In search of the Unknown

gaze fixed on the stars,
a heart lost to the roses,
mind roaming the
realms of the unknown,
I take flight.

the light has shone,
alas, long gone,
darkness all around,
all illusion,
I seek the unknown.

what the heart felt,
the mind perceived,
eyes seek in vain,
try to comprehend,
all encompassing unknown.

from subconscious
to consciousness,
I soar,
my senses feel,
merge into the unknown.

Hidden Gems

Barren is the heart
that poured everything out,
and waits in solitude;
Tears run dry,
heart does not bleed,
silence reigns.

Keep some hidden gems,
A few pains,
and in time,
Nurtured by the agony
of the tortured heart,
Diamonds will shine,
and who knows,
a few pearls,
scattered,
will be left behind.

The genie

I was sure I had bottled up
The genie,
and closed the lid shut tight,
Wary of being granted my wishes,
but always with a twist,
I promised myself I shall not ask.

Oh, how foolish was I,
she escapes every night,
the astral apparition,
comes dancing riding the clouds,
moonlight streaming from her hair,
dew drops dangling from her eye lashes,
lips soft like rose petals,
fingers like a painter’s soft brush,
she caresses.

Her breath like a soft breeze,
scented celestial, sensuous,
Softly I moan and try to embrace her,
to hold her tight to my chest,
my body burning with desire.

Gently she wiggles out and coos in my ears,
how dare you bottle up your heart,
and keep me away,
As I lament
another wasted night.

Addiction

I confess,
I’m addicted.
My addiction does not leave my side.
Repenting, I went to you my love,
Alas, you are also addicted to the same,
and embracing your lover, you ignored me.

I sent you my beating heart,
Isn’t it lovely, my love?
Please like it,
My Android is waiting to acknowledge
your iPhone like.

I am sure, drugged as we are, and can’t talk,
my Android and your iPhone,
will surely connect.
After all, they are are choke full of
emojis of beating hearts.

Fantasy

what is life,
if not colored by a little fantasy?
I shall rather fly away
on the wings of my imagination,
than wither slowly by
dripping sands of time.
is there anything more painful,
than dying by grinding of the mundane?
let them ridicule me,
for my feet not being grounded;
will the bean counters ever comprehend,
ecstasy of riding the winged horses,
and flying away?

Heartbreak

Conditioned by heartbreaks such,
that I now look at praise askane;
if you find me aloof and distant,
know it’s not me, but
the fear of rejection
raising its ugly head;
I now fear the light that
hides the truth,
and embraced darkness unpretentious;
darkness that glitter with false light,
where hopes are drowned
in promises of elixir of life,
and love is traded and exchanged
in flesh markets;
Oh ye all with high hopes
of a bright future in your hearts,
enter here at your own risk,
for here hopes come to die,
and heartbreaks reign supreme.

Where Words Live

beware ye all who enter here,
words lie around here,
not to soothe thy heart.

here desires are stocked,
and hunger reigns,
quench your thirst at leisure,
when the liquor flows.

open thy mind,
let the exhilaration course
through thy veins,
feel the exquisite pain,
and see thy heart bleed.

immerse thee in the beauty
but beware of the thorns,
thou will be challenged,
may sometimes be titillated,
words may sometimes bite,
but they will not curse,
they will prick, and they may poke,
but they will never incite.

violence is abhorred here,
and love dispensed freely,
so take what you like,
who knows what tomorrow brings,
the glaciers recede,
and the river dies.

Price of Indulgence

the price of indulging incitation,
paid by our silence to timely confront.
remember kristallnacht?
failure of the world at large
to stand up to a bully,
paid by bloods of millions of innocents,
and two atom bombs.

the world will never be the same again,
never again, we say
and then we keep mum,
when silence serves our purpose.

countless millions on the street,
the world lumbers from crisis to crisis,
many, a paycheck away from being on the street,
and our silence may put many out there soon.
one flash and boom it goes,
years of dreams down the drain.

the hearth has been stocked,
the fuel supplied,
a word evil, spoken from a distance safe, enough to spark
the fire of hatred.
as Rome burns, fiddles Nero.
and those who indulge and condone,
won’t even have the
rights to remain silent,
when they come for them.

The Hourglass

The most profound ideas of the day come to mind in the toilet because they are worthy of being flushed out of the system at the earliest.

Why does the sands of time
drips so slowly, and then
the hourglass turns?
Why can’t time remain at
standstill as we mourn
the scores that departed
to the unknown shores?
do you hear the blood curdling
howls of the hyenas circling,
to rip the coffins before
the bodies are cold?
the vampires do not dread
the light anymore,
ready to suck the blood
as life goes out.
as we mourn, somewhere else
a life mortgaged to luxuries
while living, slowly ebbs,
and street dogs stand in
guard of honour
for the one who has no home.
the sands of time drips ever so slowly,
and the hourglass turns,
as we mourn.

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Extravagant

O thou extravagant,

with the luxury of time to waste

to indulge in nostalgia of

a bygone past,

spare some of it

to explore the beauty

of the present,

and nurture it well.

reach out and embrace

what is,

lest the future passes you by,

and you are left with

the luxury of time,

to waste and rue,

what could have been,

what could have been!