If there is a storm around you,
I mean nasty, leering sea-storm
churned out by the incurable circumstances,
Whining like a dog won't help,
Nor will the majestically brave lion's roar
to tame the storm help you.
It's better that we try to swim
to the best of our humble capacity,
Leave then the
rest to the unknown forces.
Believe me,
even the burning core of the nastiest storm,
ultimately embraces
the cool ice block of a genuine effort!
Religion mine isn't that weak,
So as to cripple me
to condemn and hate some other religion.
I don't have to hate others
to prove love for my own.
Was it your love?
Or the fishing hook of some winning, crushing trait,
On which you had expertly put
smart, suave, attractive and beautiful bait.
Love leaks out of my body,
drop by drop.
Her cuts are incurable:
The non-healing holes;
the ever-existing outlets
for the mellowness inside
to seep out and turn stones.
Lynched by loneliness,
I surrendered to the
sweet tyranny of solitude,
The wounds healed,
The suffering receded,
They moved away
like shifting shadows,
Painful memories lagged behind
and turned milestones on the foggy path,
Of course sweet breeze blows sometimes
and carries syrupy memories from behind,
They leave a smile on my lips
and are again left behind, as I move on,
like sweet path-side flowers,
I look back,
They wave a sweet good bye
with a still sweeter sigh,
And thus we have to move on,
All alone
to our destination next,
And pitch our tent at one fine dusk
and go for a long, long sleep.
With softly pining majesty,
silence sings a song,
Shadows grow long,
Her soft fingers brace my face
and go along a tear's trace.
Delicate tip of her finger bears the jewel,
A tear,
The tear that would have been
lost as a salty line on my face.
The sun playing hide and seek among floating clouds,
The humid air wispily whispering a smart secret,
The land lying languidly with overdose of love;
its pining thirst quenched
by the sky's countless kisses and love-drops,
A dove pair mating,
lost in the silent majesty of lusty innocence,
And he holding her hand
with a soft touch to cover stony realities,
A gentle kiss follows
to hide the mutual lies told
to make each other happy and joyful
for the time being.
