Monday, May 25, 2009

A SERENADE...by a GIRL



[Night Queen gestured a goodbye kiss
Decieved dusk out & seduced me in.
'Hope' dragged me deep into her
Only to sense love & time to pause,
The earth shook in delightful swagger,
The leafy sky patches engraved the amour.

Rang the bells of love’s dawn song
To embellish the earth with love.
I crafeted a dream to vain creation,
Prolong the history of mortality,
Hold back Night Queen in possession,
Wet her in my unsatiated flames of expectation.]

“Hey Night Queen...fling & spread your arms
Cast them wide & bar the spying sun.
Let me love my love under your veil
Make it warm & do not bewray,
Play the tune, O forlorn night’s bird
Dim you & save my grace, O stars above.

Live long the Night Queen & record on reign
Deepen enough the love’s Poseidon's realm.
Enslave us within it & sentence forever bondage,
Bind us both & bless us with trust,
Worry not, I realise you have it in shortage,
Our love will grow trust & you hoard it undamaged”.


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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I'LL WAIT...



The autumn leaves have blown away,
which used to grow once on trees,
the beautiful moments I once spent with you,
have now just become memories.

The bird has spread its wings out
and flown into the open world,
Oh, when... when will it return
to its loving heart!!!

The world may say anything
my virgin soul will always disagree,
I have captived you in my heart
and I can't set you free.


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Thursday, May 7, 2009

LABOUR PAIN



“Push.....Push....Yes...Yes...Push it harder.”
“Is it out??”
“No. Sigh!!!”
“Give it another try. You will soon see a new face.”
And my final ordeal began. The empyrean excitement to hold for the first time, a life which I could say is OURS, filled me with a tremendous flow of fluid to make it even easier for me. I could feel the uncontrolable urge to push it out as fast as possible. All women out there would understand. I could fancy a happy complete family of mine. I just needed to push it a little harder. It was choking me heavily to death, but still I was ready to take all fear & pain for the sweet dream I saw. I was scared to hurt the new one while I clambered. Each time I tried to push, it came out to the tip of my tongue.... but, again slickly slipped back all the way deep into my heart as I drank away my saliva to slacken my strained nerves.
“Could you let it out this time?”
“No. I couldn’t”.
"But what went wrong this time???"
My words tried to come out kicking back at my heart with all force. But I could not speak out a single word. With a bated breath, I kept struggling to say. They kept encouraging me. But my fear to face something unacceptable held me back... What if I give birth to a dead child??? And what if the child is derelicted by this cruel world??? I knew...the longer I held it back, the remote became my chances to feel the first touch of a new RELATIONSHIP. I left it to time & fate knowing that it would be even painful for me to helplessly witness my apprehensions come true than to keep struggling with my words forever inside. I am still going through LABOUR PAIN.


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Monday, May 4, 2009

I THINK...IT WAS BETTER



The numb, pale old body
I gazed at the face, so blue
gazed at the veins
so prominent...stuck to the body outside
so cold & hard from inside.

Oh heaven! Oh heaven! hold on,
cure the body or else take on.
Such pain & sorrow
that clouded over him
as if he was reciting his last hymn.

Better take up the life
or take away his life.
Address death to pain
which would be justice done
but no more restrain.

Life is a game of god
two options to avail...losing life
or searching peace in pain.

Now let the soul rest in peace
reward his pain with a life in heaven.
Those eyes with tears of pearl on a faded face
had to part forever from the nameless grace.
Don't hold back this time...for I'll be the one to cheer much
at the final medal of life he wins
at his last breath...


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ILLUSION

MELT AWAY...