The Rhymes of Reality

All hail arrival of acquitted acquaintance
Bow before the boon of bane
Challenge the chastity of chivalrous commoner
Demand the dame for demeaning demure
Eliminate extending erratic ethics
Forget the forging and fragile filial generation
Grasp the gullible gibberish of guilty
Hail for the hell of hermaphrodites
Intense is the Iterative Immunity of Indifferent
Joy for the Jealous jactancy of the Jaded
Kill the Karmic Kaisers
Lust is the labefactation of the lame lamister
More for the malice driven macilent morons
Nest for narcissistic nympho manic nature of nurtured
Observe the obscenity of obnoxious opportunists
Perverted are the People with pacified protagonists
Quietly quivering over quintessential quotes
Rhyming the raisins of rhetorical rhapsodies
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Your Hollow existence

My head spun like a whirlwind
I couldn't hold on a thing
Of all the crazy worlds, of all the craziness I have been,
None as void and none can be seen.

You throw away what's in hand
You are like a statue of sand
Nothing told can serve your appetite
All is dull for you and nothing can be bright

Am I dreaming or you are such a blunder
Ain't no rain, ain't not thunder
yet I see the shivers and chills in your feeble spine
You pale coward I can see the yellow entwine.

You are no more than empty words,
Words that don't mean a thing
You spell them big and yet they are nothing
Of all the Cowards I have seen
You are worst to have been

You walk through the emptiness of your soul
I can see no red heart just black as coal
For I see no sun in you, neither is doubt
It's all dark and hollow throughout

For I laugh again on what you are
There is nothing boiling in there,
nothing is tense
It's just you and your hollow existence

A sailors' pride

Into the high seas, We dwell with the waves,

Morning to night for land my heart craves,

We battle thunder and storms, with clashing tides

Fear in the heart but for our ship we abide

We pray to Poseidon the lord of the ocean

yet, when silence prevails we merry with magic potion

With every parting ray the darkness prevails,

bringing up the lonely cry of unknown monsters, the helpless wails

I have been into these endless waters for a million times,

Yet again with every visit the waves have unfamiliar shine

I have traveled beyond horizons still there is no end

Plagued, Battered, gambled, rattled that's the time spent

Though none of them crib, all have their fears

One bad Omen, one loss to the waves and we hide our tears

For we know we belong to the ocean, we have always been

The enchanting colors of blue, white, Grey and green

When I reach on land, I see those tear filled eyes

the loving embrace I have waited for days and nights

She cries for the fear of unknown harms that may come

Choking with tears, having heard the stories so fearsome

How do I make you understand my love,

sea is the sky and I am it's dove
It's impossible for us to dwell on this land
For it's waters where we belong and Ocean's mystic is grand.

A puppets' tale

I dance to the daily chores, life is my string

I am a puppet with a mock face, mockingly I sing

Strings pulled by the crowds, I owe nomore what is mine

I dance to the tunes which others play for me, 

somewhere something reminds, puppets don't whine

Silent and still I wait when there is nomore, for then I 

realise I miss it, maybe I am like a whore

You take me and play as you wish for I am not even paid,

You can thorw me when you get tired I am not the one whose 

voice can be raised. 

As days pass I am turning into a ragged doll, 

Even kids don't wanna see the puppet, away they stroll

When would I be released from this web of strings

May be I am real, I may know what life brings

But none would pay heed for all of us are puppets, 

some by choice, some are gods muppets. 

