Silent tears

I have no clue as to what should be done, sure you rises me alright but doesn't set to be gone.
whole body is heated up with strong fire power, it neither burns nor kills with tremendous power
I repeatedly asks myself are we done, loved some one but harassed none, i have been carried away by her one action, lovely and sweet smile has put me out of action.
I have surrendered and bowed to her, taken vow not to name her anywhere.
always keep close and silently remember, she always invades memory and trouble... neither allows sound sleep not liberates from such troubles, 
I find her where i concentrate or look at prompts me to revile with smile and suddenly off sets, I shall lead a life but without murmur.. shall hold forever and permanently forbear, may go to dark corner and hide the face if proves unbearable.
Shall not allow tears to shed or fall to create any.. any trouble.

In the land where dreams giving birth

Does this ache..remember our names..?
My lips curl the syllable of her want and words are hushed the blood of passions wound, tastes bitter, and painted on the canvas of my mind memories burn the taste that first breath of heaven, spilled from finger traced lips, melded by that which forged me and set upon her earthen silks, I am and will be, once more, the steel in her lace, my heart weeps, into midnight's ebony.
The calligraphy of mist, entwines my soul born again and bathed in a silvered incantation's weave, seeking her nightshade eyes, I feel her presence resting in the circle of my arms absorbing an inked haze, my addicted soul cannot deny, these hours of moonlight minutes, peace, on inhaled breaths, thoughts, unraveling the poetry of body into the opium of needs.
I hang the moon against the rise and fall of her breath taming the spiral inside my soul, her dream scented glow, swallows my dark and the liquid heat, takes me deep into the recesses of her muted murmurs, her slender hands, stitch the wounds that tore my heart, woven to caress, healing on this night of shadows, laced, with the softness of desire.
She feels my breath, and the languid flow of my tears. hope fills me, so close to shatter, catching the air escaping from quivering lips. begging the ease of ache.. wrapping heaven around her, in a tangle of limbs, pulsing the throb of thrusting memories as my body finds solace to arch my crave finding wild. within her whispers of primal.
I dance, yearn...within her hands, in awe of this collide within a shroud of cobalt bliss arising. carrying the seeds of fire, warmed in the breath of her .. reaching, endlessly toward the sky. staining me in truth... burnt with amber eruptions, singing with silent screams.... moistened beneath the indigo sighs, of cloud burst.... and linked, infinite in the mists of wallow.... the silhouette of destiny hovers, my fractured breath, silencing the fall of echoes.. floating .. past midnight... and,
My ink spills... crimson.. hot, against her skin and she feeds me fierce, tainted with whispered words, ripped from my soul, soothing my angst.. enfolding me in her smooth of tongue.. the shadowed desire of her body, a silken slide... her lashes lowered, and the amber, that flows, swirling.. frenzied, a cindered heat, through veins filled with the soft of surrender, passing through the sighs of temptation.
She exhales my name, feather light....and I am tattooed tender to her velvet.. while she becomes baptised into my flesh, my ink, her satin parchment, ascribing need into her soul... I find myself mute, to all but the rhythm of breath, forsaking the stars, I cradle her needs... in murmured words of dark promises...tracing her with my soul in this life or another,

Not all dreams came true.

Deaming in day time is not at all good, Good thoughts and efforts work as food, Earnest efforts to come out of wood.
Failure may stun and you loose the hope, Still not difficult to walk on tight rope
It is not bad to dream for high sky, Speak always truth and do not lie, You may not have wings to fly, Still nothing wrong to work and try, No need to think or needlessly cry
You must have third sense to rise, All acts should be sensible and wise
Rise and fall is part of the game, Goal and ideas you must frame, No use trying luck or fate to blame.

