over the hills and rivers and vales
Over the setting sun and dancing Daisies
Thou fly towards the Eternal Light
On a charming, little, golden bird
Ah, but when wilt thou realize,
O Fair Lady, O my poor thing,
That it's a bird with wounded wings?
It's bound to fall, bound to fail
Yet thou continue the wretched flight
Through the violent storms and hail
Towards the illusive Eternal Light
My Darling, the day thou open
Thy restive doors for Truth
And the images of thy future loom
Thou just hope to get a break
And eagerly await thy doom.

A Sigh Moment

They creep up my clothes
They crawl under my skin
They cut deep into my flesh
And still feel very fresh
Like one feels after a cold shower
On a hot and sultry summer day
They glare into my eyes
And blind me to everything else
Down to my bones they seep
And deprive me of my sleep
They diffuse in to my brain
And I moan and groan and twitch
Sometimes with pleasure, oft it's pain
Ah, they now colonized in my head
And promise my brain a steady feed
Sigh! Good, bad and hideous, Memories!

My Love

He is the manifestation of my delight
Like a lone star ever so bright
Pervading the dark skies, my life
He sees and walks through my defenses
With unerring skill, renders me defenseless
He's not God, no; but no less divine
In the labyrinthine passages in my heart
Shall forever be accommodated his shrine
A concoction of Adonis, Achilles and Hercules
Tenderness and masculinity coexist in harmony
Passion flows generously, like a perennial river
On its banks I run, extravagantly exhilarated
Love! Come, hold my hand, never to let go
We'll wander the winding streets of love together

And, for ever.

P.S: I'm not in love. :|

Trust( not so trustworthy )

O Trust! How can I ever trust you again,
For you defied your own definition!
You proved nothing but indiscreet and vain
And I've been your victim time and again!
Go live with this ignominy forever,
The ignominy of capriciousness and false pretenses!

My Dream Home

I painstakingly mixed straw, sand and clay

And a firm foundation for my dream home I lay

A beautiful home I started to build

The walls painted creme with white trim

With hardwood floors and a marble fireplace

By which I would find my peace and solace

And a beautiful, verdurous back garden it had,

Flanked by the blooming winter honeysuckle,

Where a dozen children played hide n seek

The quintessence derivatives of you and I

A dazzling smile adorning your face to complete

The picture, What else could I have asked of Life?

Never did I foresee, that with the slightest tilt

Of your head, All would lay in a heap of rubble

Ruined even before it had been built

And my dream proved just an evanescent bubble!

A plea

What have you done, imprudent fool!

Have you forgotten all those vows,

Of our glorious togetherness for aye?

How could you muster the cruelty and obscenity

To drown the togetherness in perennial woes?

Did you grace my life to slay it and rend,

Or to turn a stranger again, answer me, friend!

Note: Spare yourselves the monotony of your train of thought. :|

An Ode to the Man in the Black Suit

Bewildering blunders and beautiful lies
It's the manifestation of the sadist in disguise
The man in the black watches me with glee
It was so clear, only I couldn't see

Follows me my shadow, it's actually he
A bit of floridity, Insanity overflows the levee
Consumes the lands that were once so fecund
The master of theatrics, this ruthless fiend

He strikes upon me, next it could be thee
It's his discretion, but he doesn't like to be free
Saved from the scaffold at the eleventh hour
The warmth of the early morning Sun I now devour!

A Pleasantly Painful Personality

A double-edged golden sword
Supplemented with  rare diamonds
Hackneyed stereotypes on one edge
On the other are esoteric theories
Kind and adorable, when on the wall

Surely, isn't it the most lethal gift
Presented to the enemy in war?

Hatred

Amidst the luscious green fields,

Was an affluent hamlet on the hills

Where lived a pretty mademoiselle

A beautiful mind and a fair heart she owned

So pure and tender were her feelings

Malice and contempt to her were unknown

Nor had she the slightest idea

Of what fate had for her in store!

So huge was her fame, that women

Craved her jocund company, and

Men whistled and danced at her heels

But only in his heart she found her niche

To live and die with him was her only wish

But alas! Life and its vicious twists!

On a bright sunny summer day

When she was all gay and bliss,

He pushed her off the cliff!

