Love that is unexpressed
Is like the coffer of the miser..!
An armed soldier triggered own gun,
Aiming innocents to be killed then..!
Looking into mirror,
My face has been changed,
My countenence as well..!
More to do as methink
But it requires all norms
To be replaced by ink
And it'l give you raptures!
Dictator depicted his raptures,
Even to topple down trodden ones
Who he beholds as 'scapegoats...'
The door is ajar,
The window panes are broken asunder,
There is something sinister,
'The horror! The horror! '
Each day's sun casts its ray
Through the curtains of clay-
Clad window panes makes lay
Of mine be sung its way.....!
Water may be the solace to the throat
But can it lessen or quench my thirst
For what I am searching for,
Tramping across the shallow shore?
Having determined, confident as well,
I gently walked treading on the shell,
Being astray to get from this cosmos
Whatever that'l satiate me more not less.
Woe of a Fallen Leaf
Oh! Blizzard, you scalped me out the tree
Where was I ecstatic and free
Seperated being am I, can't be in glee,
Rendered me out of spree.
Behold! you, the young green leaf,
I know your vanity 'i am a young stuff'.
You now are a part of Tree in the buff
And I'v been under an awful cliff.
Before my falling people got my favours,
But now, Blizzard, you made me in chaos
Letting me fall down deep into crisis.
Oh God! Turn my hereafter in your bliss.
Ode to My Beloved!
Eventhough you are not beside me,
I feel those gentle caresses
Which were gifted by your tender palms.
Eventhough you are far from me,
I feel those hearty pulses
Possessed by your divine passion.
Wherever you may be,
Always I remember those days
Which were spilled over by love-stream.
Those clasply shared moments
In which we and our dreams
Dissolved quite each other.
Even if you won't return again,
I behold your countenance,
Your smile that moved my vein.
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