It is only memory and no more wishes

The joy has disappeared and gone far away, the laugh has remained illusion and can’t be found on the way.
The enjoyment has remained only in name without any purpose, there is no deliverance in anything and everything I have to assume or suppose.
The patch up chance is diminished, the friendship treaty is finished.
The peaceful meetings are over, everything is exposed for the want of cover.
I am mentally.. about to be finished, everything is just in flames and vanished.
There remains nothing but only ashes, It is only memory and no more wishes.
It has come to an abrupt end, No happy news can ever be sent.
No exchange of good wishes possible, The reunion is nearly impossible.
The clouds are about to rain or are over cast, They were moving very fast
They were empty but showed as I full, There prevailed calm and near lull
It may be good sign or very good indication, I was really relieved from suffocation
It was proving difficult to hang on for nothing, There was distrust and everything in it was missing
It is nice to sever the relation if can’t go with trust, All the steps are necessary and comes as first
There has to be clear understanding and is must, It must appear normal and must go on as casual or just
I was always at the receiving end and suffered humiliation,  There no sincere efforts from her side for reconciliation.
I was pout to harassment for no fault of mine, She never regretted it and always felt fine
Life is two wheels o chariot, One can’t act as an idiot
They will have to move it together, No one should try to sabotage or try to alter
It can’t remain as one side affair, All niceties and decency is considered as fair 
It has to be proved all the way along, Nothing should be proved contrary or wrong
It is bound to fail if any one proves to be insincere, It may be considered as treachery and attempt not sincere
It will send shock waves if it comes to tragic end, The relation may end and amount to unbecoming of friend
It doesn’t involve sexual feelings alone but something more, Both vow to stand by in critical time and sincerely adore
They will jointly approach the problem and earnestly explore, will be settled satisfactorily and nothing will remain in store

human peacefulness

Let us search for inner voice, it makes more noise
we hear no sincere call, that takes to down fall
There is always continuity, we the human beings offer best quality
the nature too has offered us fineness,we hear and obey the truthfulness
the soul always guide and does not cheat, it leads you to perfection and meet
all we want in earnestness, Leave trail behind for others to trace
The final time is destined, whether you remain inclined or declined
it is for us to make it light in life, even though it may be as an edge of knife

My fall is not your rise

Come and read between the lines those are the fruits of sleepless night
With aching hands, Boiling mind dripping with blood glowing as light
The pen scratching, some truth on the round glove white
In the wish to balm your scares left on your heart.
To sooth your worries and wash your confusion
He dives
Deep to the bottom of the ocean, man, just to make you smile,
When you are down, he lifts you up,
When you are up, he celebrate you,
Words are nailed
To make a garland
To spread scent on your heart to inject more joy in your life,
Come, read between the lines, 
Growing and advances, Innocence left stranded.. No freshness no truth around
Hovering and hanging only black cloud,
Words are now poison
Minds are full of pollution
Glances now looking the weakness, Wicked naked vulgar the strongest, Wishes lost wings and... died
What a happy you celebrating your winning while I'm searching for a crack ... or cave to hide.

the clock

The clock was ticking
It made sound of striking
Both arms moving with long space
Competition to reach out in race
It is closing at last moment
Both arms are struck with no movement
The expiry is over with no sign of revival
It is confirmed there is no more survival
The body is laid for rest
It served till the last with its best
The life span was spread over years
Now no more sound or voice to reach ears
It has no relevance today
Two arms are not crossing the way
They are stuck with as they are
The distance is increased to remain very far
The clock will be thrown and body cremated
The goodness will be remembered and narrated
The nice and noble work to remain in memory
Now there is no concern or worry

In the seas of my soul, there is you.

Love has no shape, color, creed or caste
It has wide range and can never die out or last
To think of it is madness and sheer waste
Can any one explain whether it has sour or sweet taste?
The God has put one sensational device
It bits on ceaselessly with mute voice
It can cry, laugh and express anger
With all helplessness when faced with hunger
The wound can be healed with medicine
The happiness and sadness can also be seen
The heart may bleed but there won’t be trace
Only some lines may reflect on sullen face
If love is to be believed then can be found in ant region
If it that is to be worshipped then it needs no religion
All religions teach and profess same contents
Never have they come out with any adverse statements
Al spoke of more than one language with same spirit
The love and peace should lead the way even in dim light
So long there is love there is chance
It is to be tried by all and not at once
It has unique way of handling the crisis
The magic spell of it always forms the basis

Can love be altered to hate or poison?
Can there be any criteria or specific reason?
As love has no color or fragrance to smell
How poison can be expressed or written well?

