Blind Love

Call her eX, Y, or Z,

But I loved her intensely.

No, I still do – can’t help it!

I let the bird fly out – I was cool.

Now I feel the pain, feeling the vacuum!

People come in, leave their footprints, and go.

We receive them warmly, see them off with a smile.

Then we feel the pain, thinking of the loss, of the days lived!

I wish I never loved in my life – love is blind and leaves you in dark.

Of Living a Traveler :)

Let me live on the roads,
Never to return a home,
Where no one shall await,  
My doors are ever close.

Isolated, though surrounded,
I travel my roads unaided,
Folding life in a rucksack,
Living the life of a traveler.

Heavy is the backpack I carry,
Mysterious, the ultimate board,
Slow, the pace of my footstep.
I’ll, still, toil my way, until I win.

Roads – open, straight, and curved,
Things that charm me the most.
Happy, I’m still rolling, like
A stone that catches no moss.

Why I like my life!

Disappointments… been part of my life…

Been following me… for quite a long time…

I want to run…as fast as I can… as far as I can...

They seem… never to leave me… let me alone…

I’m scared… to walk along with them…

Yet, I find… many often… they’re the only companions I’ve got.

Unlike others… they never desert me… nor keep me waiting…

Now, why I like my life so much!

B’cos… I’m never alone… I’m always accompanied…

Be it disappointments… or loneliness…

I’m always accompanied…

Of Renunciation

Think of the flower thrown away;

Abhorred by the lady at her festoon.

Have I ever snuffled some perfume

As sweet as this fragrance discarded!

Unlike the beauty in rose you adore,

Let me sing of the unhidden splendor,

Of the scent that reaches through heart,

To the inner most layers of my mind.

Like the stone renounced by the mason,

Becomes the corner-stone of the House,

This flower will become the key fraction,

Of the Garland to adore the King of kings.

Assassined...

Like a hunter drawing near the hart,
Time slowly appeared before me.
Like the buds plucked from a tree,
Here lie my dreams down, life apart.

I loved my dreams, but they just deceived me...

Solitary Wanderer

I’m walking my lone lane,

Waiting for none to join,

As I know it be in vain.

And I take a turn only I enjoin.

I’m like the rolling stone,

That sticks no bills on its way.

I hum a song on my way, atone

With the ‘sound and fury’ of my day!

Call me stranger, for you know not,

The weird, forlorn paths I walked.

Condemn me not, for you walked not,

The miles and miles I just stalked.

I’m but a solitary wanderer,

Who knows not, where he’s to reach.

I’m another unknown adventurer,

Exploring the lessons, life’s still to teach.

Epilogue:

Dark are the paths we walk;

Night – the time we’re in trouble,

The times we search one to talk,

Yet we find us but in rubble.

Strolling the paths of thorns and stones,

Fighting with the heat of the flaming sun,

Finding their skin closest to their bones,

Travelers seek for help, but find none!

Undone

I’m done emotionally,

I’m drained mentally,

I’m deceased spiritually,

Yet I smile, physically.

Passion, the fire within,

Burns up my world akin.

Emotion escapes my skin,

Body dead without a kin.

Thoughts, deserted me too,

Gone with the wind that blew,

From the wasteland of the skew.

Mind is shattered – it’s true!

Soul, the power I falsely exalted,

To my yawning wounds, just salted.

Body, mind, and soul departed,

I still live here like the one assaulted.

No regrets;

I Love my past.

No complaints;

I live in the present.

No inhibition;

Ready for the future.

My Mother's Lad

A lady’s man – will I be one?

Mother’s lad – I’m sure I am!

She covered me in her shell,

Sticking all the mud to herself,

Keeping me sheltered within,

Safe, clean, and polished.

Giving me her life and blood,

She fed me like the pelican.

Rooting to the mud so deep,

Sprouted such a tender flower.

Why're You so?

Girls change their attire, like
The chameleon its skin.
But why they change their mind,
More often than their dress!

I compare a lady to a snake,

That uses its tongue to kill.

It sucks with its tongue of venom,

And thinks it's honey to taste.

My Only Prayer to Thee

God, may I pray to thee,

But for a single thing:

Give me back my infancy,

That you once snatched from me.

“Grow up, man, be mature”

Fed up with words like 'em;

I love my infantile self,

Leave me to my secret self.

Life’s but a fool’s tale,

Realism – a stupid wit.

L’me dwell in my folly,

Nothing makes me as jolly.

I Quit!

“Be prepared to alienate” –

So read the lines of wisdom.

Like the apple in Adam’s throat,

I lived in your incisive verdict.

To ingest or not to – the question

Worth deciding my life within you!

Eyes aloft, see the star alienated,

Far from the sparkling fireflies on sky.

Ears pointed, hear his hushed words,

Adding fuel to fire burning deep within.

Tongues soaked, tang the salt of the drops,

Triggering water-works on misty-eyed canvas.

I quit!!!