The White Dove's Flight

Neighbourhood white dove's flight,
Now a free bird, you're out of sight,
Flying away over the desert,
And into the sunset,

Memories of how you'd suffered all this while,
Now your time has come,
To spread your wings and fly,
Look how they shine,

Soaring high up above,
With wind beneath your wings,
Will you now be the symbol of peace and love?
Wish you all the best in life and the luck it brings

Revelation

High up above in the blue sky,
The sea gulls sing and sea gulls cry,
As I stand alone on this white sandy beach,
Trying to leave my mark on the sands of time,
I hear the waves lashing against the rocks,
I see the conch shells and corals around the dock,
Already there, waiting for me,
While they've left their marks on the sands of time.

Bitter Sweet

Mind is on the anvil,
Waiting for the strikes,
Remembering the last devil,
While the priest reads my rites,

Some things are made to be broken,
Life is but a token,
You can't buy over the counter,
And you know you can't count on her,

Mind on the anvil,
Waiting for the last strike,
Remembering my devil,
Before turning to the dust we bite.

Attempted Haiku, Confused, Turned Out A Joke!

You wish,
The truth not be hidden,
From your naked eyes.

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Pasqueflowers and the child,
In full bloom,
Life is not wild.

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Dancing,
In this rain,
Children play in the street.

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Scream,
But, your voice fails,
Under fear.

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Condescending dreams,
The butterfly motion,
As he lies in white sheets of satin.

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The guitar,
He practices every night,
Has no strings.

A Fight For Life - Part 2

With every step, her fragile bare feet burn,
Her life's twists and many a turn,
Has brought her to her knees,
A pious prayer, now prays upon, geez!

She has walked many a mile,
It is "LIFE" and not reconcile,
She has to go on, but she can only moan,
With only pasqueflowers in the wild, she's all alone,

Her favourite orchid's not bloomed as yet,
Procrastination, as its needs have not been met,
She still carries her fetid hope,
Now, she has to nothing to choose but the rope.

Gimme a break

A peck on the cheek, and things she would whisper and
say,
But your heart was made of clay,
T'was washed away by the waves on the same beach you lay,
Where you made passionate love to her the entire day,

Tell me did it bother your mind?
Was it a shame to hold her hand?
Or a surprise to find,
You had traveled to a distand land?



Now go take a break

Die Piggy

I want to hold you in my hands,
I want to give your skin a roasted feel,
I want to savor your meat with red wine,
I want to kill you so you can be my meal,

Die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die, die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, die,

I want your face adoring my tattered wall,
With your meat in my mouth,
I chew and digest, with no sense of fall,

Die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die, die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, die,

You taste so good,
You make a good food,
Daisy cooks good pork,
I’m ready with knife and fork

P.S: Keshav...this one's for ya! lol

Lost

It seems like I’ve lost my way,
I hit the road, but was walking jay,
It’s indeed a very hot day,
No compass, no beacon on the bay,

Life just goes on and in vain,
With so many questions unanswered,
Small and little things cause so much pain,
Wish I could fly high, like a bird,
And get my wings and feathers wet in the rain,

It seems so foolish to be dreaming,
When nobody hears what you are screaming,
This ain’t the life you got to be leading,
This ain’t the time to listen to my singing,

It’s time to get up and run,
You’ve come to the end of another hour of fun,
As the curtains are being drawn on yet another day,
Through the corner of my eye, I see you walk away,
And it seems I’ve lost my way.

Love

What is it in this world? I wonder,
That I love the most?
Is it the waves of the sea or the clouds across the ocean? I ponder,
Or is it the white sands or sea gulls flying? That it plays host,

Is it my beautiful mother? So pure and fine,
Or is it aged and old wine?
Is it my teachers who taught me?
Or my father who let me just be?

As I delve into its labyrinth,
I think of the lotus, the pond and the hyacinth,
And the pasqueflowers in the wild,
A life that is not so mild,

Or is it my sweet Emily?

A Child's Song

A flutter in the heart,
A sign of The first rain's arrival,
Wet brown earth and the jade grass,
Pasqueflowers in the wild,
The happiest moment in life of the child,

Cerulean skies, where eagles dare,
A grin, almost a wild laugh,
An open mind, life's been kind,
A tune takes the shape of a song,
That has been on his lips for so long,

Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
A song worth a hum,

A scion of an imperative madness,
He has traipsed around the world,
Singing his favourite song,
To the children the gypsies bring,
All day and all night the child will sing

Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
A song worth a hum.

