Saturday, November 03, 2007

BLEEDING HEART





Dark dreams, screaming night, horrorfic times and all my frights.
They all are here, they all come true and they don’t go out of my sight.


I am scared, I want to run, run away so far, and never want to come back.
And I know my life won’t be same again and will run on a total different track.


Sometimes I dream, I am sitting near a grave alone, and crying, sobbing.
It’s my grave; I can see my name on it and can feel, inside my heart, still beating.


And I know, nobody will help me, to come out of it and to breathe again
And I wake up in my bed, sweating and shivering, feeling I m insane.


I want to die so badly and I can see death dodging around me, teasing me.
I am calling her to take me away from this wretched life and set me free.


May be as an eagle, flying around, over a lone n lifeless desert.
As I am still carrying it inside me, my BLEEDING HEART.

Cherised Injuries





It’s hard to mend those bruises of the heart.
Those wounds which almost tore it apart.

The deep cuts in my mind still make me cry.
Gashes of love are so alive, it will never dry.

In sweet slow breeze those wounds burn.
How to heal them, I never could learn.

They keep me awake in cold, dark nights.
All the memories of pain, hidden out of lights.

Now tears are dried in my eyes, only furies
I keep them now, as my CHERISED INJURIES.

Making Love











I left her alone, that night, she was weeping on the bed.
Her voice was still ringing, each and every word she said.


How she held me, kissed me and made me feel her.
How she blinked so cutely and whispered in my ear.


“I am yours, only yours, and I love you”, she muttered.
And I felt her soft touch in every of my body part.


It’s been a year or so when I found her on the shore of the bay.
She was gazing at the sea, as if she’s standing there all long day.


I stood next to her quietly, kissed and looked at her.
Oh! I could say she was waiting for me all this year.


That night, was again a night of love and lust.
No way could it be over, so early so fast.


I started from her lips and ended kissing her toes.
Her soft curves made me forget all my woes.


Those erect mountains felt so nice and warm.
Her deep navel made my manhood so firm.


I explored her mysterious part hidden in her thighs.
And once again it took us both into all new highs.


Again we were merged into each other as if like forever.
I was feeling so good, as I buried deep down into her.


After a long, I found myself in her arms, so drained.
She kissed my lips and said, “Don’t you ever leave me again”.



SYMBOL OF SEXUALITY


Naked lies, stripped souls and dirty secrets.
Closest encounter of nasty little facts.



Of all good masks beneath have ugly faces.
Like, behind all closed lips smiles have ugly braces.




Innocent face can not hide the cruelty of eyes.
And every poor soul knows too much, he dies.




Betrayal of love, murder of faith and rape of trust.
Every act and every move only deserve disgust.




So much of hatred and so much of fear.
When you discover a devil inside your dear.




Wound for care, hurt for affection and sorrows for love.
Screaming with joy, watching a bleeding dove.




I am the god of lust, hate, pain and cruelty.
In this new world, I am the SYMBOL OF SEXUALITY.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


INDIA

INDIA, some say the golden bird, some say the diamond of the world
Some say the land of mystery which has a glory to behold.

Some say it’s the land of love, the place of honour and respect.
And others say the tale of war, betrayal and all shamefull facts.

Foreigners see it as the land magic, land of the dark powers
Land of testy fruits and nameless colourfull flowers.

Wise men say it’s the land of wisdom, knowledge and intelligence.
Which has a history of cruelty, treachery and avenge.

Every guest sees this strangely beautiful country with awe.
And they always remember the grogginess and the beauty they saw.

Biggest democracy, bigger population, bigger territory and big militia.
This is my beloved country, my sweet motherland, INDIA.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

A meeting with my death


I was sitting alone, it was dark and cold.
I could hear it was raining, could hear the wet leaves.
They were murmuring, saying some stories untold.
Stories of brutal pain, stories of helpless grief.

My eyes were closed still I could feel the darkness.
Could hear the rain drops, falling and falling.
Seemed like I was a leaf, could feel the drops on my face.
And a strange tone out there somewhere, calling and calling.

She was calling my name, asking me to follow her.
There in the woods, where the trees are staring at me.
And in the light of thunder I’ve seen her standing not so far.
In front of the woods, with her hair open, yes it was she.

That beautiful divine face and those shining eyes.
Smiling, as if saying “on me you can keep upon your faith”.
And I asked, “Who are you? Are you mine?”, and she cried.
Said “yes I am yours, yes I am the death”.