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My Final Journey

In despair, I contemplate
ending my miserable disease-ridden life!
My body is damaged beyond repair
And so intense is the anguish that I can barely bear.
I'm a worthless mess helpless , a broken man and
my future is just infirmity and agony
so I’ve decided it all ends tonight…
so I will exit and leave the world to be a better place
leaving  nothing but only
broken dreams and fading thumbprints…Not a rope, a blade, a fire, a plunge or pills it was,
but to live each day, was stealing my soul!
so I opened the door of death.
Then, the sword of time will pierce my heavy heart

I go up to my dusty desk to inscribe this last poem
Death in purple ink of fatigued pen
betrays the written yearning on a parched paper.

As the sand begins to pile up and time begins to run out;
I will put myself to eternal sleep now
And I promise you that I won’t wake up tomorrow
Saying goodbye is not the hardest part,

By dawn, this family will have one less member
but I have become a part of your life,
It’s just that I can’t bear to lose you…
Remember me for the good times we had together
and I hope that I made a memorable place in all your hearts and
touched each and every one of you in a special way

My crystal tears smudge the silky bed-sheet
Death is laughing as I cry; so I smile to conceal all my lies!
To snatch my miserable soul, ruthless death beckons me
my life sheds the skin of my body that splits apart,
and the crimson blood starts to spill on the floor
a pool of my deliberate  death…

I’m sad -
because I showered you with all my love and affection
because I won’t be there when you are dolled up as a blushing bride
because I won’t be there when you take matrimonial vows
because I won’t be there to see your children grow

I will die tonight in a shower of my own blood
while my ruby red tears blend with my poetic remains
to read this last of my poem, aloud!

My pyre below me feel like cozy cushions under my head
and ashes like malleable mattress
When you see my corpse is being carried away -
don't lament, shed any tears, or feel sorry

Don’t have crystal drops pouring down your pretty face
because I’ll see from you above the azure skies
as I’ll blend in five elemental Constituents
No sadness, no funerals -
only goodbye as the lamp of life extinguishes.
Please pray that I find a new painless world and happiness
as I enter Almighty’s abode!
and fulfill a last wish of a lonely broken man -

It is my yearning to be cremated on this desert island
and let my ashes be blown into the sands of Bahrain, amid fireworks,
and whisper a final ‘Adieu’ -
when I depart for my final journey!

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2014



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In Praise of My Beloved

(THIS POEM IS FOR THE CONTEST - BEAUTY)

Oh my beloved!
Golden gulmohars bloom in abundance
where your dainty feet dance in delight.
The whiff of our love drifts in the air 
intoxicating the buzzing bees unabashedly 
to feel the fragrant faces 
of radiant roses,

The mirror of the pristine pond
fondly holds shining reflections of our togetherness ,
The mother-white pearl of passion peeps
from the oyster of your smile.
Your dimpled cheeks are to me 
the twin whirlpools of laughter.
Monsoon clouds of your dark damp tresses 
hang over your stripped shoulders,
In you glowing gaze I see
thousand lamps alit in the temple of our love!
Your wet lips gleam in ecstasy
with the lightning of our stolen kisses!
Minty flavour of your mouth
still lingers in my breath.
Bewitched by your beauty
the porcelain moon turns pale 
sighing with envy,
and my poetic dreams
come true.
Oh my beloved!

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013

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Passion Flower

The lotus
of our passion 
blossomed, petal by petal,
blushing pink, 
caressed by moist misty morning-dew,
encircled by the amorous bees 
buzzing in honey-sweet intoxication!

Musky smell of sweat slithers in the 
valley of your bosom’s cleavage,
heaving my dizzy head
in the comfort of your lavish lap,
while waterfall of your brunette tresses 
cascade on my flushed face.
Random jingles of your silver anklets 
tickle my eager ears,
and my kisses linger 
slowly sipping the sensuous wine.
from the chalice of your luscious lips!

As I open the curtains of your person.
my butterfly fingers flutter, in anticipation.
Bathing in diaphanous fog of bashfulness,
your nakedness envelopes mine -
and I wear you like my second skin
in hunt of hidden treasures
of physical pleasures!

Snakes of sensuality slither 
in the burrows of engulfing groins
as we plunge into pits of rhapsody.
A stunning spectrum of erotic illusions 
radiates in kaleidoscopic delirium
and our confluence bursts into 
climax of charismatic colours…

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013

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Death of a Poem

Cold-blooded, 
I poison my precious poem 
with the tip of my quivering quill 
to quench the venomous quest 
of my crystal inkpot!

