A Lovely Remembrance: Is it Love Still? Or Is Love Always for the Past?

 

Time was once,

When the flower was at its prime,

Lost love now only feign,–

Immortality which time can’t maim!

 

What a great make believe!

Heart’s no cause of yore,

Today, mind’s cause to deceive:

Hence the lyrics required many more.

 

Celestial to remain in love

With love that once was!

By tongue it creates wave,

Ripples whose get lover ‘pass’.

 

‘Pass’ in keeping flame alive

For others to see it

And credit for negating time’s heave

Against the love lamp tenderly lit.

 

Where art fullest petals?

Which formed earthy beauty; love

Among vast stretches of vales,

Oof! Find them, now, afore toe.

 

Thy wide parted eyes,

Show now the angst;

Vision before them dies,

And thou laugh at the epitapher biggest.

 

Thy soft trysts in my arms

Make the pen stubborn,

Bent on creating charms,

But write they only lover’s mourn.

 

At times thou had tears,

Brooked which thy rosy cheeks;

A flower flooded with fears,

Me now tryst only wordy shrieks.

 

Shaking lips when sent

Tremour theirs in mine,

Very same now hell bent

On paying lip service to that wine.

 

Then, thou sipped worries from my brow,

And the wrinkles there unfolded;

Luck seemed for a charming throw,–

Poet’s lines, now, to be traded.

 

Those hot gasping whiffs

Formed warm passioned air,

Float, now, in cloudy ifs,

And the mystic sucking his share.

 

Aha that sleep thine

In the blessed lap mine!

Those thighs now seek pat,

Claim love’s survival and bet.

 

Crossed I physical limits,

Souls merged to play games,

This lover now hits body

To show the soul lame.

 

Beloved, hardest I tryst

For thy aliveness in me,

Still, efforts to reach highest

On love scale always neigh.

 

Alas, thou art past now!

Historian, but, tries love still,–

New love seeds to sow

New love crop for some crazy will.

The Old man and the Night

                     The old man and the night,

Both of them lie awake.

His life fading out of sight,

Cough, meanwhile, doth a serious shake.

 

Lost out dark world around,

Times ago he was born,

The soul when got aground,

Old, old! Now it is other world-lorn.

 

Night is his companion now,

The day too hectic and bright,

So many of them swiftly passed, how?

Now the night comes, fades as the sight.

 

The night tries to bring sleep,

O mother, child sleepless for too long,

Time may come for a slumber deep,

And motherly it whispers a song.

 

Too much hurried was the day,

While the night has much patience,

The day only for the hair’s grey,

The night doth die it black in silence.

 

The old man and his old mother,

Thus, stand by each other,

Stepmother will come with sunrise,

How will then cope the sun wise?

Perhaps, It will Rain Today

 

The sky is overcast,

Grayish dark clouds

Ebriatedly stoop over,

Perhaps, rain will come,

And the birds anticipatedly fly,

Like the children turned all urchins;

Roaming across the streets,

Shouting with every thunder above.

The breeze comes cool,

To cool down the eagerness,

It whispers, wait, wait ye fellows,

Listen to that thunder,

God is certainly preparing water,

Listen to His bowl.

The trees wait with their wisdom;

Oh, the patience of decades, years!

While, the chirpy leaves, branches;

Childhood with its swinging moods,

Seems it as if an infant

Kicks grandpa’s lap gone serene.

 

Only God knows when it will come,

When the dreams will reality become?

God’s Child Playing

 

Once again I fall,

Fall on my knees,

Like a child after a ball,

And like father, God watches with please.

 

The mighty father sees

His cherub playing, learning,

Helps He not with every breeze,

Exclaims, ‘Thou art just a starter darling!'

 

My mountainous tumbles,

To him just childish rolls,

And complaints just boyish grumbles,

Pacifies, ‘Thou just play son, I worry about goals!’

 

And I go on playing

For the father’s muse,

Constantly with spirits flying,

Till the teacher Himself rues.

 

The child thus goes

For the biggest of tries,

Yes! Smiles only a rose

After the branch gives many thorny cries.

The Hero

 

What if a man’s might

Beats destiny’s delight?

Like the aerolite,

In a cold dreary night,

Gives the brightest fight,

For the sake of light,

O the never ending aerolite!

Always too bright,

Defeating fate’s sight,

Escaping its play site,

Where nothing holds tight,

And all fateless in their own right,

Paying a blissful rite,

To the destiny gone quiet,

Yes! There are some kites,

Which reach such heights,

Not to fall for earthly delights.

Surrender

 

God! Here and now I surrender before thee,

Let fate onwards be

At war with the prime deity,

Let it draw all arrows from its kitty.

 

Surrender to the nectarine form,

God! Brave now thee, thy own norm,

For I have lost the battle,

And leave war for you to settle.

 

I bow before thy supreme grace,

As defeat proudly brace

The low held head,

While, all willpower gone dead.

 

Too loudly the victorious conchs blare,

And the defeated, wounded can’t dare

To touch the weapons in dust lying,

For, winner’s fatal most arrow still eyeing.

 

So many efforts butchered this macabre,

Aah! The annihilator with its tabor,

Its ghastly, nasty dance,

Gives me not the singlest chance.

 

God! Now I lie at thy feet,

And see how thou beat

Someone who fought so valiantly,

Fell then down silently.

Processing of Greatness

 

A fluty wail from the well of woe,

With angels playing harp softly above,

Dumb music from this most tragic tragedy,

Go on, Go on! Crown of mercy too greedy.

 

The tragic, saddened heart,

Where the lamp of longest pain burn,

Its light reaching transcendental eye,

And the oil of fallacy saying smoky bye.

 

Aah the ways of destiny!

Who can understand its allegory?

Why doth purest affection of human soul,

Gets crushed for the purest emblem of the whole?

 

Too far is heaven’s corbel!

There sanctified souls dwell,

They sing, go to tragedy’s depth,

For, without pain’s awake, no one ever slept,

 

Perhaps, too vivid is pleasure after a long pain;

Golden glow of morning after night’s rain,

The pure star in clearest sky,

After worst elements, now shining high!