Infinious

When darkness prevails and desolation  ineffable,
All hope ceases to exist, and euphoria seems a distant dream.
Soul is torn asunder, and agony becomes laudable,
And the voice inside turns to a pandemonic scream.

The mind numbing toils, that germinates me insane,
As I discover, the hardships of the clamouring silence,
Menace of the Gods, and the verisitic feign,
Engulfed by rage, and the dead resilience.


I yearn for comfort, and I breathe to fight further.
And I stand there unbowed, waiting for the pain to subside.
The lust to quit, and the decisions that makes me mightier.
I am a warrior of a battle fought and lost inside.

A Genius

A synapse filled with thoughts.
With ideas but race and events.
A beautiful mind, where answers are sought,
Answers of never ending curiosity and rants.

Imagination reaching its peak in solitude,
Secluded from relations, and from altercations.
A smiling exterior in brain's servitude,
A genius that has no avarice but a need of a definition.

All those desires turns to strife,
All those dreams are sacrificed.
To find a meaningful answer of life.
But none of the questions are satisfied.

Suicidal melancholy penetrating a ratified thinking,
But life goes on, only to be mocked by the liking.

Meaningless

Belonging to a world sublime,
A world vacant of merriment, flooded by strife.
Tempted by avarice, deluded by time,
Annihilated by beings, seldom admiring their life.

What men are these Gods,
A deity that transforms into a nemesis?
Demolishing aesthetics, all these mortal Lords.
Coercing the weak, destroying things in pieces.

Amongst the infinite grief, who needs words to write?
Who detests others when they are what they despise!
A meaningless rhyme, a consciousness to fight,
In gregarious solitude, where no one is wise.

A poem more beautiful than a paper left blank,
An imagination fueled by intoxicating seclusion.
Dreaming of happiness, commanding a higher rank,
To laugh quietly through all the pain and reclusion.

A screaming soul, ignored till the end,
To embrace a delusion of love and acceptance.
Searching a cure of curiosity and love of land,
The Gods vouchsafe death to help men reminisce.

The Lost One

The thought endured, it then vanished…
The intellection of which, is though sonic…

Where is that memory, where’d it go?
…Did it vanish somewhere on the go?

I know, time never ceases for anyone…
But why I still remember someone?

That memory is lost somewhere..
I searched, but I can’t find it anywhere…

Why do two converge? If the akin love is meant to be lost…?
I never planned of making that move!

What is trust, What is distrust?
Is it time that turns out to hit the crust…

…To hit the crust.

A Delicate Rhyme

...I'm submerged,images deluging my mind.
...Insanity, hate, passion, love, and I, combined.

All these intimate affairs, and issues, sublime.
...Elicit wisdom, pity and hate of mine.

I want to hope, I want to rely...
...And again in futurity...
...So until the darkness in me is consumed,
Let me trust, the judgement divine.

...And all atheistical me, concludes, at last,
Godly, and venerating signs...
...Such ratification,
for unsung cries of rage in me,
is a delicate rhyme...
...A Delicate Rhyme.

Anymore

There’s no cause for your suspicion
I’d never ask or take from you
Bu in these hours of contrition
How can I mean what I do?

My courage and ambition
I just let it slip right through
With all this pending on a mission
That can only leave me blue

I blur my eyes
I draw the blinds
I yank the sheets up, shut the door
I’m tired of aching
Tired of crying
And I don’t lie here anymore…

Now tremor in submission
When I should just admit it’s true
While we fumble through positions
It’s not me, it isn’t you.

Oh “love is patient
Love is Kind”,
Another world I knew before
I’m not regretfully
Resigned
And I won’t listen anymore…

There’s no cause for your suspicion
I’ve been tried and I’ve been true
But in these hours of contrition
How can I like what I do?

I blur my eyes
I draw the blinds
I yank the sheets up, shut the door
I’m tired of hate
I’m tired of lying
I won’t explain it anymore

“Love is patient,
Love is kind”,
Another world I knew before
You can’t expect me
To rewind
Or to believe you anymore…

Why? : A Poem

Don't push me anymore, Don't hurt me anymore....
I am no longer a toy of yours, don't play with me, Please, No more....

It is painful, and it always will be...
The damn stories of yours, I'm sick of them, A reason, I can't see...

I don't show it, I never evinced you my disappointment...
But what remains is a broken heart, and a mind so faint...

The time with you, An epic lie, however, was my great love feat...
Now All I regret is being me, 'A Life' Unfinished, 'A Poem' Incomplete...

.................

Me And Me : A Poem

I am Cold And Gray...
World's nude today, hardheaded...

I was wrong, So What?
Adding one more experience, in life's cart...

Let's go, find out what's true...
Realism is delusion, a psychotic belief...

There should be me, all me, and myself...
You can Call me mean, call me mingy, or whatever in your view...

I care not, I worry not, I'm overloaded already.
It feels like, I'm deep in ocean, still indigent for water.

Lets go back, Lets think about that time...
When I felt young, I felt raw...
Something outrages me, now, still, like an accidental crime...

What resides now is experience, and some regret.
High hopes, I still try, And I will transmigrate...

Festival Of Colours : A Poem

The festival of color, entailing love, and friendship, is of no importance to a person, who, from inside is not receptive to love.

Numerous seasons passed, but that person, has only a festival to swank, a persona to fake, in this vast colorful move.

Today, Play the festival of color with a person inside you in darkness. May he be exposed to you. Happy Holi.

P.S : God is Good, and merciful. He loves us all. Save Water for a cause.

My Journey : A Last Time

My journey had been all about love...
During this journey I had discovered...
...More and More, How sincerely I loved her...

...And I feel glad, I feel good,
Love, As It Is, ravishing, charming...

...I understand what love actually was.

Its much deeper, much deeper than flaunt hand-holdings, and romanticism...
..It's more than a missing feeling, a cuddled pact, or a diddle...

...Its in the longing, the pure reason,
...Its in the waiting, what we find in desire, and more in passion.

A Passion to do anything for someone...

..Love makes them, The-ME, stand thousand storms...
...For Love makes it worthwhile.

...AFTERALL

The journey, for me, was all about love....