Some scientists tried to test the poison
There was no need to explain its position
What did it cost to human life as result?
It has quality which is real and in built
Let love be not confined to any creed
Let it not be give any type of wrong feed
It must mushroom in natural way
No one may have any objection to express or say
It has push pull action
There is no swing or any reverse reaction
It will pulsate regularly to fine the refuge
Both the companions may have no reasons to refuse
If you can not facilitate then do not obstruct at least
It may give different color and twist
It will be pushed to corner and never meet again
The position may not come true to regain
It is hard fact of life that we must realize
If necessary then consent and oblige
Do not create any type of the blockade
Let it excel without being lost or fade

If you read this.. it's too late

It was not going well
There was nothing more to think or tell
We did nothing except allowing axe to fall
It was disseverance to nature’s call
I passed through the same sand desert
The wing was slowing blowing with concert
Without you I had no love for rising sun
It was about ugly or bad turn
It reminds me of gently spoken words
They were quite enough to look forward
Dream of a land where sky was generally to meet
The sand was making way for our resolute feet
Soon the cool breeze may evaporate
The night mare may only be left to narrate
The dusty and hot wind may blow
We have resolved to be part and grow
The nature has proved cruel
It has added and fuel
Igniting the wishes with no extinguishers
Where are those all... my good wishers?

Shall I come back again..!
With all flowers in hand to remain
With your close identify for ever
Shall it not stay forever and ever..!
I never back tracked and ran away
It was pulling me far and away
The cool breeze never appealed
All thoughts of desertion got repealed
I know it may be living hell
It may be doom’s day spent in shell
I remember you always and offer a pray
It is neither easy to forget., Nor the days to pass or let
It is not the cruel fate.., We are only easy pry and very late
You could easily speak through eyes
It spoke of everything without any “why..s”
I waited for your nod to reach my ears
It has gone swiftly to hear it for years
I had silently preferred to walk away
It was advisable to watch from distance and stay
The fortune was expected to swing
All happiness and new life was to bring

Yesterday when I was young

Yesterday when I was youngThe taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame,
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the years ran away
Yesterday, when I was young
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me, me and nothing else at all
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young

Never give up on you.

Love and affection has tremendous strength
Meet the target on same wave length
So much joy to lead or to be led
To achieve the goal and never feel sad,
Millions have learnt and changed course
Any layman can learn and change concourse
Only one good impetus and see the result
Deep sorrow and downfall with only one insult
Love is not confined to physical relation
It is humanly behavior with good indication
It can alter the destiny of a person
It is backed by many examples and reasons
It has always influenced the mankind
It shown the way even to the blind
No one has dared to defy the true love
They have always gained when drove back
Some one may take vow to prove the worth
The talent is available and there is no dearth
Still you need a driving force to back the initiative
Then the whole thrust is becoming subjective
What is force behind such powerful ambition?
Is it own skill, hidden urge or inhibition?
There is true intention for achieving something
This is only required and is considered a great thing
A person is tempted or led to believe
At home mother takes care to relieve
His complete burden and comes to rescue
He has been provided whatever is expected to review
The friends and relatives too provide some momentum
His ambitions are fuelled and allowed to mushroom
He has now open space to give realization to dream
He need not bother now for any fear or to scream
His personal life too carries enough of weight
It is greatly influenced by whether to go wrong or right
He need not run unnecessarily after and enter fight
He should complete domination by keeping them in sight
When you are engulfed with lots of problems?
You are not at all carried away by them
The goal is very much in mind with full of enthusiasm
He is never afraid of failure, sarcastic or criticism
Even if there is little hesitation to loose aim or sight
You may probably loose the interest with no delight
It will the be fruitless or aimless mission
You will have guilty conscience for admission
There has to be some main force behind to achieve
You must have capability and powerful urge to believe
This all will lead to some consolation or honorable achievement
It will satisfy you with some of memorable and pride moments

