Nights in white satin

Nights in white satin,
Never seem to end.
Letters are written,
Never meant to send.
On the terrace of house,
In the company of companion of night,
Watching the steady stars
And the ivory moon in flight.

From infatuation slowly,
True love did grow,
My heart with many,
Joyful thoughts did glow.
Solitariness of sky,
No more resided my soul-
Ceaseless benevolence and life did flow !

The screen of stars,
Of unclouded unconsciousness did seem
And as clouds parted-
My thy did beem,
Fool was I to write endless letters to Him,
Besides always He was,
Taking care of me.

September'2004

Gone

I can see his empty chair,
Where he played his pipe for long hours
And as if he himself is rising,
In the smoke, in the brightness of star.

As I see, I rush to find-
Neither smoke nor he is behind
And soon to my senses I do realise,
Another dream I wished was mine.

I decided again, the hundredth time,
To strongly behold the blessed life
But heart of hearts I did believe,
What may I try or plea -

I can't stop the night to give
That soul to his faded memory,
And another tear to my glee.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow would be quiet,
Fragile yet subdued and shy
Disparate shards of life
Knit together by pain and loss
Numbness letting it pass by.

Tomorrow my heart would
Be one step closer to behold -
Stillness of dreams,
Solitariness of forever,
Uncanniness of soul -
Ah, I would not remember.

Tomorrow, my lips would unfold
Shed that blissful smile
Tomorrow I would redeem
As I peacefully lie......

I will live my eternity, as a tear in you eye !

Dec'13

Wash Away

Don't dry away too soon,
The solitude still resides my heart
Find a place in my soul,
Where it shall be just us two!

That open wound looks upto you,
To leave my eyes and kiss my lips
Wash away that  pain with you,
As you slowly slide by.

Weak and crumbling, falling apart,
Yes I am scared, they don't care
Yes I am strong, yet you I behold,
Stay, just be there... !


11th Nov'2013

His Voice

A lost essence in the passage of time
Perhaps thy conscience or a voice-
Washed and worn, over and over
Good and evil, Traversed all
No heaven or hell that I belong.

Draped in darkness for aeons in time
Desolated, to live or to die
Dwelled in hollows: confined
To bear the grief, but to shine
I refute!

No answers that one may seek
I behold and thee shall find
Underneath the skin, obscurity defined
Neither supremacy nor any peace:
Glaring cold, in thy veins - it bleeds!

If I could I would stand and laugh,
For thy innocence expects me to rise
To preserve whom that made me destroy
You are the object I most despise
Impaling me over and over in time!

What magic could I ever confine-
Am shackled another's grief to pine.