Retrieved Pieces of My Lost Poetry

I stood up, in the dark
In my half-slept awkward bed,

Letting the string of broken dreams

Enjoy a free sub-conscious wander!

The clock struck 2’

Alarming my weak beating soul!

The wail of a night bird resonated

Lamenting at its sleepless curse!

I recollected a lost time,

When I put on a poet’s charming robe!

Sometimes the words came in a flow

Sometimes with its usual blockades!

I thought, was it a dream?

Had I made such so called attempts?

Or was it just the smartness

Exhibited by a words’ apprentice?

In the dark, a support I searched for

With my wavering quivering hands!

My thumping heart too had become

Anxious at the loss of reality!

As the first rays of light

Touched the earth in golden mist!

I started yet another day

With the regained consciousness!

My Lost Lover Girl

(Once again interpreting my own dream following the 'Birthday Party of the Beautiful Princess')

For this time I will tell you a story
And not a story properly, may be a sophistry.
For my friends I’m telling this story, dreamy,
Who had unusual love affairs, in biography.

It was in a September, I too remember
And I was a tiny teenager, too common in any genre,
When I met this girl, the lost lover girl
Who was a pretty petite girl, and I fall in love with her.

Two or three months passed, and once we stood
On a sea-pier extended, clutching each other hand in hand,
On a cloudy afternoon, with my companion boon,
Beneath the faded sun that shone, watching surf those breaking soon.

Soon there a wild beast comes, on these foaming waves
A huge figure of Octopus (1), with greedy tentacles.
We both looked at this, this huge figure of Octopus,
And we both startled once, stared at it with fearful eyes.

The sky went black n’ dark, the clouds began to bark
Making thunders strike, and the east-wind’s crack.
Then my pretty petite girl, pushed me to the ocean whirl
Cause of panic n’ temptation, or I didn’t get her action.

I felt I was falling fast, to the hands of the beast,
I saw her frenzied eyes, while skidding among the tentacles.
With the Octopus I struggled, to rescue the life shuddered
And I looked at her eyes troubled, to see sympathy, distressed.

Struggling hard and hard, I made my life to guard
Somehow I escaped, and now reached where I stood
The first thing that I did, as you have understood
Or as you unexpected, was pushing her downward.

I was in such a rage, and I never thought of her age,
That she was underage, and she had lack of knowledge.
I saw her to fall downward, struggling with the waves hard,
And screaming being afraid, with my heart unusual hard.

Skidding between the tentacles, and trying to break the obstacles
She vanished into the bubbles, and I didn’t watch her resistance.
Keeping my head low, and leaving my love below,
I ran to the lands at low, to escape from the Law.

Dear readers, you please don’t be worry
‘Cause I said, I’m telling you a story
And you too know, it’s a story of a fairy
That I learned from a dream, dreary.

"But you know that’s how I lost my lover girl!
And that’s the story of my lost lover girl!"

(1). Octopus

The Circle

I saw a dream in sleep last night,
And morning saw them realized!
Dream of hopes and enjoyment,
That shared the charm of solitude!

In the dawn I saw the sun that rise
And the mist drops glint in multitude!
The bird that hum by the Cuckoo’s nest
Told me the tale of nature’s bliss!

Total shine of the morning’s mirth
In step with the dream of yesterday!
And the hum of birdies’ fondness had
Shared the tone of the night in tune!

Noontime I left to the sands of sea
Where the sunrays bathe in twinkling wet!
I saw there the dimness that perchance
Due to the pass of morning’s grace!

The sands n’ Sea had striking solace
In the tune of night with dream n’ dark!
The glimmering petals of water drops
Wrapped up the depths of Ocean floor!

The evening time I spent in calm
With the numbness of the day in this end!
The moving figures that walk in front
Had not made anything in my mind!

The eve that waiting the dark in style
Wore the attire of gloom and shade!
The clinging cold of the nature be,
I suppose, made for the eve in special!

It’s the time of the sleep and dream
Has come as usual in the routine style!
The day and night have this much to say
To recur the steps of life’s circle!

The Princess’s Birthday Party

(Inspired from one of my dreams)


It was the Romantic Path
Again, this time too!
A heavenly Path,
With Cedar trees flourished
On both sides, and
Yellow leaves scattered
All through the tracks.

It was the City of Time,
The Kingdom of Dreams
And the heavenly Palace was ahead
To which I was moving.

