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A Witch's Lullaby

when the sun sets down,
at far end of the town;
when night creeps in,
sky full of silver spin;
when mortals are drunk in spirits,
voyaged to the slumberland;
i walk down the bridge,
to fulfil my grudge.
stealthily waddle to avoid all sight,
thick mist shields me to aid my fight.

ages ago, i was ablazed
burnt down on injustice pyre,demon gazed
i was named satan's mistress
not enough to distress
pale hide venin,golden locks gorgon's serpent
my body devil's vent
hours talk the elder held
maimed me,left to bleed
choked me,
stoned me,
when that didn't satisfy
charred me,left to die.

anguished and sore
my powers rose
i took a solemn oath-
pain for pain,a little game
life for life'll only satisfy

bewared evil's kin
for i woke every spring
sorrows were the guide
chiseled with anger and pride
and thirst for their blood
led me to their hut

and year after and every year to come
life for life, pacified some
so legend went around
the witch was back in town
and i took twisted pleasure
hurting them at leisure

one spring,nineteen ninety nine
when everything was fine
i rose again,walked in front of his gate
he followed me at once
awed, my beauty n gems
he asked my name
poor soul! never to understand my game
wooed by concocted charm
would do his harm

comeuppance haunt!
his forefather's deed
their inhumane and greed

thought he would pine
but then his eyes met mine
bewitched my dead soul
and flipped my role

i whispered in his ear
a song he hear
he closed his eyes 
i was gone for the night

i screamed
i cursed
myself in agony
i spared the devil's progeny
so waited for the next sunfall
when i again crawled

bewildered my gaze
i saw him amazed
standing where we left
told about a theft
his heart was mine
wished to make me his bride

his eyes in moonlight
unaware of my plight
his hand rested on my cage
enough to dampen my rage

he painted a picture so bright
against the lust to hurt him,i fight
future full of promises
life a melody,sweet voices
alas! my cold heartless cage against his warmth
his lustrous hide against my pale

so i sang again
i whispered in his ear
a song he hear
he closed his eyes
i was gone for the night

back on my grave
never to kill again
a crimson rose swell
and i sleep well
no pain for pain
no life for life
a heart for heartless cage

but beware you kin
for every spring i sing
i whisper in your ear
a song you hear
you close your eyes
and i'm gone for the night

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Romancing With Nature

Behold the beauty!
a bliss! a miracle!
deep in azure cloak,stretching end to end,
at far horizon burns an amber ring,
morphing sleeping sapphire sheet in tangerine ;

harbinger of dawn!

birds rise high,dancing in skies
escorting the soothing rays,chained in feathers,
bathing every leaf and petal;
the golden disc charm the cerulean,
rising  in all glory,the bright of sun,
inseparable from earth's womb

and i sit alone
its warmth kiss my soul.

down in turquoise pond,hovering with taro green
reflecting nature's passion;
rosettes burgundy that spread,
painted amidst the lilies of all shade;
and the mosaic so form,
sanctuary of mallard, heron, swan

enrapture my soul!

soon the sky turns grey,
fine fresh sprinkles play,
gaping the mighty clouds, it hail!
heaven pours sweet elixir;
so sing the cricket,creeper,hopper alike
so dance the birds spreading feathers white
and the rain ripples the pond,kissing the petal
so form music,beat to beat symphony mingle;

and i sing along
the fresh drops wake my soul

when shower is done,peep again the sun
and blossoms a garland of mystic seven
hue mingling in another
so form rainbow ,majestic
aroma lingering in air,ecstatic

and i  stare alone
its charm color my soul

dawn to dusk,sets the sun
the bright dying in artistry,
portraying the skies mystery;
and when twilight whelms,
empyrean unravels;
silver crescent rises;
countless celest glitters across,
floating in heavenly sea;

and i lay amaze
the shine brightens the soul

bewitching beauty!
a bliss! a miracle!


5/12/17

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The Rose

Hark oh! Stranger halt!
hearken my plea,ere your surmised decree
thy callous hand,cease them
afore thee naive,asunder me from mine roots

I, fledgling bud,still to bloom and ripe
to blossom and feed the wind,my luscious incense
soon to allure the sweet birds,bees,flies
and proud primrose,buttercup,camellias, daffodils
shall envy my blossomed beauty

nay! do not sever me from my source
the one thee avow thine love, if gift me to her
I be a day's charm,an hour's essence
she'll keep me hidden in pages so white
forget so long, to show any light
and i'll wither and wither and die

hear me!your lover long not for my crimson veil
still to my roots,present me alive to her
she'll nuture me,so shall I always bloom

the wind rustling my emerald leaves,
shall whisper your voice
the thorns, my sword ,shall protect her from vice
my essence, fragrance her life
and touch,my tender touch will remind her
of your eternal love!

