I wrote this for my immature crush...7 years ago..

First crush.

In middle of night,

In the mid of summer,
In the chilling winter,
In the fading autumn,
In the fresh spring,
I always remember you,
As a stranger you appeared,
As my love you disappeared.
Stood in queue for you….
And I am still living with your memory.
A memory that haunts me all day long
But I believe you will one day be mine.

The fading Shangri-La

Breakthrough of laughter marking sheer joy,
Why disguise in the holy form,
When all is to fall upon as a toy.
Not a single storm arose, perfectly it matched the norm.
Sacrilege act of today, drives away all patriotic soul,
The soul that once stood as a shield.
Seems like the sacrifice wasn't for a long- haul,
Hypocrite stands in queue, receiving sweat less yield.
The wise shall witness the raging fire,
The fire that sets no political paradigm to fit,
Instead, heads towards marking the period dire.
All revealed as hoax promises done with their wit,
Foolishly we placed our hand on the unknown play,
Now we watch the last Shangri-La fade on its way.

 

The man of darkness.

So far the goal seem,

Yet hunger comes with each meal.

Patience becomes the curse,

Hope a duping star.

When will the horse kick?

When will the crane dance?

It’s all dreams to be dreamt.

Rains join the river,

Raising ego within.

The sufferers ready to suffer,

The believer ready to believe.

Appears as an amiable guardian,

The solemn oath yet to be burned.

The legends rest in their tomb,

In lieu of exposing and exploding.

Surviving myth is paraphrased,

Facade promises brightens the heart.

Yet the prayer still remains,

May the judicious sun prevail.

Out casting the man of darkness.

Conclusion withheld.

The unfolding of myths,

Intimate access to the future

I ought to gain enlightenment

Wisdom or curiosity?

Being bias in favor of wisdom,

Triggers insanity,

Cliche it is to hold onto wisdom.

Curiosity never to alter,

Setting paradigm of greatness,

Easy as it sounds,

Enough for one to lose his perception.

23 years faded,

So far failed to conclude.

All in hand is just a glean on life.

Today I fall with words of my own,

Never to rise till dawn introduces me the truth.

If blood oozes white god shall be my advocate,

Swearing never to stab my back.

The prayers never flow,

Always humble as thoughts.

Under gods watch I close my eye…..