Whispering melodies

This ought to be easy,
This ought to be simple.
I have written so much,
Varied and diversified.
Such topics I felt,
So many people I touched.
Thus I know well,
This topic is nothing but simple.
Yet..
Yet somehow I am not able to manage.
Not able to write on this topic.
What should I write about?
The history is vast, the future wide.
My feelings I know,
My eyes are bright.
I feel alive, too alive I may add.
Its a burden too huge.
But I shall be the Hercules.
I shall do the needful.
‘The Poem’ shall be written.
The ultimate poem shall be written.

Every day I saw her in the mall.

Having worked there six months,

I sure know her well.

Her boyfriend picks her everyday.

And they have a place called home.

She has the perfect life, obtaining everyone’s jealousy.

No wonder I have when I see,

A twinkle in her eyes.

A redness on her lips, blushing of the cheeks.

No wonder I have when I see,

A love bite she hides.

Every day for six months,

I wanted a share,

In her happiness.

Every day for six months,

I needed her secret for happiness.

I asked her, Oh! I asked her many times.

But no reply I got, none but a smile.

Once as usual, mesmerized by the love bite.

I was looking at her slender neck.

The tiny little blue bruise let me to a slash.

Which was passing through the collar bone,

And visible at the back.

My shock I could not hide,

From the pretty young damsel.

She asked me with a quizzical look.

Nothing from me but a finger at the mark.

She smiled, and said to me.

“You asked me my secret.

But you found it yourself.”

With that she went past,

Leaving me alone, aghast.

A twig I saw, in the woods that I trotted..

Never had I seen such a sorry site..

Trodden over by hooves, paws, wheels and claws.

What not had the poor twig suffered.

Trampled carelessly; noticed rarely.

The twig was nothing but a twig after all.

Puny, some may call it, meek for others.

I could not help but wonder.

Why did the twig bear it all?

Why did God made it so small?

No answer I know I shall get.

As the truth is, there is no answer to it.

But among the huge trees that the meadow held.

Among the fragrances in the air that I smelt.

Around the peace of sound with which my heart felt.

I could not keep my eyes of the twig.

A rabbit hopped on to it and went away.

Mercilessness of nature showing its blunt way.

My heart wept and the tongue tied.

I pitied the twig with all my might.

Then the twig stood and stood erect.

Looked at me, smiled and shrugged the pity.

I stood there amazed and dazed.

Nature was not cruel after all.

Twig was small as hell.

Twig was fibred to strength.

And it stood there as it for long.

Staring at me telling me to go along.

Life takes its care itself.

It is me who need the path.

It is me who need the strength.

It is me who needs to be the twig.

I shall seek the darkness..
Light around me shrieks.
Its too much, I shudder..
Darkness has its own peace.

Seeing everywhere since the dawn of time..

A minute; a tiny little flaw,

That has taken the world by storm..

I ask for this to end,

Not for other’s, just me.

Its a humble request..

And a mighty quest.

Let me be sane.. again.

Let me be sane.. again.

 

Everyone has a trivial problem..

Someone is living on the edge..

Someone is scared of the edge..

A child is going gaga over a toy..

A man is killing insanely.. OH! Boy.

I want to separate myself from this.

I want to be normal and different.

Let me be sane.. again.

Let me be sane.. again.

 

Make this wish come true..

Make me saner than others.

I know living with sanity is tough..

I know I have mettle enough..

I do not care you are God or Devil..

I do not care you are Good or Bad..

If you can, just do it.

Let me be sane.. again.

Let me be sane.. again.

Here I am.

Before you, as before.

Love me again as you have loved me.

Please oh! please touch me again.

We are no more,

The moon and the stars.

The sun and the fire.

No more does my heart says ‘I love you’.

But once again I need you.

But once again I want you.

Please oh! please touch me again.

This is lust you may say.

May be my fruitless attempt,

To have you back.

No, its not I tell you.

I need you not with me.

We are through and gone.

You were my boyfriend once someday.

But the day is gone, the moment over.

You are my past and no more I say.

Nothing should give anything away.

Touch me again though,

And

Then forget my stay.