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Utopia

go away, far faraway
find a land as i say

no matter the sun,no matter the rain
no matter the soil or barren land
matters most the humble occupants
the flight of birds, the roar of beasts
the lush green,tall trees, meadow all alike
differ what the souls that reside

go away ,far faraway
find me a place

where kindness mingle in blood so deep
hatred makes a man weak
where 'divide on hide' 
rides the doom's slide
where jealousy is sin
selfish devil's kin
where down in deep hole
the corrupt souls are thrown
where animosity is alien
sadness is gone, love born

where no black,brown or white
better make me colour-blind
religions mingle in peace
no racism, hatred no more!
no gun in my soldier's hand
no need of bloodspat
be all friends, holding each other's hand

a place we can sit in peace
no terror, no gruesome act
no evil's pact
where you and me are 'we'
humanity in all its beauty
love, wisdom, work our duty

a place like Eden's twin
down from heaven, round the sun to spin

but fool of me!
to ask for an impossible deed
such treasure land not found, but formed
together 'we' shall create that land
cleanse our soul of all filth
open our mind to optimism
once ourselves purged
then tell them all
no more racism, no more narrow nationalism
no more terror in religion's name
stern! tell all what we want
no more hatred and war
stop fussing on colors few
lets see a world full of shades new

such mighty task,need soul and sweat
our love, wisdom, optimism,courage
utopia living! no more a fantasy
so shall we all,create that land
where our future'll be shining bright
proud and praising the hard work of our present.

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A Drop

Deep in a dark cavern,
where dove morphs to raven
and flawless white it flaunts,
sullied in grim darkness
in that cave's chest,
i swell from a deep well

the source cursed,
not chilled bergs,
not gaping clouds
nay! not even a dancin' fount'

and on kissing an ebony lash,
dissipates damp
drenching the rest,
down i roll
on the gleaming hide,
burnin' in anguish's flames

not a dew on crimson petal, 
nay! not even a surging vapour

and deep in pale furrow, 
i flow,carrying all gloom
not a narrow creek,
not the turbid rivulet
nay! not even a brook

so i fall down,times maroon,
in days of forlorn
no thirsty land quench, 
no mighty ocean feeds 
nay! not fills even a poor pit

and the land remains barren,
no foliage, no seed sprouts
take no pain,
nay! not a sprinkle to kill the drought

i rise from cocktail of
despair and melancholy
a salty lemonade of 
fresh wound and aged agony

the rage boils up,
sadness tames into a drop
and i arise charring my source, 
swollen and drinking sorrows
soaking linen,
filling the wool 
or at best a soft pillow

yes,you know me dear,
i'm a drop of tear!

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Pursuit of Life

brutal will be the blow of fate
cruel will be this place
but remember one thing mate
don't you ever break!

labor will contuse you rough
situations tough!
joy hanging by a thread
but you don't be afraid

high spirits shake so wild
as if the juice of lime
and you 'll feel low
believe me it's no crime!
tested in this world so sly
but you'll always have to fly high

time,escaping may seem perfect plan
but we,humans are not born of that clan
we are stronger and majestic

The pursuit of life-'an aim' and 'a dream'
never let these two die grim
no history!
if our fathers laze ,die in mystery
each great soul
their perseverance, their courage
their insatiable passion to shine
in the pages of history

if an apple's fall,changed the physics for all
if stepping on moon, opened the cosmos
if serendipity concieved the 'wonder drug'
if insight crafted millions of libraries
if no brutal blow,no cruel fate
could stop them from engraving their name
then why govern you in different way?

blessed you are
with a beautiful mind
with beating heart
worthy hands to write
so fill your dreams
make your own fate!
dye the pages of present
with your presence
let every soul and every other to come
chant you in praises
for giving mankind 'the gift'

so let the brutal fate change its lane
unbowed ! unafraid! you stand
no matter how bleak the things seem
but always be a future 
if you let your present to live!

ignite my friend the flames inside you
finish whatever the 'youth self' dreamt for you
the clock is ticking fast,slipping the sand of time
no time to stand and lament
when there is so much to do!

the pursuit of life-'an aim' and 'a dream'
never let these gems die grim!

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Eternal Sleep

Eternal sleep! cozy and might,
the morning in Eden's bright,
canopy of happiness, sieving joy's light.

Touch of freedom, kiss of esteem
pumping all back , fair redeem! 

Sweet,sweet sleep,
never on this land again, to rise and weep.

Slit on throat, kiss of blade
A garland around the nape,
driven by sorrow,poison in marrow.

Fall to rise,again to wise.
Torn soul soon be knit,
in the new world, perfectly fit.

The path is scary, not the work of fairy
Alas! the only lane,
jigsaw of hatred, blame game.

so erase the life theory, 
create a new story.

But the escape is forever,
Heard of heaven and hell,live never.

Once gone, gone for eternal
no breath again, no beat to mingle.

Though might, thou art full of vice
mislead the weak, to a path bleak.

a slit, not the sole cut of life.
So disperse i should, thick clouds over my sanity would
baffle my mind, Lord! strengthen one more time.

Dear courage you're the guide,
'Eternal sleep' run away and hide.

I'm the man who can build fate,
 can ask the slumber to wait.