Love's Labor Lost

You came into my life like waves in the sea,
Life seemed so perfect, so true, so free,
My life rejuvenated like a phoenix from its ash,
In this world I had all the happiness to cash,
All the problems that were mine, Seemed so far away, 
For the first time in my life happiness came to stay,
Was it luck or a gift for the deeds in my past,
I could not understand, from life what more could I ask,
What it was I cant understand……
One misunderstanding is all that ends everything, 
I died,coz you my nightingale stopped singing,
I thought that our love was like a diamond,
But our relationship broke like the fragile glass,
In one moment my life's path was set and done,
your kiss on my lips now is a scar and not just one, 
I always saw my face in your beautiful eyes,
But I dropped like a tear with your sigh,
Long we stayed on the beaches with each other,
And used to look at the sky,
I had no idea, that to death I would smother,
When I see u away from me, when away from me you fly, 
I keep looking at you from the beach into the dark sky,
When you were away I saw that it was you I always needed,
What it was I can't understand
Why it was I cant understand,
Time escaped from my hand just like sand, 
Somethings were always there,
Something were destined to be,
Was I reluctant or blind that I could not see ,
Beautiful ripples in the water, turned into monstrous waves,
It was your love for which my heart always craves,
Be it god, be it satan or be it any almighty itself,
All saw, all witnessed, how for you I killed myself,
For you I stopped breathing,
For you I stopped sleeping,
But yet so far, but yet so distant,
I can never forget you at any instant,
You love someone else or don't love me,
I know your feelings and forever happy you be,
I pray to the almighty for thee,
For I was blind, I could not see,
I could not see that your love was a mere illusion, 
But it's your love that sent me into seclusion,
What it was I still don't know,
Were you my friend, lover or foe

IT'S ME WHO BURNS

Times and tide , anger and pride 
love and lust, filth and dust
power and money, sad or funny 
All was there 
but something was missing 
I couldnt find where 
I couldnt see 
what it was 
same as in literature a 
missing clause ,
a clause so small yet so important 
was it life or my ways were ignorant?
life was always an open book 
shadows inside dark and crook
a serpent crawled 
spirits brawled
this isnt a graveyard 
this is my heart 
a burning soul with loads o dearth
and all it ends with a burning hearth
a fire so sacred ,
that burns the hatred 
you are the one who enlightened divinity 
you made me believe in serendipity
feelings i never felt aroused
I tried the best still drowsed
now, when i see you drifting apart 
It tears me into sempiternal parts
then I see the destiny 
the way this world is meant for me 
It snatches away all I got 
times and things even I forgot
then I close my eyes and realise
It's not the world that burns 
these are my ashes which you see,.......... 

Songs of Hell

Long past midnight, deep down the riverside

You hear them whimper, you hear their cries

They have lost it all, even death has been denied

The devil looks it all, in burning oil he fries

Its' not a childs fantasy, its a sinners fear

For long I have known, 

someday I will join them as a peer

Yet, here I lie at absolute peace, for I have long known

I have left the fear far behind, I write hymns' of hell

For the day I join them, I will not cry or maon

I am ready to bid this life a brave farewell

You can deny the sins that long you have committed,

This ain't a court of law, you don't get acquited

I shall see you all, for I know where you belong, 

For I have always known, I knew it all along

The songs of the hell reach out for you to embrace

I hear them all the time, its' more of a grace

Someday, some of you might very well accept 

all the maons we hear are not of those who wept

For I will sing the melodies, the songs of hell 

I have found my new home, this is where I will dwell

 

 

The Trumpets of Sorrow

There he lay, in midst of nowhere, 

a battle long fought, bodies scattered everywhere.

Moans of the wounded, sirens of shells 

He could only wonder for the promised heaven,

there he was in middle of the hell. 

He couldn't grieve for a grief so profound, 

all he could hear was maying horses and howling hounds.

Bodies charred by fire of canons, 

Yet, he thought of his maiden, his shanon.

All would be quiet soon, he knew his death will come.

It was a matter of time, yet there was a lot to be done.

If only, he could get a day

to say it all what he could never say. 

Alas, he knew his last is to come,

then the world will perish with all he had inside,

He would never see her again, his beautiful bride

A distant sound of bigule added to the mockery

There he is dying for some proud kings crockery

Travesty of life, for subsequent to his demise morrow, 

there were bigules of victory not trumpets of sorrow. 

 

The Virgins' Dilemma

Stranded across a horses' saddle,
Untouched by the dirt post cradle

She walks around with an air of a fool,
Lads whistle, Men cripple, oldies drool.

Oh! how they watch a virgin goddess,
each eye has lust, each heart has rawness.

She dreams of a prince in a toad,
unknown with life's' girth and goad

She has it all, what all she could ever call,
yet there is a dilemma, she doesn't wanna fall

She craves' for unknown shadows of night,
Yet the mornings bring the senses with might.

She fights with unknown fears, the lonely nights
the shouting tribes and hurling spears.

Every story she has ever heard,
every fear she found absurd.

None can tell whats this enigma,
its' for her to suffer, it's a virgins dilemma.