I was a traveler to this city,
A visitor, uninvited and
A perfect stranger, who carried
The craziest thoughts of his age, and
The winged hopes with him.
Aimless, and helpless,
Foolhardy, and dreamy, with
Droopy eyes due to the weight of
The last night’s missed sleep, and
The unshaven face and shabby dress
With worn out apparels.

The strangeness was similar
To the city dwellers too!
They looked curious at the strange
Figure of mine, and
I too looked back with
The excited curiosity!

Soon, I knew, I too became
The part of the crowd, that moved
Towards the palace, ornamented
Highly with stones precious, and
Embedded with charming
Sculptures.

That current of the crowd
Took me to a hall in the palace,
The Diwan-I-Am, as it was called,
Darkened, yet illuminated with
Mighty chandeliers hung aloft, and
Lofty cherubs silhouetted.

It was the day of the Princess
That she turns seventeen, the sweet.
It was the party time for the invited, the
Courtiers, and I am, the uninvited.

There filled a soft music on the air,
And coloured smoke raised with
Fresh fragrances of Rose and Jasmine,
As everybody sat on chairs somewhere
And tasting the delicious, while
I too sat somewhere on the back
Less crowded and light diminished.

Arrival of the Princess, it was
To the hall played along by
Mates, who gossiped and giggled
A lot with the thunder of claps
In the utter amazement at
The beauty of the gown that she wore,
Ornamented and embellished by pearls,
The charming smile that made the
Courtiers mad, and above all,
Her gaze, dignified and majestic, and
Her eyes, graceful that drooped
A little downwards.

Walking through the hall
Among her admirers and
Without looking any, the Princess
Approached my side giving me
Some startle and embarrassment.
Straightly, wavering not even a little
She sat opposite me, and
Raised her eyelids to look at me
With her pretty eyes of inviting charm.
God, it was the moment that
The classics although the ages
Had praised a lot.

The charm of all lasted for a moment
As the images began to dissolve.
The palace, the hall and the charming courtiers,
The applause, the heavenly light, and music,
Everything began to vanish into thin air.

And still there I could see
Two bluish tinted eyes
Casting the dignified gaze
In front of my opening eyelids
Sharp and alarming and
Even prettier!!

Dreaming the Dreams

(A continuation to 'Waving the Dreams Away'. Previously credited under the title 'Lines of Dreams, Depression and Rain'.)


Soon I got into some dreams,
As the rainfall patted me to sleep
With its soothing fingers
Amidst those olden dark cold nights.

I dreamt to brood then,
Hugging the chill within a nest
Built on a tree branch at a valley
Where no rainfall comes.

That was a time, unlike from
These nasty days,
When the Goddess Prakriti
Blesses me with full of sleeps and dreams.

Cursed are these days,
When not a night is kind enough
To give me some peaceful sleep or
To show some wondrous dreams
Even in these wet rainy days.

The tiresome long nights
Might have forgotten
To see dreams.

There was the childhood, once
Got in to the depths of my thoughts
Usually to dance graceful, and
None of such things does
Care about peeping my thoughts
Nowadays!

The past seems forgotten, and
The dreadful black granite tower too
Shrouds itself inside the clouds of Forgetfulness.

Rhyming the Time

(Previously credited under the title 'Some Dejected Thoughts')

As every night draws in
For a new morning,
As every dream blooms
To form a reality,
As the Spring falls down
For a new season, and
As pretty foreheads
Begin to put up with wrinkles,
Says the Life,
‘The Time passes...’

Actually, the time passes through
Every fragment of life,
Every thought, and through
Every enjoyment…
In the expectation for the next moment,
And in the sweet memories of the past!!

The time does not give
Any loss or any dream.
Life is just a fantasy!

Dreams are bloomed in expectations!
The time is enjoyed in the
Richness of Life!!
It is usually the smiling faces
That make time under the
Clouds of forgetfulness.

One will think
It is the truth
And it is the whole!!
And there is no ‘next moment’ (Some only)

But everything will go by
Making the spectators all fools!!

Then the consciousness whispers,
The past was better!!
But the truth is far away from these
Presuppositions!!

The past was never so good, but
It was for the good!!

One’s dream is not for the other!
One’s best companion is his own dreams!!
His hopes and wishes!!

The fascinating wishes has its appeal
Till its fulfillments only.
After the fulfillment,
The wishes will get thrown
To the past,
And will become a loss.