Withering Hope

Its a heart wrenching agony,
Swollen eyes, can never dry
They seem to have a way

Love is like
A disease inside
No doctor can take the pain away

I don't wish to be,
if I can't have you,
Your the only girl

Don't leave me
all by myself, in this
cold and lonely world

And I only wish us to be together,
when your hair turn grey

If not this life, then the other,
You'll be mine, some day


I don't wish to be,
if I can't have you,
Your the only girl

Don't leave me
all by myself, in this
cold and lonely world


Hope is ..
forever alive,
Hoping;
forever, I might...

Bias Patriotism /E.Recession

Nuisance can be best put to narration
when home sickness ridicules redundancy

Patriotism disengaged compulsively,
blame it on raging hormones; impulsively

Misery is a curse,

When treason to serve

Becomes a part of frequent routines

Hate Vs Love;
the reason is worse
Greed reiterates subsequent dreams

Slay or bleed
Pray and breathe,

For human rights,

Quiet Inhumane
Hope has become just a lousy word

Stay or leave…
Survive the day or a week

Hunger strikes,
poverty hypes;

Unemployment must be heard

Glamor tricks, ignoring all Male clamor fits,
Regardless, “It” responds in every manner; to tits

What good is a talent; that you can’t cash

You can only dream of success; success you can’t have

Nuisance can be best put to narration
when home sickness ridicules redundancy

Patriotism disengaged compulsively,
blame it on raging hormones; impulsively

Hope has become just a lousy word
Unemployment must be heard

Unemployment must be heard

Unemployment must be heard

Unparalleled Loneliness

My loneliness stands unparalleled
Exclusive to your memories
I remember the time,
How it used to be…

All seems lost,
As my tears autumn their way
And slide down my cheek

And Fall upon where
You once used to lie
And sleep for hours

Frightening me;
You would leave


You kept your promise,
It is hard to hold the pledge I made;
It is hard to breathe


You look so peaceful,
Eyes wide shut, still smiling,
…I too wish to fall asleep

My loneliness stands unparalleled,
I live in the company of my own agony

Drenched in loneliness,
My only best friend is your memory

You have traveled so far away from me,
All seems beyond my reach;

I exchange a few words
An audible speech
unheard tears,
Under heavenly siege

Please, TALK TO ME!

My loneliness stands unparalleled
Exclusive to your memories
I remember the time,
How it used to be…

How you would hear me;
How you used to talk to me

I try gathering my left-over;
Somewhere
Between pain and insanity

I know, now,
what God can be

Since you can no longer reply,
And talk to me

I beg you Please,
TALK TO ME!

I try gathering my left-over;

Somewhere between
the bliss of acceptance

And the remorse
of a cruel reality

My loneliness stands unparalleled
Exclusive to your memories
I remember the time,
How it used to be…



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Nirvana (Short Prose)

They pursuit for an unseen abode that remains untamed for hundreds
of centuries since man ever stepped on this planet

…. perhaps since forever.

A place so infringed where all desires clearly penned and
gravely restrained before it to achieve… a mere belief, are
reluctantly but willfully discarded
by those that wish for eternal bliss.

Some blindly walk the path; others are like puppets
to their settled functioning. Some reason pragmatism
with spirituality. They pursuit belief with a reason…
“It is a way of life”.

Way of life indeed … but can there be a liberal choice
where one decides destiny for himself. How can they
reason pragmatism with spirituality?
Are we just born lucky? Is it the religion that writes
our destinies or the faith derived from it?

They pursuit for an unseen abode that remains untamed
for hundreds of centuries

…. only death can distinguish all fallacies.

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The Composite Rouge

Unneeded to elucidate; her composite strokes
painted in excellent composite rouge –
every picture has connotation; shrewdly pioneered
A twist of gist speaking volume in the rear.

I exchange a few dialogues with them; at times…
Most audible dimensions appear.

“She is fond of canvassing insects”.

I am fond of admiration
Apart from what subject
she chooses to give life to.

I cannot challenge self
knowing how consumed I am
in an undeniable envy;

Endlessly I fall helpless
In sheer awe of the wonders
she triggers within the narcissist side
of the color quenching artist inside me.

I can paint too !
But not as skillfully
as she would.

Covet and approbation stands equivalent; feral.
How can I appease?
She paints, she paints – oh so beautiful
I certainly cannot outwit her expertise.

Repeatedly and inventively
she dips me in the contentment of her mysticism.
I am at peace knowing what aspires her to craft –
generates countless paintings within my non existent being.

Covet and approbation stands unequaled;
absolute admiration takes the toll.


She paints, she paints – oh so beautiful,
I can never outwit her supreme expertise.
She paints, she paints “my love” oh so wonderful,
and I observe her paint so much more for me.

She paints, she paints – oh so beautiful,
I can never outwit her untamed expertise
Whatever imprisons me…
Sets her free!

Unneeded to elucidate; her composite strokes
painted in excellent composite rouge –
every picture has connotation; shrewdly pioneered,
A twist of gist cleverly engineered
speaking volume in the rear.

I exchange a few dialogues with them; at times…
Most audible dimensions appear.

She is fond of canvassing insects.

“Not so fond of the love she paints for her, in Me”.



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Loose Grip

Fist; loosely gripped
always slips almost everything

Certain to traverse
every sane restraint

Choices carelessly made;
always replace every place of
love with hate

Only mortality
is destined
The only cult of life;
is This very cult of Thought

Certain to baffle
every sane reason,
Its always easy to blame
the end result on God

Governing hypocrites
generate propogandas

Orange, blue and red
does the work; every idea is sick

Media is only a money
making business these days

Visual and Audio potency
can easily misguide you;
with its manipulating tricks


Make your country,
or break your country..

Choice is yours;
It always had been

Make a choice,
Do the right; today


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It Aches Tonight

My chest can barely contain;

The heart with such absolute pain
it aches knowing

How blistering

The truth is

How love can either make you,

Or break you,
How love can make you do things

Each and every dream burns tonight

Under the roof of unwanted echoing goodbyes

Keeping all meaningless promises aside,
Eternal separation becomes a deliberate demise

My chest can barely contain;

The heart with such absolute pain
it aches knowing

How blistering

The truth is

How love can either make you,

Or break you,
How love can make you do things

A lover once; now highly despised
another painful chapter of life;

Thoroughly revised

I can never be at peace

Even if I die

another attempt; another attempt to rise

Another reason; another failure to try

I had never imagined us quitting,
giving up on through all the lows and highs
But, I know now how hard it is to compromise

My chest can barely contain;

The heart with such absolute pain

it aches knowing

How blistering

The truth is

How love can either make you,

Or break you,
How love can make you do things