A mischievous shadow dreads morbidity.
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You stabbed me
My shapeless imageWith the most dreadfulWeapon of the ages.The knife of shadowsSlaying me behindThe brightest shrine.You were the pale priestMaking me quiverWith the painOf centuries ofForced widowhood.Till I trembledLike a blue animalIn the wisp of coldnessPoisoned with lonelySwords of desire.
Monkeys
Monks without keysIn those early daysOf the civilization.While trees were homesAnd homes were Caves…Trees provided everythingFood, shelter, clothing,Branches- some were the kitchen,Some were the beds and leavesbecame the curtainsOver the naked skin.Long before JainismThey learnt to hideWhat was real and natural and true.And they learnt to revealWhat was termed art, culture,And civilization afterwardsAlthough they were…
Beauty lies in the heart,
Nothing celestial is ever captured.
As ever
how discontented stillyou are..I still didn’t come upwith something that couldrestore your faith on me.You were at your bestto prove me unfaithful,in your myriad attemptsOut of the way and unsuccessfulEverything you needed wasSome peaceful settlementand solace thatI must never hurt you,I must be true to my words,I must be willing to see you happyAnd is…
Like a lonely voyager
rove miles and milesof roads of deserted pain.The sunshine sneaksthrough the veils ofdark walking cloudsacross the banks ofthe last autumn sky.At this momentof elegance and ecstasyWords are born.
Few moments ago
like a child’s tearshed every other momentthat the old yearwould pass awaypaving way as ifto a new born babyTo a completely new year.But what’s newabout a year ensuing?Will this yearcoming closerOn the fifth gearAssureeach of its welcomesA year ofWar-free months,Hunger free days,Lust free nights,And momentsTension freeevery now and then? ?