she came.....

Beneath the crimson sky
With an emerald hue
She came along on a wave
The smile that was due.

For my spirit only
Riding on the crest
She came to earth for me
Bringing happiness abreast.

They had my soul bound
the zephyrs of her breath
In those flowing locks of hairs lay
the apostle of my worldly death.

Softness as that of her skin
had me numb with a touch.
I realised what heaven was
In the ethereal moment such.

Dreams that I saw
Were like this, that I felt.
I walked along with her
in them, did the oceans melt.

Beneath the crimson sky
With an emerald hue
She came along on a wave
The smile that was due.

my life

the moments,
melting into each other,
giving way,
each breath, to another,
what has life become
my soul, subdued by a tether.

these thoughts,
the ones, which make me worry.
Coming with a pace
A pace, not less than a flurry.
I dream harder,
harder it seems, but not in a hurry.
I still search,
search a land, where to myself bury.
to all screaming,
screaming a word, that just means Sorry.
yeah, these are the thoughts,
the ones, which make me worry.

it feels,
feels as if burning since ages.
it hurts,
hurts as if a fire ravages.
am falling,
falling there where none salvages.
am going,
going where there are no privilidges.
am dying,
dying like you all, doomed noble savages.
would come,
come here, where your god scavenges.

the moments,
melting into each other,
giving way,
each breath, to another,
what has life become
my soul, subdued by a tether.

Love's reckoning

Rise up, o my poor soul,
Your day of reckoning has come.
Love, showered with all effort
An insult for them has become.

Each beat that your heart missed,
Each breath that you gave away,
Has become suffering for those
Who were there forever, to stay.

The gasps of uneasy emotions
Through which does the fire foment.
Worried on each act of yours
Arises in the heart, a fierce torment.

Ensuing serene depths of solitude,
Beneath that majestic earthly storm,
Lies the carcass of your love
That place, till now was your home.

Gathered come all, the beings
From all the lands of love.
You shall toil for innocence
No help expected from up above.

Rise up, o my poor soul,
Your day of reckoning has come.
Love, showered with all effort
An insult for them has become.