Power of Love

I buried her. She came back. I cremated her. Yet she returned. Her phantom is more real than her. I can feel her presence in her absence. My soul wears the fragrant robe of her memory. Five years. Its been five years since she glanced at me. Its been five years since she moved on. Five years since. Since I lowered my eyes in a silent prayer and touched the sky painting a rainbow with my heart. Dark, willful cloud of my intelligence tells me to forget her and breaks my heart into a thousand suns, a thousand brilliant suns blinding my reason. O my little princess, kill me, show some more apathy, have no mercy, disrobe me off my sanity, bathe me in your child like laughter, and cradle me to a greater madness. This madness is my power of love!

Lonesome Tonight

Evening-

I sit sipping my tea

By the window

And strumming

My baby guitar

Singing a new melody

Filling it up with

Words

About

An ambitious

Dreamy girl

Telling her

I’ll wait

Wait for her here

When

A gloom clouds over

My enchanting sky

Where did they come from?

I leave

My home

To walk

Walk alone

In the crowded street

Dusty

And getting

Darker

And darker

By the minute

My mind

A whirlpool

Shadows

From

The past

Ghosts

From

The future

For company

When will they leave me?

DEADNESS

Sleep is miles away

Dreams and I like night and day

The lights go off and on

Darkness to dawn

Crawling lonesome hours

Echoing ghostly towers

Words are strangers

Emotional scavengers

When patience is rich

Wait behaves like a bitch

Nothing is “on the house”

Neither lies nor vows

Moments are empty rooms

Memories-cobweb looms

Loneliness-an archeological dream

Life is afloat beneath the stream

My guitar strums....

My guitar strums on strings of pain

Listen! To the melody of the rain

The heartbeats have fallen silent

A storm rises in my heart again.

Why does love always draw daggers

And take a spin-drive in a hearse?

Laughter evaporates into tears

No matter how well you rehearse!

The song resonates within

The four walls of a nostalgic inn

I sell the past as souvenir

Rolled up in a delicious muffin.

O! this bloodless wreckage!

The ache is the same at any age

Heavier perhaps with

A head full of baggage.

Would Mozart miss a chord

In an orchestra of discord?

My ballad’s been taken in by a twister

Hope you aren’t deaf my Lord? 

I Am

I am good only as a memory

Like-

An old faded photograph

A forgotten song

The leftover of a delicious romance

A childhood bruise

The reminiscence of a holiday

of a year one is unsure of…

The years pass by

I sit by the banks

Time and I

Oblivious of one another

The sun sets

I turn around and see

The sun rise

From the other side

A white balloon glides through the stars

An orange ball rolls by the white lilies

The sky is black

The sky is blue

The sky is white

A lotus blooms

in the waters

seduced by the moon

embraced by a serpent.

The Path

I turn and see a long way, behind


In the distance – a home

I look ahead and see

In the distance- the home



I have traveled

Years and miles

Yet not moved an inch

On the homebound aisle



I remember my fatigues

I cry over my joys

My solitudes, my sorrows

On the path of my choice



Did I have a choice at all?

I wonder as I look ahead

The path has kept me alive

I will arrive home-dead.

just like that

Life is but dribbling Towards the goal Nothing is free To one who has sold his soul To the arms of death A child is born Every moment- a mirage Caught up in a storm.