You Be The World

Lets Grow Together
Then The World
Would Be With Us.

You Hold My Palm
I Would Yours
Together We Would
Realise The Dreams
Of The World.

You Could Be A Woman
And I May Be a Man
Together We Would
Make A World.

You May Know Me
And May Not
But We Have To Be
Together For The Cause of
The World.

Farewell

Life Changeth Here For Me
As You Step Out To The Oblivion
In Search Of A New God
And I Look Helpless And Staggering
At My Feet,
And Hands Trembling As The Truth Dawns.

You Have To Go Like
Everyone And Everything
Ephemeral.
But As You Go, Just Let Me Beseech
You To Give Ears To My Few
Smattering Murmurs Of Prayer
That Ask Of You To Leave Behind
Some Memories of Afore Rains
For Me To Live With The Mirage Of You.

Changing Fragrance Of You And Me

I See In You
Many Things Which
I Cannot Tell.
Some Motley Good That Made You
Leads Me Astray To Somewhere
I Cannot Tell.
The Comfort Of Your Company
The Solace Of Your Thoughts
Gives Me A Thousand Salvation
Each Time I See You
I Just Cannot Tell.

The Good God

Go The Way The Wind Goes
Eager As You Are To
Embark On A New Relationship;
Tiresome and Long
Is The Road To The New Haven
Kind You Be To Whom You Go
As He Just Knows The Good And The God In You.

Silence

Sired By Chuckle-Headed
And Beautiful She Is:
Bites She Too Often
Stings Her Sweet Poison.
Silence That She Is
And Coveted By All;
Smiles She Gently
Seeing Suitors Fall.

Panegyric

Twain Were You
Two A Moment
Ago;
Now Massed
Into A Couple
One;
Celestial Joys
Know No Bounds
For It's Union
Of Long-Lost
Hearts.

It's Not Yours

His Destiny Is Not Yours
Still You Want A Share;
I Know, But Still
Want To Partake Yours,
And Why Should You
Et All Say No!

A Thing

Costly Thing She Is,
Don't Aspire;
And One Who Says
She Is For Men Made
Is A Liar.
Woman! She Is
Woefully Admire;
She Will Be His
Who Wallows In
Wealthy Mire.

Cold Hopes

Congealed Blood Runs In
Myriad Veins
And Makes A Body Live On
Cold Hopes.
Survives Thus A Life Forlorn
As Trusted Death Too Belied Rendezvous.

Agony

Sweet-Tongued Friends
Change Like Seasons
To Lick My Blood
And Make It Thin.
Eyes Mine Veiled
And Ears Plugged
They Rule My Soul
And Lead Me Wrong.
Mercy! Mercy! Voice Lost Too
No More Tears To Wash Off Sorrows
Horror Writ Stories Left In Bone Marrows.

Dungeon

Canopy Of A Seared Skin
Faggot Of Hoary Bones
A Soul Flutters
Too Often In A
Dungeon Of No Hope.

Flickering Flame Of Love

Love Is A Flame
Which Flickers
Everytime Only To
Die A Premature Death
At The Hands Of A Forceful Wind.

Shadow

Entwined Into Me
Against My Wishes
Now A Relation Made
Hard To Untangle.
Ubiquitous, Endowed With
Trustworthy Characteristics
She Follows Me In The
Thick And Thin.
Be It Inclement Sneers
Or Unfavourable Sniggers
My Shadow Hides The Jilt Life
Like A Frill That Beautifies A Tattered Cloak.

Abounding Love

Borrowed Halo For You Wisdom Mark
Yet The Discerning See Crow From Lark
Glib You Talk But Fool Not All
Wait For Naives Who Sprout Every Pre-Fall.
Love Abstract But The Market Abounds
Every Finger Reaped And Found
Plagues Hearts Of Even Fools
The Flood Of Love Confounds.

Deaf Beau

Dumb World And Deaf Beau
Fading Thoughts Pale My Hue;
An Unfavouring Dame
Shorn Of Shame
Liberally Dotes To Earn Fame.
Mellowed By Age
Brimful Of Rage;
Dampens Hearts
With Coquettish Art.

Good Times Together

I Loved A Pretty Dame;

Uncommon!

So Different

In Her Make.