Holly promises

The joy has disappeared and gone far away
The laugh has remained illusion and can’t be found on the way
The enjoyment has remained only in name without any purpose
There is no deliverance in anything and everything I have to assume or suppose
The patch up chance is diminished
The friendship treaty is finished
The peaceful meetings are over
Everything is exposed for the want of cover
I am mentally about to be finished
Everything is just in flames and vanished
There remains nothing but only ashes
It is only memory and no more wishes
It has come to an abrupt end
No happy news can ever be sent
No exchange of good wishes possible
The reunion is nearly impossible
The clouds are about to rain or are over cast
They were moving very fast
They were empty but showed as I full
There prevailed calm and near lull
It may be good sign or very good indication
I was really relieved from suffocation
It was proving difficult to hang on for nothing
There was distrust and everything in it was missing
It is nice to sever the relation if can’t go with trust
All the steps are necessary and comes as first
There has to be clear understanding and is must
It must appear normal and must go on as casual or just
I was always at the receiving end and suffered humiliation
There no sincere efforts from her side for reconciliation
I was pout to harassment for no fault of mine
She never regretted it and always felt fine
Life is two wheels o chariot
One can’t act as an idiot
They will have to move it together
No one should try to sabotage or try to alter
It can’t remain as one side affair
All niceties and decency is considered as fair
It has to be proved all the way along
Nothing should be proved contrary or wrong
It is bound to fail if any one proves to be insincere
It may be considered as treachery and attempt not sincere
It will send shock waves if it comes to tragic end
The relation may end and amount to unbecoming of friend
It doesn’t involve sexual feelings alone but something more
Both vow to stand by in critical time and sincerely adore
They will jointly approach the problem and earnestly explore
Everything will be settled satisfactorily and nothing will remain in store

Days will never come.

Where are those moments of golden pride?
Why do we forget them and hide?
They are no less important in today’s context?
They can be useful in passing present test
days can not remain same
No efforts should made to blame
The same mood can be maintained
The feelings can be easily explained
We learn from past mistakes and go ahead
It becomes easier to forge and lead
We started to learn from the day one
This was our concern and can be solved by none,
Agony, pain and anguish may for part
We need to forget all and have fresh start
This is how fresh water can be flowed
The stagnation can never be allowed,
When we start to know the fellow human being
New dimension is added and something is assured of to bring
It mat relate to efforts for bringing new kind of thinking
Where all can be lifted for good without any fear of sinking
We have same feeling in songs
Love, sympathy and brotherhood expressed in words
No show of deception and sincerity in approach
God too is willing and helping in such
Any one can search the soul and ask
What lay before him as dedicated task?
What does he do to strengthen the movement?
So the humanity survives to an extent
Not all can be lead to believe in what is said?
It is practice for self and conditions not to be laid?
What can be influenced most in daily routine?
As the emergence of sun plays part with sun shine
The truth is simple to be understood like day light
No one can prove it wrong or right
It is reality and has all the essence of truthfulness
Only we can have little try to prove its usefulness
I have all the rights to give shape to future
No one can come and apprise me to make it sure
Lord has give us sense to choose between two
I shall choose the simple one which is true
I am sacrificing nothing for cause
It is expected from all because
This is simple way of falling in line
Rest all can be expected very fine
It was never a problem in present or past
Now the life has changed and moving very fast
No one has got little time to devote for fresh beginning
It can be made as love sport with fresh inning

Forbidden yet irreplaceable.

And what you meant..!
After you speak
Meet yours that mean,
With your cheeks and hair,
Something more wise,
More dark,
And far different.
Even so the lark
Loves dust
And nestles in it
The minute
Before he must
Soar in lone flight
So far,
Like a black star
He seems -
A mote
Of singing dust
Afloat
Above,
The dreams
And sheds no light.
I know my lust...
Is love
And your lust..
Is dignity.

Don't wait for more

Like the touch of rain she was, On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus, has taken him by surprise
With the love of the storm.. he burns, he sings, she laughs,
But forgets when he returns,
As I shall not forget her 'hello friend'.
Those two words shut a door, Between me and the blessed rain'
That was never shut before, And ... will not open again.

Missing parts

I have prepared my self mentally, It is firm resolve and commitment totally
I shall be gentle and very kind, This quality you will always find
I have made so many good start, You can feel it .. at heart
It is simpl truth and not a lie, You can trust me and rely
I shall go to any length, As you had remained my real strength
I may have all the time positive attitude, I shall never prefer isolation or solitude
I will do all the possible to reassure, The life would be beautiful for sure
It shall not be borken for any of the reason, I shall prove to be a worthy person
Touch me from any of the angle, Heart, mind and soul has made it fine trangle
It breathes for well being of your existence, It had always been my endevour and insistence
You may touch my feelings and go, Certain things you shall have to forgo
It can’t sustain any more shocks, I have reopened all the locks
I shall work for total recall, It will never be a free fall
It is genuine wish and internal feeling, I have expressed it often with positive inkling
Nothing can reassure than your commitment, I have waited eagerly for your nod and comment
I shall take it as fine victory for mutual trust, As it is symbolic gesture and possibly must
I have tried to be far away from the truth, It hasn't always helped me to sooth
I'll take it as divine blessings, Without it, some elments will always be missing

gift..

