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...

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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....

A Small Wonder : A Poem

Millions in my mind, Never do I find...
A lover better then you, says my mind.

I love you, And I love you more each day...
The gravity of your love, these words doesn't lay.

The beauty of your love, and your heart.
The strength of our love, in vigilance, will never let us part.

"Love is futile, an otiose effort", All they say...
...But its a bloom for me, never a slay...
...May remain its heyday, is all I pray...

I wonder, how can I find...
A love as beautiful as this, A love of this kind.

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.