Silent Noise

Silly it may sound,

Loaning just one pound?

Own just one acre of land?

When we are slaves to money land?

Love and flying seems unreal.

You will be the only deal.

Covering His horns,

Lamenting her newborns.

Abdicating her soul,

Penance ate her whole.

Trying to wake up here ,

Hypnotised by fear,

Redeeming pain.

Irritation rain.

Clear as sky,

Everyone you love will die.

The Wait

 The wait 

The wait to see you , an atrocity.

Give up ,go home , the audacity .

To make me your rose

Keep in a book or prose .

To make memories

Take mental photos and stories.

See your face with or without eyes.

Never to say goodbyes.

Feel you, know you.

Hear you laugh , be your beau.

To take the wheel

Journey together even in one heel.

To can’t take you off my mind.

To fix my eyes upon you and be kind,

To your soul.

As we grow old.

The Doctrine

 Like a fish out of water 

I restlessly switch sides 

Trying to free my self , a barter.

Like a freedom fighter’s strides.

Death doesn’t part us

It brings us together.

The only raw truth that hurts us.

Giving life meaning , the last air.

Failures teach us more

Than teachers and family or friends.

A chance , an opportunity ,a door.

Success is still ,a point , not hairpin bends.

Ignorance becomes power.

Partiality and hate is rewarded.

A soldier marries the war.

Can’t live with or without it. Martyred.

Odd One Out

Confusion of gender.

The kid was cursed forever.

Neither he or she.

Santosh’s birthday parties? Never.

Schooled until 5th standard.

Santosh caged at home .away

From pupil and friends.

The child with its reflection, did play.

Every passing minute

Of every passing day.

Felt like an eternity.

In a suicidal dungeon , lay!

Santosh was counting down.

Misery transformed into loneliness.

All pilot and astronaut dreams were

Like castles in the air, without happiness.

Virtual reality saved embarrassment.

Working as a ghost writer.

But with decades of harassment.

A rope and a fan, a defeated fighter.

My Sacrifice

Truth from a half-remembered dream
Hearing chuckles with some ice cream.
Eerie fall from the sixth floor.

Margin of error too small at four.
A mistake by the wife
New kid lost by life.

When she didn't notice.
He couldn't not be nice.
Only the devil laughed.

Grinding life from air
All in vain , a dead heir.
Veterans couldn't predict.
End of family, succinct.

Earmarking a change from the court.
Verdict of false guilt.injustice's fort.
Eclectically framed by the morning spouse.
Rejected by society , sorrow was the son of the house.
Yet , mute, he walked away faceless.

Time for prison , ironically full of fearlessness.
He didn't give in to quarrel or demand.
I have to give , give and give, he took this stand.
No hope could be seen.
Gladly he signed, end of the scene.

Alternately he now lived in the highest cloud.
With everything donated, vowed.
And every organ had the touch of the knife.
Yes, death gave birth to life.

Be careful what you wish for

This story is timeless.

A hunger for knowledge, boundless.

To attach moments of joy by a string.

You could see garlands of riches and gold rings.

Pain may be short-lived and be full of rust.

Fear of failure like piles of saw dust.

Discipline is the only solution as a dart.

It’s like the craft will only become art.

Consistency is the key to the sea or pond.

To all happiness above and beyond.

Irregularity of all are devil’s works.

Fake fame overpowers the jerks.

Even after countless rejections and failures to every bard.

Soldiering on, is the only way forward.

Upwards and onwards.

Or downwards if you are a minor or a half-yard.

Happiness is another myth and sorrowful.

Pleasure is heart full.

Consider them the same.

A truly wrong road ahead and no one to blame.

Choosing the right path

It’s not like tossing a coin for a bath.

But being accurate and quick.

You can be richest but loneliest and sick.

The Way

Like a tide
Her Body would wave.
Sounds of pleasure.
Personifying a rave.

Bodily current and ecstasy.
Thrusting of Pate.
Grabbing the sheets of desire.
Completing the eternal mate.

Love has only one language.
Of moans and whispers.
Amplifying energy into a ball.
Indefatigable efforts and wet lispers.

One moment, that's all it takes.
That's all it needs.
Quantification is impossible.
And over power , she feeds!!!