The Gravity Of You : A Poem

Squinched eyes at the horizon which swallowed more cars and trucks and scooters in a cerise daze of crepuscule.

I recollect, even today, It was so fulminant and subtle, her proclamation. A procolamation about me, of my kind.

…And I’m speechless, no more a brand. I’m a old man, a fool, and silent.
I opt to be in solitude with my comport- self. Not a foolish anymore, no more violent.

Yes, I am lonely, and poor and I go through Sunday Night insomnia.
In formation of law of casuality, I live my code, my fear, and mania.

I am my own self, not a rebellion, not a pariah.
...world’s infelicitous remarks, their acrimony is a stigma upon Freya.

I is a wayfarer, in a life, a threatening malady…
…A God, I connote, must not forgive if it’s my infidelity.

Life is a thought experiment and I cannot conceive an idea pregnant with love’s measurable distortions…
For a loss is unjust, variable is agony, world is a mercenary enterprise, no sight of caution.

…There is no sight of Caution.

A Poem

After Centuries Of Anarchy And Chaos...
After eyeing at last hope...
I allow the killing rays to let thoughts blob.

Tears threatened, burning my eyes..
I'm trying, I'm trying to hold my rogue, to hold my cries.
...For I believe in Deity, I trust the words of priest.

Evidently, I will pass, I will perish in time.
...But My Words Will Revive.
My Words Will Resurrect - To Shine in Time.

A New You : A Poem

...And She Left.
...No Me Without You.
...Life's Now Out Of Queue.
...Great expectations...and a hazy view.
...Parts of Me and a broken hue.
...Quenching Myself For A New You!
...A New You....

The Last Memory : A Poem

...What Men Or Gods Are These?

What made exaltation..?

I have known men to hazard their fortunes...

... I have experienced how perfidy lactates pain...

I heard a time in life, where there is no love , there is no aim..no gain...

I have experienced the wonders of love...how it germinates me insane....

I have realized the sinking "MAYBE THIS TIME"

I've given up now , let it go..its fine!

Time is the inexplicable raw material of healing....

It amuses me not that its rather a killing of feeling...

Time Changes...So does life!

What about the love amixed with strife!

I have known the people in life who satirize me as a walking arena.

Oh! How do i tell them that such caustic remarks are transforming me in unagitated serene!

Let The Flames of hell consume me forever....

I know their lies a better gain then love and civilized sane...

There lies the better gain!

Fundamentals Of Life : A Poem

Everyone is given a single life.
Many choose to be laggard,
A few outlast to be a wizard.

Abberating to a painful life,
Of sticklers who have gales
Of thoughts in their minds,
Some become audacit, some become bale.

A frantic scream, scattering despotic thoughts,
Exonerating myself from their impudence.
This world is neither good nor evil,
every person manufactures a world for himself.


P.S.: This is first poem i've ever written. Apologies for any mistake or ambiguos conclusion/meaning.