APPETITE OF THE GRAVE

My heart is a grave,
Waiting for the dead,
Even welcomes, tears to be shed,
Those conscious in the gloomy state.
Lying on a dying bed,
All life, minute and great,
Everything hop in,
Through its Aperturing gate.
Funeral Celebrant are in its veins,
Slowly moves in parade,
Each one forlorn,
Each one betrayed,
Each one wretched,
With their own regret.
With the broken vows,
And the sweetest hate,
Fights the battle,
Triumphs, the death.

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CROWNED HEAD

I am threatened by a monster,
Not the one with horns on his head,
But one with dangerous ideas,
One who has utmost hate.
Not the one with claws,
But one with the sinful hand,
Unbound by rules and laws.
Not the one with extremely long limbs,
But long enough to chase me down,
And destroy all my dreams.
Not one with deep dark eyes,
But with eyes holding dark intentions,
A devil in human disguise.
Not one with fangs,
But drinks my blood and hardships,
I feel those sharp pangs.
Not from the underworld,
One who looks just like me,
His tales are not unheard,
Human, our lord, ruling us with cruelty.

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AMID THE MIST

May be no longer, I can hold,
May be I am letting it go,
May be I'm burying myself into snow,
May be I'm covering myself with thick mist,
So that people would not know,
That I am broken and Crippled,
Crawling to and fro.
May be I have digged myself enough,
And found nothing but my heart hollow,
In one of the corner, stale blood,
Waiting for its lover,
who have flown like the swallow,
Until now, not dead,
With the hope, that she will return one day.
May be I am preserving her warm nest,
Awning myself, amid the mist.

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PROPHECY

The day will soon come,
When the sun won't shine,
The sea won't be saline,
One will witness, the power of divine.

The world will fall,
The love will fade,
The king's power dead,
And the tales unsaid.

People will blame God,
Song won't be sang by bird,
There will be hues and cries,
For who won't be anymore alive

New world will be built,
In the eyes of heaven,
Everyone will be forgotten,
But there will be few legend.

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THE GENTLEMEN OF PARADISE

One with the sharpest sword,
Standing over the dead,
With his aggression and pride,
Glorifying his bloodlust blade.
Blood of innocent beings,
Indicating homely threat.
There the one who spoke,
Are being executed, behead

They are the honoured men,
Who controls the government,
And the subject are their servant.
Inside the temple, their sin, rise,
Around the palace, them and their vice,
They are the gentlemen of Paradise.

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FREE WITH YOU

When the world mistrust me,
Terming me as mystery,
Without knowing my miseries,
You come, and wait for me,
I will be free with thee.

Take me with you into deep dark sky,
Where you are alone among those stars,
Sweet lonely moon, there I will fly,
No matter, you stay that far,
I need to be free with you.

Your face is sad
It is nearly a dawn,
We must depart, as the lovers had,
Although I will keep loving you,
As always I had....

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NoN-LoVER

I have seen the immortals dying,
I have seen the justice lying,
Seen the deadliest weapon flying,
I have heard the orphans crying,
Heard the bird singing mourning song,
Seen the colourless flowers long gone,
Seen the pandemic Making street empty,
So could I be;
A non-lover, a soulless dead body?

There in the wood,
Standing a lonely tree,
Please don't love me,
I am the one hurting thee,
My axe makes you bleed,
My actions shows my greed,
I am a non-lover;
A heartless dead body....

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REDEMPTION

I may never be able to complete you,
You may never be read,
Written on unknown page of my closed dairy,
Always stuck inside my head.

No one may know your existence,
So may be no soul understands you,
And when I meet my end,
You may also be in blue.

I may never introduce you,
You may remain half and pure,
You want your redemption,
Yet I am still unsure.

If word could explain the pain in my heart,
If your verses promise to heal me,
I will try to free you,
Although I am a prisoner of same feeling.

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AWAY FOR CHRISTMAS

Stomping feet,
Marching out of the dormitory,
Singing the Carol song.

Joyous kids,
Singing and dancing around the Christmas tree,
With the jingle bell ‘Ding Dong'.

From here, I can see,
I can hear, I can feel,
The blessing in the air,
Reincarnation from despair.

Solemnly I miss all ,
Presence of dearest homely wall.
Here I am for my future unknown,
But soon I will be back my sweet home

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Her First Attempt (1953)

Month of August,
crawling under the front porch
Taking sleeping pills,
Intending to self-kill.

Had she not done it before?
May be those were not so extreme,
Nearly crossing the living river,
Saying good life, good bye forever.

May be the death of an entomologist,
Threw her into eternal grief,
Dragged her to numerous therapy,
Dried her out of sweetest melody.

We would not get Ariel
Neither the collection of emotions in poetry,
If she had collapsed,
Alas, later she did, before her time elapsed.

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