Thy beauty so profound… like the roses at dawn,
To stand by your side, an angel be shamed…
All other fairness does look forlorn.
Yet, is it not evident, thy beauty so fake,
Fatal instincts that lie beneath…
Conspiring… trust seems to be at stake.
What use then of this beauty…?
That steals a man of its life…
Or leads to damnation?… humors me!
Yet I am lost in the maze of thy splendor…
Mine eyes see none, but thy damask cheeks.
Bosom swells with love for this heavenly blunder.
And though I be thrust into the flaming pyre…
From thy gracious looks, I shall not turn…
Better to burn, than be deprived of flaming desire.
How you shine with utmost grace…
Glowing vibrantly, yet swelled with pride…
The world entwined in your forceful embrace.
In utmost glory of your shining armor,
Resplendent… regal… flamboyant…
The skies you rule with deep ardor.
The lord they call you… but of course…
The power supreme, the life provider…
Master of the light source.
Patron of the divine arts…
A craftsman… A showman you are…
Ever reigning over our hearts.
In the dark of the monsoon…
She sat timidly…frail and forlorn
Adrift in limitless thoughts…
Those good old days long gone.
Yearning for that touch… warm
The wind howled in a silent wail…
As the candle flickered tirelessly…
Memories dissolve…leaving a faded trail.
Into the misty gray she stared…
Eyes in search for that fairy tale…
Trembling fingers flip stained pages…
Tracing life through pictures pale.
Hello Abigail!”… a voice resounds from afar…
A momentary turn… she slips back again
The armchair rocked… eyes cast a questioning gaze…
He hadn’t come… it was an expectation in vain.
There it is, in earnest he exulted,
Atop the shelf…the scarlet box,
With silver ribbons braided,
Twirling around like curly locks.
Filled with jewels of deep desire,
’tis an object of taste profound,
The salve for a man’s ire,
He said, staring with affection abound.
Sweet memories carefully encased,
Reminiscing moments precious,
With the sweet of your love laced,
’tis emanates an aroma luscious.
A glimpse is what he craved,
Of the morsels of palatal pleasure,
Asleep softly and neatly cased,
To be awakened by a swift gesture.
Livid…yes,livid I am
to see thy sweet smile…
the blush on thy rosy cheeks
the sparkle in thy eyes…
The scent of thy perfume…
Vibrant like the morning sun dance,
Kindle the soul within…
Eliciting sparks of sweet romance
The swish of thy velvety tresses.
Send ripples of an intimate desire…
Gentle fingers kiss my cheeks…
Bringing to life the amorous fire.
Utterances from thy luscious lips,
Like holy chants, flutter the soul within…
As I migrate into an elusive trance…
Enamored by thy voice…enchanting.
Where hast thou been, me question.
As I gaze at thee with wonder…
Speechless, I search for words…
Lost in thy mazey beauty….I wander.
Amidst fiery battlegrounds,
Where wolves roam free,
She stood brave and strong,
Facing squalls of envy.
Fearless, she drew her sword,
Unnerved by deathly winds,
She charges ahead with vigour
Swiftly within an eye’s blink.
‘Twas a battle of filthy lust,
She fought with hallowed silence,
Wearing armours of virtue and trust
To end this smutty pestilence.
With fair grace did she lodge,
The pennant of pure victory
Though death she couldn’t dodge
But immortalised in human history.
This entry was posted on April 20, 2014, in
Reflections and tagged Battle, Freedom, Lust, Poem, Poetry, Reflections, Tragedy, victory, women.
Did you hear the cacophony,
Of men burly ‘n’ wearing tights,
Who swore by common ancestry,
In mature yet mindless fights?
Over sour ale did they chatter,
Questioning the fancy regime,
That gave not a full platter,
But doses of a hollow dream.
Their fists they banged with might,
While the tapers flickered with fear,
To an uprising that was alight,
For castigating the pitiless royal tier.
With pitchforks, axe and spade,
The bastion they stormed in a flurry,
With a war cry of profound hate,
As the horizon blazed with fury.
“Execute ‘em all”, they roared,
Dashing the china to smithereens
Stagecoaches and satin all burned,
Ending the loathsome regal reigns.
This entry was posted on April 21, 2013, in
Reflections, Uncategorized and tagged Free, Freedom, hatred, Poem, Poetry, Reflections, regime, revolt, royalty, War.