Burying the edited lexis from my perished poetry
in the grisly graveyard of
dusty Dictionaries and tattered Thesaurus
I nip a bud from a withered bouquet of 
touch-me not blues
and preserve the petals in the perky pages 
of my decaying diary…

I push my pristine poetries in the ‘tower of silence’
for the heartless hungry vultures 
who will devour them briskly, 
while the inedible skeletons will melt 
in the holy fires of eternity…

I crumple my unpublished work
and toss them in the unfathomable depths of dust-bin 
lying near the moth-eaten closet at the Editor’s dusty desk!
With my ink-stained immaculate fingers
I strangle my perennial poem to premature demise.

Lets pray for her sanctimonious salvation
And hope she attains Nirvana
and get a peerless placement in 
the lexiconian library of immortality…
Amen!

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013

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All Night Long

Faint footsteps of fragile heartbeats
paced to-and-fro on my heart’s crimson carpet,
while the phantom of past reminiscences haunted me
all night long!

Somewhere sobbing sky melted, bit by bit 
dribbling midst the curves of cumulus clouds
and somewhere a shining star sang sad serenades of lost love
all night long!

As the moths of your memoirs 
buzzed around the flickering flame of my love-scented heart,
my soul glowed brightly in the dark alcove of my body
all night long!

I, like a vagabond, wandering aimlessly,
on the dark path of your heart’s hidden habitat,
lit the lamp of your memories and chanted your name
all night long!

When glum-eyed evening sheds star-lit tears
and moonlight hums a silvery lullaby,
Tuck me in, against your balmy bosom
as I want to sleep in your amorous arms
all night long…

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013



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A Woman With Numerous Names

You are a woman, with numerous names –
Whore,
Harlot, 
Courtesan,
Street Walker,
Concubine,
Lady of the night,
Prostitute,
a sex worker???

Bird of prey -
eyed by predator pimps, 
numerous numb nights 
spent in bleak brothels,
flocked like cattle in filthy sheds,
Time-etched face -
worn-out profane beauty 
concealed in mask of makeup
lures lewd customers
to satiate their lusty appetite
in the jungle of devouring groins.
Whirr of rickety wall-fan drowns in
cacophony of coughing customers
caricature of intercourse doodled on cracked walls 
painted with betel-nut spatter stains…
Blemished ruffled bed and
stink of semen-soiled sheets
mingles with fumes of cheap liquor 
and whiff of stale cigarette stubs.

Your wasted life – 
a snapshot of soiled images,
a tarnished tapestry -
smeared and smudged
with sexually transmitted diseases.
sheds tears of anger, hurt and deceit
for the relics of 
dreams of a dignified life…

I would rather call you -
Mother of manifold miseries
Sister of silent sufferings
Daughter of decaying despair
Wife of worldly woes!

Yes, you are still to me -
a woman with numerous names
and weeping eyes…

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013

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Curtains

Evening raises the curtain
from the waning horizon, 
dusk tip-toes on the moss of darkness 
casting solitary shadows 
that stroll like somnambulist.
Flames of flapping fireflies follow 
the trill cries of chirping cicadas

Perched above, like a yellow parrot,
moon beams from the canopy of cotton-clouds
and stars cluster like silver mushrooms 
in the wonderful wilderness of skies,
spilling stardust 
that seeps in my window sill.
as zephyr sings 
hymns of moonlit insanity

Magical dreams drift 
from the distant heavens
drizzling like raindrops on the pane of eyes.
Lying on the bed of diaphanous desires, 
beneath the lavender layers of lust
I sail in the solitary sea of slumber.
calling your name in silent whispers -
I strip your image in ecstasy
inhaling your heady fragrance
and drape my body with the apparel of 
your sensuous scent.

Blinded by the dazzle of moonlight,
my eyes etch my soul’s reflection
in the mirror of secluded sleep 
and I die a perpetual death
in the pages of my lunatic poetries
as Life drops the curtains 
after my Final Act…

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013

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Reincarnation of Tears

Tears 
shining like precious pearls,
from the corner of your oyster eyes,
trickle in transparent torrents 
into the sea of sadness
and drown in the
turbulence of the
wailing whirlpool…

Like jewels, so bright
saline stars stream down
from the sky of your face
to perform
dance of the dire distress
salsa of sad solitude
ballet of broken heart
waltz of weeping emotions
tango of tearful longing…

From the dark veil of clouds
like melting snowflakes,
crystal drops
roll down
your cheeks,
to unfathomable depths 
of your heavy heart…

Simple release of sentiments
from overflowing well of eyes
shed silent tears of agony,
streaming down,
trails of shattered dreams 
leave traces of hurt and pain…

Lifting your sad face,
with a touch of warmth and love
I wipe your fragile tears.
You smile -
and they reincarnate
as beautiful tears
of happiness…

Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013


Book: Shattered Sighs