The night will pass,
appreciating each other’s
niceties, without telling
what our hearts
desire to say, relay
gratitude and affection
poetic satisfaction
deep reflection
Perhaps shallow
Mind mellows
I stop, recount
dismount passion
humble creation
and you
thousand
colours beacon
of hope and love
is the key
where I be
if not in your heart
Purify soul
Libations on roll
Lose your mind
Conscience blind
Nothing left
Front or behind
Friend or foe
Leave and go
Darkness arrives
Heart is dead
Soul survives
White robes,
Or Black robes,
Caps of crafts
Diamond crusted staffs
Beautiful mosques
Cathedrals grand
Golden temples
Shiny stands
This is Religion
Really?
This is vanity
Human insanity
The one truly matters
Lives in your heart
Want to please him
Better start
From inside
Deep within
Voice begins
It tells the truth
It will not fail
Inside, faith prevails!!
far in the distance, eyes search
no signs of lost love found
foolish heart, optimism abound
when last shred of hope
will be lost, it will die,
soul sighs,
sings to the terminal,
no cure illness,
last beat, stillness….
Soul cries incessantly tears of solitude
I am lost in the wilderness without you
I forgot you in my heart, blinded by faith
The music played on, passion had its death
I danced and danced till blood seeps through my toes
Please have some pity and listen to my woes
My master, my soul, to the last breath
Don’t leave me a comatose soul with no solace
Servant, a slave, a concubine in your palace
Take me in, crush my heart for my deed
Cut my flesh in pieces, revenge tigers to feed
Savagery that will be, only self to blame
Each piece will still call your name
At last at last, my pain will cease
I will die, in absolute tranquility and peace
Life need not to be a prison,
a jail for the dear heart
Wake up, make up and take up
Moments which will be lost
Loving again is easy, forgiving is not
They live happily, why should you rot
Nothing deep, nothing profound
Just a simple, shallow
Thought
Most wonderful creation,
of gods, nature
Believe what you can
beauty in chain
Raise a shallow voice
It is suffice?
For the suffering,
that pain
Then I call it art
Do I really have a heart!!?
One by one,
back aching,
age making,
every inch a furlong
lasting for how long
before every beat, any song,
let’s stop walking,
and witness million hurried steps,
forgetting their time to come
one by one, back aching,
age making, every inch….
and so on, long after you,
you and I are gone
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Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 