Is this love real?
Or is it just a sin?
Is this agony just for me?
Why do i see that ghastly grin?
You cast a spell on me,
I await to make it real,
You tear my skin abruptly,
And have it as a meal...
Lure me, would you?
'cause I'm tied in a fake amity,
Lure me, won't you?
I believe in this vague vicinity...
I feel so good, it hurts my belly,
Your owls sings to the brine,
This pain is arousing my soul,
Forgetting about this grimy crime...
Oh, you can tear my heart apart,
But no blood for vengeance would come,
As your hands wickedly plays those strings,
Your work is already half way done...
Lure me, oh, would you?
Please hit me with those poison darts,
Lure me, oh, why can't you?
I'll listen to your dreadly music, till my saneness departs...
- Adhyatmika Tripathi
O' Beautiful Night
O Night, beautiful dusky night!
World says, you’re dark and dreadly
There’s no sign of light!
I say, I find solace to take refuge in your lap,
You’re perfect to sing ‘lullaby’ and make me sleep, not just a nap.
Although the glow of moon and stars may not be so bright,
Oh meek and humble night! Being behind the limelight,
Like a loyal loving ideal Indian wife
You let the sun spread his mighty glorious light,
And let the world glorify him and say, Sun is so bright,
But the night is dark, it has no light.