Again here I am.

Before the lonely shores.

Why? OH! Why?

This fate of mine,

So sealed.

Found the world gaping.

Found the world applauding.

But this is not enough,

Something is missing.

I am missing.

The water frothing,

touches my feet.

Giving the sensations,

Longed.

Wishes, left unfulfilled.

Desires, my heart and body wants.

Should I follow the id.

Follow ‘em.

Or,

Should fear be given a chance.

Balance will be broken,

I know, now for sure.

But in the muddy water I see.

Me, but lost.

Within my own mind.

Within my own dilemma.

Within, my own sea.

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Of all the confusions that a person can have, the worst are the confusions of love. Because it involves emotions, hormones or maybe because the beating of heart overshadows the thumping of the brain. Whatever be the reason, all reasons are lost in the silence occurring between two souls separated by a sea of emotions which also is the cause of their attachment. When do you know its love? When do you know its love, enough, to last? Should this feeling be ignited or left dormant like a baby. Maybe like a baby, all this feeling would do after waking is cry and create a mess. Maybe its better off asleep, innocent, naive and beautiful.

Then comes the pang of pain, a lust, not for the body but for the relationship. You want to be happy with that person, only. It is a blinding flash temporarily killing your vision. You can not even see that the person you love is happy, already. Its not fair, I know. Its not fair, you know. And of all the times you have faced unfairness, this time, you want life to be fair, for you. All the happiness in you is drained. Obsession might be the right word. But you are called a ‘FANATIC’.

 

Every emotion I feel.

Every thought crossing my mind.

I filter,

To take out, you, of them.

Holding on to you.

Leaving all else aside. You my Love,

You my hate.

You my hurt, You my pain.

Happiness? Who needs it now.

A fragile thing at most,

It will lead me nowhere.

You are my anger, You my revenge.

Smile now never comes,

Only a mournful sneer,

Or a senile laugh.

You are my passion,

To justify all wrong, that I do.

To be evil to all,

And to you.

For you I shall kill, rob and hurt.

For you I shall cry, shout and die.

You, Yes You are my sole reason.

My survival, my end and in between,

I leave it on you.

Can you be mine, Oh! Please.

Mercy will be upon you.

With every waning moon that I see,

and every day as moon-light recede.

The devil in me is getting stronger.

Vile and loathsome though he may be,

It is but a tiny kid to thee.

Look into your heart, leaving your mind.

Look into my heart, trust me.

Else blame will be upon you,

You let a poor thing go rot.

You smiled when I cried,

Happy were you in my misery.

You are the reason for what I am.

You shall be the reason for future,

Dark, black, ugly.

Whatever it might be.

 

Dedicated to all the Fanatics.

If love is not an obsession then its not enough Love.

It’s a mistake I think.

Err.. Don’t get me wrong sir.

Am not accusing or doubting you.

Sure though there is some error.

I am human still, I feel.

O Death! Please come again.

Yes, I saw the sights.

The tunnel too was pretty bright.

Alas! Though now everything seems normal.

It seems like a hospital bed.

A bright tube dazzling my eyes.

Doctors and nurses glad.

Proud of their foolish achievement.

What do they know.

Its your callousness not their capability.

That brought this upon me.

Oh! Sir, I mean no disrespect.

Its just am frustrated.

Was so ready for this yes, I was.

Perfect the moment was.

For my sudden demise.

O Death! Please come again.

Now don’t give me that look.

You know as well as I.

‘What I am saying?’

You know my heart through and through.

I am bored, bored of being alive.

And then you give me dreams.

Dreams of the end.

No happiness, no sorrow.

No past or tomorrow.

The end was gentle to the core.

I had no need to be gentle anymore.

No pretence of being subtle.

No force of being loud.

No ego to push me down.

It was a dream come true.

I could love what I want.

I could love whom I want.

Hate would not have to be buried.

And now you say to me WHAT!!

It was a mistake!

Bloody hell it was.

Pardon me sir, for my language.

Now I want this mistake back.

I want my life back.

O Death! Please come again.

Mistake or with possible consideration.

Take me with you, again.

O Death! Please come again.