FYI

It's just an fyi for you all guys... i just gathered a bit of my crazy courage to inform you cordially that...i just thoght to make this blog a bit versatile for you all. i told myself,,,,,,,why only poems...Let's squeeze what ever my brain is thinking and smash it on this page... so my beloved friends...please bear the pain of being with my thoughts....
Hence, from now on i will try to post prose, poetry, sayings, articles whatever comes to my mind... please be with me...till the end

Adieu...

WHEN YOU ARE GONE

After that day you know,
the stiff wind, more stiffer it became.
after that shiny soft snow,
veiled you, and so as your name.

but have you???
then why in my dreams, you come.
so near my closed eyes, you roam.
making me to think, i never thought.
teaching me to dote, i doted not.

but amongst the darkest clouds,
i wish the sky to moan.
shouting against the lightening,
hoping you to come.
this is what my hands feel,
wiping out my tears, so hot.
when you are gone.

My Mystic Marrow

I just can't invade your soul anymore
nor your stupefying charms,
neither i can convoy in your dreams
nor in my cosy arms.

Oh God thou must be deeming,
this buddy, surely a freak ,
and yes, so am i ,
a bit maniac,
a laughing stock to mimic.

but judge my marrow almighty,
thou willst keen to discover.
it is wise to be a lunatic,
than a bully traitor.

and so was she,
differs from me,
as a bit counter and reverse.
not a stupid freak to trust,
but a bloody traitor to curse.

then give me thy voice almighty,
is it my flaw ?
to be a freak in my notion.
or yours ?
for conjuring marrowless creation.

A Journey to Darkness

My urge for a risky voyage
get intensely once swelled,
for the most chancy palace
with a blushing glamourous shade

i slept and dreamt that night
about that chancy glamourous voyage,
where everything is reddish black
with a slender human image.

the image beckoned me
and made me to obey through my dream,
i entered to that dark dome
which was terrific and panicly grim.

But lo !
neither the image did stop
nor it spinned towards my face,
as it has hypnotised me
and piloting to an anonymous place.

but i saw you at last,
when you turned aside,
your beauty dazzled the schloss
and then all became bonafide.

Oh ! It was not a basilica
neither a treacherous goal,
but it was my own heart
comprising YOUR peerless soul.

The Boy Who Loved

The heart speaks at last,
silent mysteries unsolved.
oh!that can unveil the veiled,
and that too of "the boy who loved."

for tear,that silently speaks,
for fear,that nobody seeks,
for you,the love it shows,
for me,it calmly goes.

this is what my heart says,
and it silently confess.
this is not the boy who knows...
it is a manly business.

MY CONFESSION

If i mint a memento
with the glitters of games and gold,
not to jug your memory
but to make your relics offload.
i must grub then the walls,
with the words brightly poked,
like all that glitters can never be gold.

what ever your retort will be,
even my soul defies to care.
let the nature perceive
what a traitor deserves a satire.

Oh...Angel...
be keen on shaping full human being
not that without core,
or be alert for a core less earth
heralding the mementos of deplore.

Freaky eyes...

I saw the new moon,
oh! i wish to freeze my eyes.
missed the most, are those missed tunes
and those useless sighs.
But the worst happened.
the moon saw me seeing.