Be It

Be it
If it chooses to fly back to the old sights;
To the shattered lands, dried flowers,
Sunburnt darkness, dying stars.

And be it
If it turns its back
To a new world of bliss
Or another catastrophe?

Be it
If its happiness lives in reviving
What is left behind,
And could never become what it had been once,
A 'past' is what all is left of it.

Be it
If it trust itself to an extent of
Creating a whole new bridge out of the ashes
-Ashes that desire some blooming buds
Or flowing air
Or swaying seas.

Be it
If it wants to end its eternity
In something that has faded away,
Or is crucified by the cruel creeds
Of time.

Be it
If it flies in its own freedom of dreams
A heart- is why it is named so, maybe.
Let it live
Before it dies in the flood of realization
And wakes to the barren lands.

So be it, if it...

Celebrating A New Day

While the shadow snores aloud
Take a leap out of the warmth of bed,
Jump out of the soothing darkness of night
Overlook the fainting flame of the dying candle,
And honor the chance of flying to the other side
Of the world where a new light rise
Or glares intensely into your face.
Walk over roads, climb over the mountains,
Float in a sea or sink into an ocean,
Fly in the sky, explore a new height,
A new limit, a new sight.
Rip over a stone, or slide down the abyss,
But do not die your heart and spirit
Be a cup of heart,
Pour the water from your toil to the soil,
So a new plant will rise.
Trace the path of a bee,
Make a lock for a key
Spread the wisdom of your dreams
Before finding your way back
For the light that would strike your eyes now,
To open them.

Darkness Descends

The night falls with a silent sigh,
Cold and alone are we
The salvation for which you pray
Flares once, then dies,
Swallowed by guilt.
All hope must die.

Your soul thrives no more.
How could you cause such hurt?
Shadows around us, crying,
We have lost our light.

Cimmerian Gloom

The darkness sigh into a deep night
And the dense clouds protect the moonlight
From the shamelessly forbidden earth
The Lord above fears, the beauty dies
And the abyss dance over the mountain's heights.

Trees ruffle the sounds of dried leaves
Far far away from the spring's delight
Shadows growl the mighty past
Over the screams of hopeless days and years to bide.

In the coward days and barefaced nights
Flames of odium, revenge and spite endure
As the moments of love suicide!

Give Chance To A Mistake

Let the darkness haul over

For that is where you see the brightest stars...

Stand, dip your leg in the lake of error

And find a solution in all the jars...

Walk blind and fall into the abyss

So the wings would grow upon the bars...

Don't be afraid of getting ditched

As that is when your heart comes strong...!

This Moment Let It Be

Let it be
Just for a moment
Turn your heart into words
Speak from your eyes
Kiss from your soul
Turn your dreams into reality and reality in dreams
In between the heavenly Earth and Sky
Be pure as the dark of night
For a moment
Let it be
Equate your mind and heart
Past, present and future
As true like the truth itself
Say out what has never been said
And couldn't be heard
Live in the moment
This moment
With Love
As words form a poem
Or melody a song
Let it be for one moment
Trust to the extent your heart has strength
Say the truth of your love
Speak the language of romance
Twine your body with mine
And soul with soul
Eyes with eyes
Breath with breath
Lips with lips,
Get inside
Leave your trace
Of this moment
That would last for as long as it stayed in mind,
Forever, Let it be.

A Small Body

A small body as white as snow
That came out through the mother's womb
Became the father's thought, on forehead being kissed
'It resembles her, if only she lived...'

Beneath the Stars Over the Breathing Sand

Beneath the stars over the breathing sand
A woman shades in the embrace of man
As like the wave over the ocean's calm
Swayed through them the wind-borne charm
From the corner of the full moon's eye
History of love again revive
Around a strong arm soft fingers curl
The masculine delight was twirl
For the eyes that reached moon's white
The heart was somewhere left behind-
Resonating with the beating heart
Of the one who lay in arm.

For long was the magic from the moment haul
Till on eyes the sleep befall...

Love in Its Purest Form do Weep

Love in its purest form do weep
For the one, who loves you not
The stars shine brightly upon the sleep
While the heart, to beat, tries all it got.

Silence is a din when love silences
Or a rough of tree sans shade
Or when the 'mares upon the dreams dances,
As the sky slowly fades.

But over the truth what it seems
The dreams coming true in purest form
Till you receive the giant heaps
Of those deception, that leaves you torn.

And so where is love, there is alive
Not joys, but agonies, with deepest sighs.

Thy Eyes in Which False Beauty Lies

Thy eyes in which false beauty lies
And restricts the sight till it's range,
Seeks beauty in what appears nice
And soothe in what dies with age.
Thy eyes that sees what ancestors told,
Builds a fence in thy mind;
Believes in what those old books hold
And kills the length till moon's height.
Thy eyes that pour hate in innocent heart
So make it dull with black'st flow,
And sees around with envious thought
For joy, thee never let come to thou.
Thy eyes that complain with sleek'st sigh
The one who blooms their only life.

A Memory

A memory once so full of life
Has its strength to again revive?
Would have had if not been forged with
The load of sorrow and painful thing
But does that mean an arch of smile
Can be camouflaged with just few brine?
And so a memory once filled with joy
Could not bring cheer as like a child with toy
But the longing and fear hammer hard
Whenever you remind you of pain and stark
And that the happiness is such a weak
Unable to defend a memory!
But a single touch of agony can breathe
For years over the highest peak...?