She's Gone.- Singye's story.

I cry myself to sleep every night,

My drenched pillow be the proof.

Utterly painful, the bygone history,

Togetherness of yesterday, now just memories

It shoves through my delicate heart,

Triggering foolishness of a forever end

Alas! Literature I hold onto

Reminiscing the blissful days

Dwelling in the past, burying today.

I share a grief; a book I lived,

Caged my dreams and paged a live

To bloom again with another, a thought that appals

Never would the nightingale sing again.

Alone heart beats for one,

No more, a new life can consort,

Yesterday’s pain, never in vain.

At the end, it’s me face down on the pillow.

Blessed with loneliness, a companion in misery
Hard to believe, she is forever gone.

Hear Me

The sun shines so bright

But you are no more by my side.

I never emptied your place from my heart

May be that’s where I lighted up your right

Look around, the beauty of life

Once will we ever live

No doubt, I won't ever lie,

To forget you and to move on

It’s not as easy as you said good bye,

my heart every day cries

I remember the days we would fight

Over silly things, that you never liked.

Nowadays too I fight,

Not with love but with memories, that’s long gone

I believed angels never lie,

I was wrong for you left me all alone

People say I write to please

But they never really know what I really miss    

I live everyday lost so deep in the thoughts

Where you still lively live

Believe me,the feelings never eluded.

Confession

The stars refused to shine

As he sat there with a bottle of wine

Moaning his ruined love

A love- never truly expressed.

Just like flowers holding onto its charm

Till the season rips it apart,

He holds onto the memories

Memories-built in air;

Farewell to the love that never existed.

Now he remains a fugitive from reality,

A reality that enrages him;

The one he never lived.

He dwelled in the Elysian field,

Where he found everyday bliss.

Back to the starless night,

A loner he claimed;

Not by company but by heart.

She was there with him

With her alluring charm,

Not by heart but by company;

He watched as she takes another’s hand,

Would the bottle of wine ease the pain?

Or is it solely left to his confession

For her heart to be tamed.

Religion-A humor

The almighty dwells in every heart,

Divided not by will but by birth,

Creators blurred, not to see our deeds on earth,

The messenger bribed or prayers far apart?

How would blood shed honor almighty?

If looked upon, prayer reaches one, not many.  

Wonder lies in tragedy, words hands sword bragging dirty.

A miracle honey shower, clicking sanity would be brainy

Oh! Would prayers forever be trapped?

Its imagination gone out of hand,

A place ironically called mother land

Truth, violence in humanity long draped

Sickening thoughts rumbles in mind

All known religion, full of humor it remains.