Coy At Times,

Flippant Sometimes;

A Moment Yet

To Surpass That Betimes.

Nimble Hands Which Once I Clasped

Oh!

The Days Of Yore Should

So Soon Elapse.

Life Forfeited

Two Bodies In Their
Moment of Ecstacy
Brought Into Being
A Wholesome Nothing.
High Aims Set While
In Gestation
All Ended Up
In Frustration
Out Once From Nine Months Captivity
He Chose A Life
Full Of Merry And Festivity.

Lips

When I Feel Lonely
I'M Driven To That Pair
Of Pettaled Lips Where
I Get My Honey Of Life.
In The Dreariness Of Life, A
Seamier Side Very Much
Wearing A Semblance Of A
Living Death,
The Two, A Boon To Me,
Becomes Dovels In An
Otherwise Holed Life.
When Life Nursed On Hopes
Flounders No Ends In The
Sea Of Loneliness.
The Lips Sometimes Open
Like A Chute Walking Me
To Safety,
And At Times A Proverbial
Straw Foisting Me On The Shore.

Life And Death

Suffering Is The Jewel
Of Life
While The Tranquillity
In Death Is An Intolerable
Torture.
Still Death Is Endearing
For It's
The Shade That Drapes
The Myth Of Life.
Death Is More To
Be Pitied For It Never Lived;
While Life
Lives And Dies.

When You Were Away

Nobody Missed You;
Me The Last One To.
Your Fragrance Which
Oft Had Impregnated The
Air
Would Do So My Thoughts Now.
I Never Lost Much As I Had
The Thought of Your Company To Keep
Poor Were They Who Were Bereft
Of Your Company And You.
But It Was So Much So Good For Me
Not Your Going But The Chance
To See The Envied Ones Go
Loafing And Foaming At Mouth
They Had Little To Do.
No Talks. Who Would Listen To Them.
And That Too When The Talkative Talker Was
Away.

Beauty Unveiled

Transient Beauty Is An Eternal Truth
But She Dwells In a Fanciful World
Her Magical Face Can Suffuse
Watching Eyes With Illusions
Her Petalled Lips Bait With Ecstasy
But Eyes Reflect Her Anxiety
Hangs Tongue So Crisp on Promises
Tucked Ears Stand To Live On Praises.
Endowed With Hands So Purposeful To Hold
All Her Dear Ones In A Way Bold
Tight Clenched Hands Loosened Fast
Blame Her Not As They Can Never Last.
Satanic Ingredients All Guised Humble
Every Strut She Takes Intends To Tumble
Spite Has Haven In Her Smiles
Comes Professed Truth Once In A While.
Bracketted Eye When Distil Tears
It Does All Men's Hearts Wear
Love Made Unto Her She Says
Blushes She When Sees Men Falling Her Ways.

Life-Giving Sorrow

When I Was New
Pain Unknown But Fast Grew
Caused Me To Complain
To A Lot And A Few.
I Thought I'll Tell
God Of ALL My Troubles
When I Go, Now
It Seems A Fraud
And Nothing More.
Pain Is Loved And Too
Much To Be Left Alone,
I Want More And
As Much More.
Some Tears I Ask That Alone,
Can Some Lend Or I
Borrow,
For, I Need Them To
Nurture The Life-Giving Sorrow.

The Changed World

When The World Wakes Up
Tomorrow To The Beckoning Of
A New Dawn
A Handful of Love I
Would Have To Offer It
For The Hating I Did So Long.
The World Of Yesterday
That Only Refused To
Wake Up To My Earnest Call
And Failed Persistently To
Acknowledge My Existence To Date
Promises To Rise For Me Newly-Adorned.
The Bad Which Was Never There
And Good That Will Never Be Born
Did Not And Yet Had Undergone Many Form;
All In A Jaundiced Eye And A
Sight Infernally Charmed.

The Dirge For A Stranger

Lets Walk Not Much But
A Few Trifle Steps Away
Hand in Hand In The Silence
Of The Meadows.
Lets Be Partners In The
Joy of Silence And Beget
Some More And
If Possible Some More
Silence For Tomorrow.
In Silence Let Us Listen
All That We Talk And
Had Talked; In Silence
Lets Live And Die.
Let Silence Be Witness
And Silent Be The Dirge
For The Stranger
Had No Hand To Hold.