Sunday, June 2, 2013

The beautiful

I pitied when I saw you,
My heart aghast when my eyes looked into yours,
My soul appalled at your very touch,
I forsake God when I met his abhorrent creation.

I looked at you from the corner of my eye,
For hours I gazed and questioned
The mortal sin which bestowed the curse
 You were no princess, no fairy angel.

I saw the lips that could have been ruby red
But smiled in a joy I’ll never know
I saw the eyes that had no sea
But sparkled besides.

To me it felt
You were felony of an age gone by
To me the heart that never content
Bade loathing to the flower.

The shade of the tree in the burning sun
The bird never does ask for green
It goes content by the cool
The mirror, the candle, the illusion.

I looked at you when you smiled
I looked at you when u slept
I looked beneath the dusty skin
I looked at the soul.

The soul ever merciful
The cry compassionate
The tear of joy
The hand of kindness.

I understood then
For I pitied myself
The age would go by
The mirror would finally lie.

The joy shall linger
Empathy follow
Kindness belie God

For you shall love and have a heart.

Ghosts

In a land away from my dreams,
Beyond the fathoms past away in memories;
In the beads of twirling smoke,
Beyond the song without a sensation;
Your nigh.

In a wrinkle on the water,
Beyond the ocean of roué;
In the cloud on a hill,
Beyond the green meadows withering;
Your dreary.

In a heart arctic and meh,
Beyond the ardour of an essence;
In the pain of a lovers severance,
Beyond the ordeal of the angel fallen;
Your marooned.

In a imprisonment of your soul,
Beyond the respite of mercy;
In the dearth of agape love,
Beyond the touch of the spring;
Your solitude.

In a heaven without its wing,
Beyond the lovely tragic thing;
In the ground beneath my feet,
Beyond love that is an opus;
Your ghost.


apart

Closing up to start the war
To let go my heart
A bejeweled tear
A lonely scar

Was asked I to bequeath my heart
To give it for a land afar
The gentle touch on my brow
The warm glow in my heart

For giving was noble, a passion for the rich heart
But a trouble for this lonely heart
To ask away a love
Giving the memory of a kiss ajar

Had asked the empire only pith
Given I would have a pound of my heart
For what did flesh matter
In a game of heart

So, I gave away my life my heart
My only love
My beautiful Rebecca
There was no God, no mighty angel

Had there been a Cain and also Abel
The green eyes that consumed the scar
But love was beautiful
And stood pious
But return shall ye
Answering the call
My beloved, my par
Because beneath your beautiful

Lies my heart, beating in you
The purple dusk of twilight time
Will steal across the meadow of my heart

And will always remind you that we are apart.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Similar

i dnt believe that people are much different from one another, they generally are not, where ever i go, who ever i meet they generally seem similar to one another and y shouldnt they b afterall they come from one. the point of stating the obvious is that i now recognize a certain type of people who have a odd habbit of saying things, i mean they talk ,,,a lot ,,the strange thing is i think i too belong to this category, the funny part is that while i m writing this i do realize that i too belong to this certain category of people and yet due to the similarity between homo sapiens i can infer the conclusion that, well everybody likes to talk, people generally have a lot to say, doesnt matter if someone wants to listen or read what is being said, all that matters is that it needs to be said. i have said it before that human race is peculiar in many ways, like our habit of stating the obvious again and again. recently i had a good thought i say good because it made sense, atleast to me it did , is being a politician like being a manager, i mean managing the people and resources for the betterment or profit, it kinda seems that way i mean every promise that has ever been made on this planet ,of those making a conservative estimate half are broken so even if one promise saying that future will be better in certain leadership is broken it doesnt make a hell lot of difference, that is what the common consensus is. people generally have a feeling that these promises are never kept, but when i thought about it for a long time it made sense to me that the world has become a better place i mean sure there r problems, there always were and there always will b, cant change that, i mean people have tried but its impossible, its like the heisenberg uncertainty principal ,the probability that problems will go away is equal to the probability that next instant my computer will turn into a beautiful girl, but sadly it wont happen, so thinking in general the world is better i mean i like going in metros ,using my fone ,using the internet and other things i do feel that things could be better, but i m happy that they are not worse. so kudos for the politicians cum managers who i think did a gud job, not the best possible job but a good job. you do know that i m referring to all the politicians in the world. i saw a documentary the other day that  selling fear is the new way of making headway, the news channels and politicians live off it ,but i dnt agree, fear works agreed, but what works better are satisfied content people, happy people, or crazy nd in love people but people. Good people. so hoping for things to get further better, until i write again.