Eternal Tale

I shout because
They ever said
Silence doesn’t prevail…
And in this world
You need to be listened
To win and never fail

I followed path,
They loved me so
They never let me go…
’n they stayed to tell me words
Lest I didn’t know







Loud and louder…
To the deaf dumb globe
Deafening I would hail
Till my voice will shriller grow
And my lips grow pale

I saw the crowd rejoice
More to see
And less to hear
A forbidden barren voice

In rant and rave
To find me naive
I saw the crowd despise
An angered face of undergrowth…
Like steam from frozen ice

‘n I saw the crowd disperse
Like a phoenix to reborn
I saw the crowd rehearse
To born with sharper scorn
I saw it stealing faces
From the public corn
From the under-shroud…
I saw the growing crowd

And better yeah, they come
Now to no dismay…
To merriment, to joy
Wow! to the same array
Bah! the coy, the ‘they’

And do I tell my story?
No, the eternal tale
Where fail, yet we win
Win, yet we fail…

I shout because,
They ever said
Silence doesn’t prevail…

The illustration is taken from the internet.

I seek

In this glum chamber, I think
I seek something more
Some dampened walls with faces forming
I seek sodden corners
Perhaps more than four
I seek something more

And in this glum chamber I think
A cart chair and table
With mist telling the yester night
And bodies palpable

I seek stale odour
Of bygone pains
I seek wet patches
Of bygone rains

I seek an earthen pot
With slowly eroding brink
To slake my thirst with nature
With earth in my drink

In this glum chamber,
I seek cracks and holes
For grey sunbeams
To peep and spread the kohl

Not the bright windows
But dark window panes
To absorb the light of world
Voices and refrains

But in my glum chamber…

With dampened walls and sodden corners
Dark window panes
Cracks and holes
Grey sunbeam
And bygone rains

Earthen pots with broken brink
And dusky visual art
Forming faces
Mist on table
And chair made of cart

I think I seek some dry pages
To soak away the moistened heart

The illustration is taken from the internet.

She and Me

If I say this is not me
Then who else shall I be?
I fake my days like someone else?
I rather will never be?

But see my life is lived
And who else lived it all
With postures, gestures
Staged so well
A puppet or a doll?

No. I think it’s me
And I have emerged from past
Everyday a thespian
A journey never to last

From yesterday, from yester hour
Yester moment and now
Peeling down to thinner core
Newer and newer wow!

And I will vanish a day
When all my sheaths are shed
Leaving roads untrodden
Leaving books unread

There will be too much congestion
To easily pass away
Time will be thicker
With what I left on way

And I will fail to act,
Or say that it’s not me
For when I will die
I will die with ‘she’.

Self-made illustration.

Let me free her

I will die without a trace but one
My body will never be ruined
And it will be gathered
Wherever they see
Like a friend with them
Or a fiend

I have lived it’s enough
And I want to die
But I want to die within
For where it aches
Is not the world
It aches in me like sin

And so,
I wish to leave my corpse
For all to be along
And take my soul apart with me
To nowhere but keep alone

Jesus I am not
Who could be resurrected
Once, for all, he was done
But I am a man of credible capacity
Who bears the tendency to run

To run away from where it’s pensive
And run away from home
To err, not submit and find a world,
Where errors are taken not from

I will be there, if they solely want
And for that, I shall never decline
But let me ruin for a moment to free her
My soul has a world to find.

The illustration is taken from the internet.