Darkness at noon!

Day dreams and milky moonlights;
Meandering brooks and forest shades;
Sylvan hills and golden glades,
Whispering streams and sunny vales;
Billowing beaches and cool coffee bars…
Times were fleeting on swift foot.
Every merry moment has to cease one day...

Far away from the shades of trees,
And chirping voices of fairies around the campus,
Coiled up in the recess of a quiet day;
In solitude, in the company of the sun’s heat.
The monotony carves away the sap of the heart.
The separation creates scorching heat
That of a mid-noon sun, in and around.
Fingers that held fingers have slithered;
Desolate days are like loud moaning in wilderness.
Forlorn, forsaken, abandoned feelings resurrect!
Like the earth’s first love affair...

When was the first desertion?
Who could have made it?
The lover or the loved one?
How many frustrated lovers and for how long
Have out grown the pain?
How many survived?
Frustration and the anguish after
Desertion, is always the other side of the coin.
Both are intoxicating and thrilling;
Both are exhilarating and stupefying.
That is the game of Cupid!

Forlorn memoirs…

Your mind learned lessons of Love;
Does that love, induce an ecstasy in you?
Your mind yearned for the desires to come true.
Are you content now, having attained your dreams?
Your laughter contended with flowers;
You filled me with nectar, from your lips
A thousand rebirths fled away from my soul.
Beads of perspiration on your breast,
Changed into a pearl necklace, for me.
Your love was never blemished with lust;
It was a transcendental euphoria
In the inner temple of the soul;
An evolution of cherished dreams,
Which flowered in our past re-births.

Dreams, still unwilling to fade away are
Broken platters, of the unforgetting mind...
You have become a woeful reminiscence
Bawling in desolation, inside me…

Conquest…

“Dearest! What makes you to conceive
That grief is alluring, and sweet to taste?”

“I feel I am more beautiful when I immerse
In grief and douse my face in tears.”

“Why don’t you hate or despise those,
Who believe, they are your foes
And disparage you with indignation?”

“In life, I have been wrestling with my enemies,
Invoking their prowess, into my psyche’s brawn.
And have made myself into a chivalrous warrior.
They do not deserve to be abhorred, and detested,
But adhered and adored as treasures, because
They always give their strength to me”

“What makes you prefer darkness over radiance?”

“Because, what I envisage in the light
Is the disgusting effrontery of truth.
In darkness, I see the enchanting dreams,
Incited by immortal and pleasant emotions.

“Why you keep solitude as your soul-mate?”

“I realize how charming I am, in my loneliness and seclusion.
And perceive the heart-touch of the Creator, on my indelible wounds.”