CONSPIRACY

O’Luv , if yee and I
Could make fate conspire;
To change the
sorry state of things, entire;
Can we not shatter into pieces ?
And re-mould it to our hearts’ desire…..

“IF EVER BEFORE, NOW
ANY BEAUTY I SAW, DESIRED OR
ADORED : IT WAS “MY LUV” ONLY
DREAM OF THEE”


WOMB

From the same love’s womb we were born
And now we are apart

Great sorrows and sadness
Wrenches my broken heart

Our love, joy and togetherness
Now all buried in past

With ‘Lord’, her creator
In peace and joy she stays

I smile through my tears
For may, it would please her

In one or the other way.


NO RETURN

I often remember the days
Young and gay

But now I’m old
Unfortunately all alone

Now I don’t have her
Who was one truly mine

Something good
Something sublime

But, now I find nothing
In my years of decline

Her goodness, her love
‘cause, its now too, late

And when my turn came to leave
But, I’m not pleased to go

Because now “I” know

I was very and ever wrong
To her, who once to me belonged…..


PAIN

Oh! My love’s luv
See me and my pain


What all you gave me
Is still the same
Me and my pain


Put your shivering palm
On the mortal spot
Where the human heart beats
And cure me or curse me.


Kill me if you please
Or give me some more pain
But destroy me not


Give me my soul,
Give me my love
Whatever you have with you is mine
Smyle, luv or pain…...


I am

I am silent, only by words
But my mind is talking
To ‘You’ and to my own self ‘Me’;


I am still
But the world around is moving
And your thoughts within ‘Me’;


I am quite
But there’s a flood in my eyes
And I fear it may wash away ‘Me’;


I am watching
But there’s no where ‘You’
And all directions full of nothingness and ‘Me’;


I am writing, but not mere writing
And whatsoever I am writing
Is just about ‘You’ and ‘Me’.


WORDS’ EXPRESSED

I wonder that you may ever feel
How sharper, than a serpent’s tooth you were
The power that shook my entire manhood.


I often fear’d thy nature
Too, full of humane milk of kindness
Ah ! So right I was.


Except, but, nothing from me
That I have neither pity, love
Nor fear now.


At the very first sight
Dear How ? Thy changed yeer eyes
That tears, even can’t depart eyes
And my heart aback, took dying sigh.


TRUE WORDS

Life is not age
Years or hours
Its how you feel and live.


Late very late, correctness
Drew our care
But, by then souls were gone
And bodies lay mere.


We all are dreams
Of our little life
Within a sleep.


Soft words when spent is
Poetry
Soothing words in tune is
Music


Life is not bigger than
Our mind.


Life is just nothing than
How or what we think;
The way we perceive
The way we react
This is just what life is.


SHARING

We never shared our love
To each other, nor the secrets
But let is concealed like a
Worm in cocoon

Though, pin’ed our thoughts
But we sat like patience
On an old monument
Smiling in self-grief

Ah! We would have shared few…..



MINISTER

I can’t now minister my
Mind diseased

Or pluck from memory
My rooted cause of sorrow

Nor, even ‘raze the written pains
That not fate, but you wrote

Or cleanse my stuffed triange,
Off, thy gifted perilous stuff,

Which weighs upon my soul.




‘CALL YOUR MEMOIR BACK’

What is this thing
Appeared again tonight?

My peace broke and
Broke me in piece’
When it comes again;

To harrow me with fear and wonder
Oh! Call your memoir back
Call your memoir back.



MINGLE NOT

Dear, mingle not
My deep-felt sighs or groans
My descripting gay with
Comparisons quaint;

Mingle not
Flowery far-fetched thoughts
With my realities
Passion with conceit or witty woes

Mingle not
My expressions with speech
Or my silence with words
Dear, I beg, mingle not

Mingle not
‘Me’ and ‘You’, into one
Proceed no further in this business
Mingling would destroy us two.