My poems

LOVE


Love – a theory, oh no an undefined hypothesis
Still in arguments with no basis

A disorder infected through the organ for seeing we thank
And frames its prey as our body’s blood bank

Excited emotions that can not be bought or sold
So old, so cold, precious than gold

A determination to induce the loving one
By genuine deliberations instead of fiction

A wavering in proposing one’s own lover
But not in inflicting pain for one another

An anxiety to perceive her through the ear
Saying that “I love you my dear”

A religion having its own trends
Not a jest of making numerous girlfriends

A courage bestowing the lovers with immense potential
To strike Gibraltar or to become immortal

A craze to discard the selfish world
And remain in vigor only in each others heart

An inspiration to accomplish the whole earth
And present it on her date of birth

A candle having prolonged burn even after refusal
But never burns the pure relationships between a dual

A kin purely based on understanding and trust
It’s not the occupation of flirts

A sacrifice without any discrimination of closed ones
Even less if for the beloved, the lover leaves all the funs

A jealousy always found in hearts of love sharers
Even wrong if the lover talks to the life carers

A touch imparting the feel of some higher might
So close is someone but not at sight

A fear always indicating of some dangerous happening
If seed of love withers before ripening

A naught altogether not under our will
Talking in inanity as if mentally ill

A word possessing great passion
Beyond any alternating exception

A group of alphabets holding extreme strength
How contrasting-just four fashion out the universe’ length

It’s not an ordinary written sign in a lexicon
It guides a way that is never wrong

Although the life of lovers is resided on egg of knife
But for lovers, love is life and they love life







LIFE

Sixty meters height but may be the safest place to enter
Along with optimistic hopes, I was entering the mighty world trade centre

Were the hopes genuine of future, or was there an interrogation of or
Whatsoever the consequences I had to reach the fifty fifth floor

Where unexpectedly of the future peril the mental activities were as always on
Till the substantial structure trembled along with a dreadful tone

“The plane has crashed into us “, from up came the dying shout
In my whole body, the oxygenating fluid excited to effuse out

Nothing else was in front of us to reach the stairs
Till now the noxious gas jets had glutted the atmosphere

The right terrace collapsed, the ruined structures started making the mount
I fell, got up, ran, fell, got up, do not remember the count

Again the legs hindered, but excuse me this time someone was there
“Are you stupid, slumbering like this on the stairs?”

“Don’t you have the tongue?” Oh jolted! He was dead
The devil would ring my knell too, I could not be sad

Rushing, ascended several floor, here, there everywhere cries
Every heart grief stricken, but no brain had time to moisten the eyes

The death wasn’t to give up the chase; the mercury was on an increment
Now I can’t, now I can’t, the vicious wounds were proving them significant

Conclusively came the end of struggle and so adorning was the ground
The legs gave way, the eyes closed, the ears refused to perceive any sound

Ages passed and the black balls gazed through the black lined shutters
Julie and Alex were watching the ticking clock with the slightest of utters

Julie ran to doctor, tearful Alex inquired: “Are you fine?”
Paining like anything, what to show of the sign

“I will get well soon, there is nothing to scare”
Powerless to pat on his head, paralyzed? Not even there!

All the world is dustbin, all the humans are leech
I also belong to same species and now only I will teach

I will kill you and you will kill me and the homes will continue to burn
The cycle will keep on rounding; we will have to take out a turn







The story depicted in poem is purely imaginary. It has nothing to do with the original incident that occurred on 11th September, 2001. Julie is imagined to be the wife of imaginary author and Alex their son.






NATURE

The drops of water had pounded the ground

The squall and chirping birds had some calling sound

The running waters transported the pebbles around

Did they want to take me to the abode they had found



The milk fell out of the magic of turbulence

The colored wet petals spread out the eldritch fragrance

Refracted sun rays glimpsed through the pearls of hanging lens

The beats of the blowing winds made the greenery dance

All this made up the heart easing dawning ambiance

But deep in my sleep, it all caused interference

My mother wanted to wake me to let me feel her presence

I kept on blinking my eyes not in much of my sense

“Let me complete this dream, which holds so much importance”

Murmuring this, I was lost into my world of convenience

My mother waited for my awaking for they are the pillars of patience

One dream after another lend me with no such chance

The sun rose above and above and got over my resistance

The scorching sun rays forced the issue with their dominance

I got up with a heavy head feeling so tense

My last dream still had a bulk of influence

Should I remain there in its eluding world of ignorance

Or get back to my mother now busy with her routine maintenance

Should I still continue to take advantage of her innocence

Or should i now understand Mother Nature’ true essence