I chose you forever!

Every love story they say makes you die deep within, kills a part of you, but does it not leave back something too? Does it not leave back some fond memories? Does it not leave back hope that you'd be one with your lover once again? Reflecting the same sense of belonging are these words, dedicated to you Ina..my love we've always had this connection between us, the connection of the night sky and its eternal symbol the Moon..

The moon is the bridge, between your life and mine
Thanks to the sun, and the cosmic serpentine;
Everyday I touch the same stars as you do,
Everyday I feel the wind, the wind that touches you!

I thought these were symbols, ornaments of poems and plays,
Today I realize how concrete, how concrete were those days;
When the sun nourishes us both, standing in front of the sea,
When the oceans sprinkled water, on your body and me!

When I inhaled the air, incensed with the sweetness of your perfume,
I used to talk to the night, and my heart used to fume;
I miss those days, when I could see you with my own eyes,
and for once hear your laughter, before the light’s demise.

The eclipse continues, separates our nights and days,
Love instills in me the hope, there are still more ways,
Life evolves its mechanisms, there is pleasure and pain,
The destiny would quit one day, allow us to meet up again.

I would hold you then, before anyone could take you away,
I’d hold the god’s designs in my other hand, if it would sway!
I promise this would change, things would change one day.
The distances would elope and the cosmos would have nothing to say.


Poem Definition: 10 Dec 2011

Song of a Man

Within the boundaries of a "happy" relationship exist multiple stories of compromise, of giving up the vitality of your life..a friend is an inspiration of this poem..Its a song that has lately flickered off my conscience too..

Baby o' baby, what do you think of me?

Am I your slave, or I am your enemy?

or I am your pet lord, born to fulfill your wish

with no verve of my own, all my yearnings foolish!

I might have lost some battles, for show,

might have given you the space you know..

but little does it mean for the outer world to see,

I still am the man, I always used to be!

I feel like a fleet of ships blocking your horizon,

Or the waves, unfolded, extinguishing your cauldron. 

I feel like an entity, you can any day ask to leave,

without elan within me, and you ready to bereave!

..but my love remains, and I am not your enemy,

nor am I your slave, never will you get used to me,

I shall remain your companion, sharing your smiles,

your love of life, ready to walk all the miles,

Leave my freedom love, its not for you to peruse,

Its a gift of lord, bound in the mortal noose.

When I will die, I shall give it up once and for all,

Till then I request you to keep your ideas apart!

No, I am not, not the pet that your aspired for,

perhaps, not the good lord, nor am I the mythical thor,

I am not an entity, and there is nothing you'd cleave,

believe me love even I can ask you to leave..

Poem Definition: 16 Oct 2011

Cage

When it hurts to be together in love, and its easier to be apart, when the love still exists..and the silence plays its part..dedicated to the women I still love..i still like and I live away from..

It hurts to set you free,
but you'll never belong to me,
There may be love in my heart,
but not enough to be with u and still be apart


There are some questions of life,
Grave questions of future and past,
there are some failed poems and incomplete prose
..and the inspiration to complete them all.

If failures irks within me,
my victory defeats the victor,
with you following a religion inamorata,
I would be anything but your captor.

You were once the flying bird,
and I was overwhelmed with you soul,
if there is something I can give you,
I would give a pair of wings rather to console.

You can still fly high,
I have given you enough words,
you can still keep your feathers,
and keep your flocking birds.

I shall be happy to see you fly,
..go ahead and touch your sky,

I shall keep your memories within my heart,
I shall cherish your remembrance,
and thus ina I shall cherish our past.


Poem Definition: 29 Sept 2011

I m divine

Poem of the times when I forgot who I am, when I was unaware of my own form, and when it appeared to me in flesh, this is how I speak to him...
Dedicated to the lord inside, the personal divine..and his presence..


With flame in the eyes,
who art thou? No! U are not me!
You are just an illusion, 
A distorted image of reality.
And I..I am not so blessed,
What m I but a wandering monk,
ambling in search of eternity!


Thou art my image 
in the running water,
wherein sun burns in flames,
thou art the funny carnival mirror,
where giants appear midgets,
Is it your laughter at me, 
at what I really am?
or art thou a reflection of thy own grace?


It's good time, that I saw you,
your presence appears joyous,
With time I had lost all laughter,
your frame, your appearance is pious
maybe its me who had called you,
maybe you are my eternal love!
Or have you come to me on your own?
without the worldly glove.

I have traveled the world for serenity, 

I have trusted the nature's peace,

I regret doing the crime,

Its me who should cease,

with Life and eternity within me, 

The flames burn in my own eyes,

The lord, my god of eternity, 

builds immaculate accord inside.

I gather..


There is no outer to this inner world,
it's the reflection of my own soul
be it the running water, or the carnival mirror
my nature shall behold,
With flame in my eyes, 
and a bright smile of my face,
I see thou, in me, without this worldly race,
thou art my destination, thou are my lead,
thou art the perfumed fountain, 
where my journey has ceased.


Poem Definition: 27 Sept 2011

Symbols

Dedicated to my love my life, Inamorata, your presence is bliss, your touch mesmerizing, your lips addictive,
To the presence of the person who has been one of the most beautiful poems dedicated to me by the lord...

I burnt your effigy and buried the remains in the sea

and now you, inamorata, dare to come back to me?

Your memories, your life, your ironies still exist with me,

But symbolically, I've dumped them, I've offered them to thee.

What remains is the hands, which committed these heinous crime,

and the brunt of the fire, that I lit to burn your effigy.

what remains perhaps is the course of your soul,

which I never knew then, will be related to me!

On the surface I may hate you, I shall hate you for sure,

Deep within you know I love you, I love you all the more,

There shall be questions and answers and people will ask me the fate,

I may again love to tell them that I took you out on a date!

They may spit, they may shout, they may beat me inside out,

They may ridicule me for this generous turn around,

but what do they know about the insides of you I may ask?

Will they know, inamorata, that freedom is you everyday task?

I have died a thousand deaths, I've lived a thousand lives,

I've been good to people, I've been bad all this while,

I have tried to console them, I've ridiculed them in turns

I've balanced the economy, lest my soul should churn,

But with you this economy appears like a infinitesimal little term,

With you inamorata, there was little I could burn

You exist and your path exist, and so exist you and me,

Let the world think all about us, what else can they do but burn our effigy?

Poem Definiton: 03 Sept 2011

The Ruler of my soul

This poem is an ode to the almighty and his inherent capacity of bringing bliss to my life, dedicated to one of the most special person..one of the few people whom I bow down to..dedicated to Mae and her madness for the lord and his creations..!


In the backdrop of the skies and High sea,
thy limitless love fathoms into my limited being,
and I innate in the earth of dirt and the twines
fail to recognize thy ultimate might.

O'lord of the oceans and the mighty skies,
and the lord of the earth thy cosmic spy,
give me the strength to fight no more,
give me the strength to deeply love and adore.

Give me the peace to live and survive,
and the lessons to imbibe your pompous stride,
give me your heart, your tolerant soul,
O' lord of light, I yearn for thy puissant core

Thou art the the giver of the nourishing rain,
thou art the reason for amelioration of my pain,
Give me your rain, your nourishing sky,
give me the fruits of this pious cry.

Now shalt I ask no more from you,
How shalt I ask you more than thou?
Take me away from this kingdom abhor.
Take me in your world, 'the ruler of my soul'

Poem Definition : 27 July 2011