What makes us to long for at last.?
As life may be moving very fast
All stages may pass off very quickly
One will have to bear it happily or sadly
It may not be pleasing to all
Some one may consider it unfortunate arrival
Yet that is beautiful gift from one and only one
Who can dispute His presence and claim to be undone
Through out the life you have remained very truthful
The result had been awarding and you were successful
It never remained mystery or puzzling
As you had more and more inkling
Who knows who has consumed whom?
Where all the happiness has come from?
Love it as it is never planned
By luck only you are gifted with foe or friend
One may go away with full satisfaction
His departure may not be marred by his action
Very few may get tearful good bye
No one can get it even if vainly try
What is left behind as final gift?
Is it the strained relation with so much of rift?
Or living message of love for complete shift
All together different message for positive lift
Don’t curse Him for any of our lapses?
We have missed so many misses
We have taken no note of any signal
It is simple argument but not complete denial
We live completely on His mercy
We have no other role except to accept his pity
Either you do it smilingly or unwillingly
It may take place whether you take unhappily or

out of borders

It is nice to dream a reality, noble and standard is the qualityit drives powerfully among herds, the beautiful music will be made by birds
At heart you always dear, liked by all and to be addressed as dear, preferred nice words to hear, without any stab to fear
No one tries look so elegant, for it comes automatically or instant.
people may know by actions not by words, As there are blessings from outside the borders.
Do we have to sail against winds and reach the shore, still remain ordinary and ask no more.

Come to me.

Eyes were swollen and red with some pain, They were not bright as ever or looked plain
It carried so much behind it and reflected, Some one as if had deliberately inflicted
I tried to hide the emotions to put brave front, It surfaced again to counter and confront
Was that so difficult to suppress and confine, Nothing was going my way and didn’t look fine
I understood the importance of being alone, Was not the life journey to be cut as one..!
What was the use of showing it to the strangers.!, I was in continuous rage and in anger
What would I tell if I happened to see her..?
How will I hide the red eyes which will definitely beam?
Still it was far off to result it in reality, I was in her life a special entity
I still confronted her and expressed an ire, “What do you see in my eyes and admire
I shall be happy if you can just put it right”, She stood motionless but did not loose sight
I smiled at her and threw a poser, She read and understood it as composer
“I see complete sea deep treasure, But have no words to express pleasure”
I can see the anguish behind your good smile, You are deep in thought for a while, You think how would we cover an extra mile..! I promise to take you across meanwhile
I can't read each and every word, Stand by you in the midst of any need,
Come... Come and join me and not run away or fled, Only the thing if you decide to come forward.

And when life push us down, we addicted hope.

Books after books are written on this subject, No one has advanced any particular reason to reject.
It has such a tremendous driving force to sweep, You will be left with joy and later on only to weep.
Such  nice feeling from bottom of the heart, No one knows exactly when it will end or start
It can not be marketed all over for certain price, It is so precious and its feeling isn't always very nice.
One may be counting starts in night, No one may know exactly what is right..?
It is to be felt from within and alone, It has its own joy to be enjoyed by two not only one.
Have you seen person weeping with joy..!
It is delicate phase one may pass through, All lies around and nothing seems to him true
Only one word should strike to her mind all the way, “I long for you and can not remain away” It is nice to feel all the way very good, No care for anybody and neglecting the food.
It is like child asking for impossible, Landing in unexplored field with trouble
You may rightly attempt to write poetic verses, Tearing papers, writing all over and near misses
Nothing goes right from the beginning, It has disastrous start with the innings
One may try to hide the face but can not cry in open, Try to prove point by painting gloomy side with pen.
Then also if no way is found out, taking his old car going for long drive.. just to thinking all the positively how to come out of it and survive, for as much as life pushed him down.. he became an addicted for hope.