My New Poem

Would it pave a new path for me?
Would it be funny, or agonized?
Would it rhyme all the way till end?
Would it be a harvest of my dreams?

I was in grief after finishing the elegy tower,
And was dreamy after the princess’s birthday.
The exam poem made my mind nostalgic,
And the mystery island made it horror-struck.

The lover girl made me so proud, like a master,
As it rhymed from head to toe, though with mistakes.
The rhyming mystery girl made me to boast around,
As it mentioned my friend’s love adventures.

When would the next appear, as in a true flow?
Not with the pretensions, as I am doing now.
Would it be something fallacious, or romantic?
Let it come soon, waiting to see its triumph.

A Fine Medley of Poetry

Some sudden temptations are freaky,
Those occasionally make me to write
Like a genuine rush of hopping thoughts
Or like the actualization of dream wishes.
Sometimes I wrote, rhythmically, as a flow,
And at times like a knotted string of words.
But whenever longing for a gush of outpouring,
What I get is the mimicking of known lines.
Sometimes it creates, with unusual clarity
Certain unknown coinages from subconscious
Like a compilation of speckled oval pebbles
Piled up on a blissful shore of waving thoughts.
What thing makes you touched, whatever be
Process them on a pure sheet of white paper
With the genuine tint of heart’s feelings, and
What you get is called ‘a fine medley of poetry’!

Themelessness

(Answering the question, ‘Why my posts are delayed?’)

Days have gone and weeks too gone

About a month is near!

The lyrics fairies have not come yet

To make my thoughts pour out!

It makes you wondered, makes me too

But you hear my arguments!

There are a few more things exist

That cause lyrical dryness!

Here contradicts my previous claim

I know, as you too know!

But I repeat, it is the lyrical dryness

Caused by the themelessness!

Themes and thoughts are under decay

Due to the hasty days!

But some commitments make me to write

And now I chose themelessness!

People may suggest, ‘you choose heart,

Love, romance or dreams!’

But one pens on what strikes him, and

Hence it is the themelessness!

Ah! Poetry

The heavy dark clouds droop above
Stand for the sadness,
Cumbersome...
And hefty...

Beneath...
The ocean of ideas
In its violent tumult!!

And on the shore...
Stands the darkened tall tower
Erected by the thoughts.

A blend of colours,
The shade of black and white,
A total diffusion of darkness,
And the tumultuous uproar of violent waves.

I came this shore before a long time.
Might be immemorial,
Could have picked up some
Pearls and oysters,
From the depths unlit.
That time my collection had
Some black pebbles too...
Naturally...

For the second time,
What if I cross the ocean once again?
To try my luck,
To see the curiosities ahead,
In the midst of waves.
What if my new wealth this time
Constitute some stones precious...

No! The ocean,
The mighty home of dreams...
I won’t let myself ever go
From your grasp on my wishes,
And on my thoughts!!!

My First Love Song

(Inspired by the picture beneath)

There hangs loosely on the wall
A picture titled ‘Romantic’,
A picture of a wooden path
With scarlet flowers scattered
On the black wooden tracks,
And crimson trees flourished
On both sides!!
A heavenly path…!!!

It extends to an infinity
Set in the middle of the canvas.
Romantic, as it called
And is full of lovingness.

Paths in general
Are of differences,
Path can be adventurous,
Tiresome,
Heavenly,
Melancholic,
Gruesome
And romantic.
This path is Romantic.

Is it the path through which a loving couple,
Who sought colourful dreams
Strode hand-in-hand days before??

Waving the Dreams Away

(Previously Credited under the title "Lines of Dreams Depression and Seasons")

I remember now…
There was a dream I had once
A dream that I boasted about
A dream that connected seasons, rains,
Wetness, trees, winds and the songs.

I dreamt to sing sweet melodies
Being patted by the cool wind
When the mist drops scatter around
From the wet tree branches
On a rainy day..

There was a cold pang of tinted sadness
Piercing my heart
During the fall of summer to winter.

Clutching my heart with its deep roots,
The sadness,
Shook my heartbeats to fall to null
Causing terrible disturbance of my thoughts
During the grayish desks of
The same rainy days.

That was the time,
When I expected the same sadness
To come back
With Scary looks and Empty mind,
With aching heart
And with rusted brain.

……………................................

The imageries vacated,
And the poetic aptitude began to
Suffocate inside me.
And I began to fear a cursed isolation
To give some queer definition
To the ‘uniqueness’.

I am afraid of the same isolation
To dig up some terrible olden pictures
From my memories,
And made them to reflect
In front of my own eye frame.

Dreams become wearisome
And I feel to wave away them
Adieu! Adieu! Adieu
Adieu! the dreamy elves
My farewell to thee all!!!