Perplexed and perturbed
Pen I grab
I blow my life
And in my verses I survive
Sometimes I blabber
Some random thought
Sometimes I etch
The reflection of my heart
Sometimes I portray
A tinge of delight
Sometimes in gloom
My pen halts
However dire
It may seem
I do not wish to die
I plead not for extols
Or fallacious words
Slash apart
Assess my flaws
Don’t let me plunge
Into an unreachable horizon
As I wish not to die
But, I wish to rise
Tampering my flaws
As I wish not to die
I wish to rise
Flowering my potency
I wish to admire
The warmth of the scarlet sun
The sweetness of the dew drops
The freshness of the early dawn
The scent of the vivid blossoms
If tomorrow comes
I wish to show my gratitude
To my parents and siblings
To my teachers and preachers
To my subordinates and bosses
To my colleagues and pals
If tomorrow comes
I wish to conclude
The undone tasks
The unsaid words
And see the unseen places
And feel unfelt emotions
If tomorrow comes
Lain at the rim of my life
As I wait for the fiend of death
I wish to understand
Death after life
Life after death
If tomorrow comes…..
From void I emerged
Genesis it was
Then a struggle
To unravel
The meaning
Of my existence
My efforts plunged
Into eternity….
Then one fine day
I sank once more
Into void…..
Then Transformation
Renaissance once more…..
I just asked for
A share of you
To sate my hunger
But your callous heart
Perceived not my need
A victim of your rage
I lie lifeless
Once an alive mosquito……
The j(z)ealous moon
Rented a satin sheet
From the clouds
To hide its f(g)ac(z)e
After being
Spell bounded
By your exotic beauty
My crystal heart clouds
At your sight
I pen my sour memories
As a tear rain
You halt for an instant
Then depart
as a galloping gale
Stopping the rain
Restoring the pain
For a future shower....
Shedding
My autumn tears
I nurture
My spring hope
Rising from my grave
I see the sunshine
Renaissance it is