Bloody and wounded though she was,

She survived, and that was miraculous

Then she found a stone cutter’s den,

Which now served as her haven

But timid and tender as she was

It was no easy to get over the treachery

She cried bloody and bitter tears

Wept and wept till she had no more fears

Time healed the wounds on her body

But the wounds on her heart were still fresh

Spreading the poison to her once beautiful mind

Inexorably giving birth to a fiend

That was born out of vengeance and rage

And vowed to uproot the whole village

Like a wild beast let loose

All of a sudden from its tight noose

She slaughtered people at a ferocious pace

Until she found no trace of human race!

While You're Away...

I wake in the morning
And I miss you
I can't sleep at night
'Cause I miss you
While you're away
Memories make their way
Into my now vacant mind
Reminding me of the days
When you and I,
Plucked the gowans fine
While you're away
Imagination refuses to be kind
'Cause you're its muse
Yes, you're the one I choose
While you're away
A day seems like a decade
Loneliness swoops on me
Like an eagle does on to its prey
And I pretend to be all normal and okay
I seem to be falling from grace
I can no longer live this charade
Save me from this constant nag
Come back soon, CLOSET FAG!

Profound Profanity

I had in my mind a dear friend of mine who annoyed me so much one day that I couldn't go to sleep till I vented all the frustration in the form of this piece of writing.

Aah, that abhorrent son-of-a-bitch
As trivial as a small technical glitch
Nothing special, just a face in the crowd,
That doesn't account for his unwarranted pride
A hideous soul, and bah, a face like a giant octopus!
But he wants for wife a goddess, all the way from Venus!
His abominably elevated rear elevation,
Grosses people out and saps all the exhilaration
He's an intolerable pain in the ass
His mind, his attitude and he- all farce
He's like an inconspicuous rift in the lute,
That can make the music in others' lives mute!
By the way, don't mistake this( nonsense) for a poem,
I only wanted to kick the bastard out of my cerebrum!

A just-like-that poem

With an eye alert for silver linings,
And an ear alert for euphony;
With a slick silver-tongue,
I strut ahead with a yellow shirt on

Confident or brazen, I dunno what
But inebriated, I can tell you that
Oh Baby, here I come, brace yourself
I'm hungover, for the rest of my life

Ah, time hangs so heavy on my hands
I know it's only till I see your visage,
when I transgress the barriers of self-restraint
and allow myself to be enshrouded in Love's warmth

None of the aforesaid is any of my concept
But how much ever I try to thwart,
It's coming to me-plain happiness
Wearing a soppy, puppy-dog expression
Looking up at me, begging to be taken
And I obliged, only to be enslaved for ever.

No title ( Written in a light-headed moment! ) :|

Lost in the Sargasso sea
Sauced with unwarranted glee
Sailing solitary, but carefree
I embark on an innuendo spree
And direct the helm towards thee
Rowing through insinuations
Parrying all trepidations
Effusion, the sanguine disposition
Incredible, feels like an illusion
With a weather so clement
The gray clouds part, the sun beams
I bask in the glory of the moment
And go with the flow,
Following my instincts!

The Philanderer

Inspired by 'Nagasaki' foxtrot lyrics, if you can call 'em lyrics.

That toothsome geezer
An unscrupulous womanizer
Night after night
It's the display of his might
He can make some throats go dry
'Encore', they unanimously cry
For some, a demon lover
Like bees, around him they hover
For some, an incubus
A devil ever so ruthless
He moves in mysterious ways
At the right moment he waylays
All these vivacious filly
To his tunes they sway
'why' is beyond my conception
But yeah, I'm no exception

I Pine.

Those eyes, a vault of mysteries galore
I, breathless, as though by asphyxiation
But my heart utters a silent uproar
And I take refuge in urban sophistication

A rendezvous ends the beginning
Marks the beginning of eternity,
The generous amount of pining,
And a swift exchange of repartee

Drinking in the aura, enchanted
With many 'what if's, I'm taunted
Cowardice under the veneer of wisdom
Hypocrisy! To confess I haven't the gumption

A tempest, I entertain for the Adonis,
Comfortably indifferent in his lair,
But who wouldn't, in my place?
I say, gainsay who dare?

Inspirations to Ink ( Title by Ashok )

Wandering the corridors of my mind
The alter egos oppositely aligned
I can feel the tempers raging
A harbinger of wars waging
Into two halves my head splits
And into the the parchment the ink spills

Ludicrous errors on the blackboard
A ripple of laughter in the horde
An argument, ensues treachery
Life, an indiscernible imagery
Amused, my being, at the dim-wits
And into the parchment the ink spills

A sudden shift in loyalties
A broken heart, affected faculties
The sinister silence louder than loudest cry
There goes a perfect relation awry
For every couple that splits
Into the parchment the ink spills!