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The Little Angel

Quenching my thirst
from the river that would flood
I walked inside the green lush
that was still untouched

loner as i was,vagabond they named
devoured whatever i could,my everyday game
marooned and castaway
stealing and scrapping kept the hunger at bay

I carried my body
away from the town's deputy
under the protection of forest
I uncovered my little heist

the evergrowing growling to shut
with a slice of the bread down my gut
when the dinner was done,the log burnt
pulled onto my face,the filthy vest
I drifted to the slumber's chest

woken me the loud wail
and I lost the sleep's trail
I opened my eyes,saw a little child
innocence so sweet,hide so white
as if the bright day light

like a little angel,a baby born of heaven's womb
fallen down, sitting on his mother's tomb

"be gone thee brat
find a different land
to whimper and wet"
I barked in all might
"be gone little child"

harsh as were my words
deep torn my own heart
blind wished my eyes
to not to see his plight
deaf wished my ears
not another melancholy to hear
algid wished my blood
not with empathy to flood

I turned away my sight
and cursed the world one more time
but the weepings were strong
at once i wished to halt, whatever went wrong

"weep no more, dear child
the world is so full of vice
here!take my day's earn
fill up your tummy
believe me,i can't bring back your mommy"

astonished,he glanced at me once and then twice
stopped his cry,crawled near me like the mice

"I weep not for mother or food
this plight is yours given
The Father is sad seeing you broken
he cast me aside
'cause i was not able to guide
rusted as your soul is
known nothing but to hate and scorn"

"so i relinquished your pace
thought, you were a lost case
and another soul under my wings to keep
I flew up to submit your fate
but He was disappointed
some of thee and some with me
He,the master, never abandons his child
he gave you worthy hands
not to snatch away like rogue's band
he gave you head,studded with mind
to think and answers to find"

"you and me,we both are bound
work hard, sooner or later reward found
today I cast away my ethereal veil
to tell you no matter you fail
never give up,entrain every sail"

then he whispered in my ears
"the braves are rewarded with kindness
mistakes are forgiven
remember! never ever break"
thanking for the bread,he rose in all might
sweet innocent child with wings so bright

pale i was
difference between dream and reality lost
back to the town I fell down
to the sacred ground
and threw the stolen to the hound

and one day I found what I could do
when on the street corner I drew
picture so beautiful as they said
changed my fate
called me gifted mate

so today i sit under a roof
playing with my instincts
and hang on the wall
is "the little angel's fall".

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The Demon's Pendant

Twilight beguiled the light, devoured the day
clambered high he,down from abaddon
to behold his beloved, to avow his love
to fasten his heart in her bosom's warmth

moonlit night it was,
when first time he saw,
she gazed back ,a myth to him
a mortal behold him?
never had he felt that way
his heart melt and sway?

porcelain doll
tamed his soul
the sweet voice,
the innocent eyes
dazzled his mind

for hours they walked,
for days they talked,
drunk in spirits,
strongest the mankind knew
a craze they both named'love'

but words spread,his unholy vows
a new scandal in nether world
"If devil know thy secret game
burn you and the dame in flames"

sad he was,the brutal truth carved
so flew up again,to bid her farewell

awed she stood,
he whispered in her ears,
"O sweet love!
how i crave thee
wish to hold you and flee
but this eternal errand is curse
i'm hell born,
i'm hell raised
our worlds are separate
my touch burns
my kiss could kill
they call me demon, 
your angel of death
a thing you should never awail"

tears stung her eyes and she cried
"why my love you never told?
why that pretentious glow,
that false show,
Alas! too late to let go
you bewitch'd the mind,
charm'd the soul"

impossible their love was,
they knew
no glory in its name
no tale of 'the demon and the dame'
and whispered they together'farewell'

but torn apart he ,his cage
took out the beating flames
poured it in a crimson glass,
a part of his heart
chained it down,
to hang around

"O my love!
a part of me shall always ablaze in thee
amber hot my heart shall always beat
your love shall pour the life 
your love shall keep me alive"

and he fastened it round
resonating with her beat
embraced in her warmth
the flames of his cursed soul
the beat of his hellborn heart,
the blaze of his unpolished soul.

down the hell,the devil yelled
"tainted you're no more fit 
down in dungeon you shall live"

and for years and years he burned 
fathoms deep in dungeon
smiled and glad
his heart beating strong, 
down her neck 
in that crimson pendant!

5/27/2017

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Waiting For You

How long to wait? 
How long to stay?

Countless buds blossomed and withered away
Countless leaves fallen- emerald to auburn dry
Trees burgeoned high, kissed the sky
Spring, summer,autumn, winter and spring again
I count- day's bright and dark night again

The beat had halted long ago
Skin turned pale
Eyes dried up
No breath in my chest
But what to do of my damn soul? 
Thought it would fade away
Bit by bit- a little everyday

Thick rust embraced the metal gate
that separated living from sleeping dead
Plastered bricks , shining paint
Everything crumbled and fell
And i waited to die again

But here i'm sitting on my grave
Longing for your sweet voice; your face
Those bright eyes that professed love
And the warm smile that cheered me up

I never cared for flowers or candles
Don't come near ; don't shed a tear
Just slow down your pace
Whenever you walk in front of those gates