Several kites flying together
The hue of colours on an iridescent feather
The gentle touch, the feel that still lingers
The baritone, and music by IcyFingers
My usual youthful follies and vanities
And into the parchment the ink spills

The prudence, the educated profanity
The visual bleach, jeopardizes my sanity
Hereditary, this noblesse oblige
In his heart I carved my niche
Not a summer, but a lifetime idyll
Only to the parchment I let the beans spill!

To The Beatles!

The Beatles' style! The lines 'feet down below his knee' and 'come together right now, over me' are from a Beatles' song called 'Come together'.

He's not no knight-errant
He ain't got no gaiters
He wear no Alpine hat
With an Achilles heel
He so fondly nurtures
Come the spineless eel, over me!

No black, no white, it's gray he see
No blood, no white, only gray he got
Greasy, messy top he got
Quite a few halibut he caught
Feet down below his knee
Come the clown, over me!

He say what they say is his
I say what he reap is shiz
My darling, that wasted wastrel
Too wise, the Grim Reaper
With nose too long, head held high
Come the babel, over me!

He do what they do not
A bit of heat, it's fire he caught
A star or the black-sheep, this lot?
Wriggling, writhing, disentangling the knot
With a tag that reads schlemiel
Come the angel, over me!

Rattle prattle..

What I’m going to write now is what I expect to be spine-tingling, enthralling, inquietante, cataclysmic, blood-curdling, horrendous, and terrifying and… well, I've run out of adjectives, so, yeah, I think you get the point I’m trying to make here.

Note: This is my diary entry on the 7th of May (slightly edited, of course). I thought I should share it with all.

I was enjoying ‘Rasmalai’ and a good laugh with a few friends at Swiss Castle in Ameerpet when I first saw it. ‘IT’! And the consequences were quite unexpected - a gasp escaped my mouth, a chill ran down my marrow and suddenly there was a heavy feeling in the chest! (No, it’s not a heart-attack, although it seemed like one)! And I’m sure I sagged a little in my chair. I felt the colour (not to mention the heat associated with it) rising to my cheeks! Man, IT was so conspicuous! I was surprised how I didn’t notice it before. And it’s simply outrageously preposterous how the others at the table were still oblivious to IT! The others! The others? I looked at ‘em. Weird, if I come to think of it now. ‘Cause I can’t remember the last time I was with ‘em. And for heaven’s sake, what are they talking about? Are they even talking? ‘Cause I can’t hear a thing! Have I gone deaf? Or worse, have all of ‘em gone mute? But how in the name of Hades could that happen in, what, an hour? An hour? Well, I don’t remember how long ago I entered this place; it could have been an hour, a day, or maybe, a decade, or an eon, I don’t know! Oh my, I lost track of time! But I don’t really care, at least, not now. If anybody had asked me which planet I lived on, I’m sure I couldn’t have answered correct. For all I know, it could have been Mars or Pluto, and again, I don’t care! The life I have had till now seemed like a great concourse of haphazardly placed images! I was totally confused, befogged, bewildered, perplexed, and what not! Everything around me seemed surreal. The only real thing was IT! I could feel the thought of IT seeping through the layers of my brain. I could feel it writhing against my cranium. I thought my head was gonna split into two halves. And it wasn’t painful either! Pure pleasure. But I knew I couldn’t put up any longer with that either! Everything seemed out of control. Again, I acted involuntarily and impulsively and chanced a glance at IT. And what rot! IT was jeering at me, IT put IT’s ugly tongue out at me. IT’s growing infernally in size. It seemed like IT was all the universe contained. IT was taunting me. IT was tormenting me. IT was tantalizingly close. I wanted to touch it, strangle it to death. But I felt helpless, my faculties were numbed, my sanity was in jeopardy. When I thought I was about to die in a moment, everything suddenly returned to normalcy, all around me was animated once again. I looked around at the place where IT had been. And lo, IT wasn’t there! That explains everything, doesn’t it? And yes, I survived, and lived to tell the story.

But let me confess, even now the memory of the sojourn of a hair from the beard stubble on the forehead of the face I love the most gives me a horrible horripilation, which is invariably accompanied by a heartache!