Just a Prose

Life goes on in an unharmonious synchronization,

This is really the beauty of it,

Trudging the lanes less often taken,

With unknown consequences staring at your face,

The echo of the sound, which resounds,

Unmellifluously at first,

Sounds better with every taken step,

That is really the beauty of it,

Life is now cool and calm,

No sense of urgency whatsoever,

But less realizing the fact that,

There's a lull before a storm,

Which will take you by surprise,

And shock you out of life,

Well dear, that is the beauty of it,

If you could only have known beforehand,

What to expect and when,

Guess, the food called life,

Which is best eaten with hunger,

Wouldn't have been as tasty as it is,

Guess, not many people would like their food be bland,

And that is life and this is just a prose,

And that is really the beauty of it.

Hanging Virtues

I was taking a stroll in the garden of dreams,
When I came across an apple orchard,
The trees filled with crimson red apples,
Looked so inviting and tempting to me,

Two apples in particular fascinated me,
The first apple was the one I liked,
And the second liked me,

The orchard owner came up to me and said,
Son, you can have any but one,
It was a difficult choice that I had to make and run,

I was caught in the crossfire between,
Temptation and Tenderness,
Were they apples or hanging virtues, I thought,

I gazed at the adjacent lake,
The soft wind in my face,
Suddenly transformed into a strong gale,

The trees in the orchard started to sway,
It was as if they were telling me something,
And I had nothing to say,

Suddenly, the second apple fell into my hands,
I knew this was it; this was my day,
I thanked the lord and walked away.

Run

My eyelids are tired, but I can't close them yet,
Today I must run, keep running till I am safe,
Run I must till I can run no more,
Run I must, and run I will to win the bet,

My legs are tired, but I can't rest,
Lest, should I risk of letting them closer,
Lest, should I risk of letting them get past me,
Lest, should I risk of failing the test,

My hands have weakened, but I can't wait,
I have to dig to find my bone,
I have to dig that hole all alone,
I have to dig before it gets too late.

Come thee lord!

Come thee lord, come to me,
For thou art He,
And I am only a flea,
So teacheth me from A to Zee,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I can blessed be,
For I am the gravel of sand,
And thou art sea,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I am sick of the people around me,
Thou art supreme of beings,
So showeth me how to gel with my fraternity,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I want to see thee and be glee,
For I want to flee with thee,
Forever and ever unto infinty,

Come thee lord, come to me,
Come thee lord, to take me with thee,
For I would like to be buried in your chest,
Forever and ever unto eternity

A Fight For Life - Part 1

Way too slow,
Sometimes, too fast, too low,
She sways her hair across the face,
A glance, a daze,

Blind eyes meant for deception,
Working efficiently and unquestioned,
Unparalled reception,
Deficit in life, unmentioned,

Simply drags the rope called life,
Rags herself to strife,
Carries the burden of her world,
On her fragile shoulders, unfurled,

Destiny smiles, but is wicked,
Sarcasm is her daily bread,
Hears all the laughter in her head,
Like tolling bells, throbbing till she's dead,

A child of two, now tags on,
All her life she has been a pawn,
Her hand over her head, she has withdrawn,
And by dawn, her child and she will be gone,

All the male, in her life came like a gale,
She couldn't resist, and brought the hammer to the nail,
Now, all dead, and free, she has set sail,
Clinging to her dear child, an ail,

Someday, life on her and child will smile,
Hope, an instinct, vile,
Victory, she can see, will be hers, not revile,
And for that, with quick steps, she has to walk that mile.

Down The Memory Lane

A walk down the meandering road,
Of thoughts and nostalgia in the air,
Steps taken, forwards and back,
Seem forever and ever and eternity,

Soul searching,
Voice reaching.
Heart burning,
Mind screeching,

A dust, speck like in this life,
Creates ripples across the mind,
All the memory cuts like knife,
As it starts to settle down slowly, to unwind

Incomplete

Still sleeping in the wake of a cerulean dream,
All her world is yellow and cream,
The ghoulish nightmare makes a scream,
In the abyss of an endless seam

To Continue...

The Road Taken

Sunshine through misty gray haze,
Where mockery & jeer gaze,
The winding roads of torment, a maze,
On this mountain of pasqueflowers I laze,

One solitary soul afraid to show its face,
Walks far & wide without a trace,
A time, a thought & a race,
Garroted to destiny by a pink satin lace.

Sins?

All the belief is pride,
And I wonder,
Yet is a farce,

All the ego is envy,
And I wonder,
Yet is so human,

All the hunger is gluttony,
And I wonder,
Yet is of stomach,

All the love is lust,
And I wonder,
Yet is a chemistry,

All the hate is anger,
And I wonder,
Yet is pain,

All the gluttony is greed,
And I wonder,
Yet is a need,

All the ease is sloth,
And I wonder,
Yet is sluggish

So important is...it seems life is,
And I wonder,
Yet is so trivial,

Grave Call

As life blooms in this place extraordinaire'
It brings joy to this barren land,
Everything's well until the final bell,
It's time for the living to be called once lived and buried in sand.

It's time when I grip the surroundings,
It's time, and the farewell party begins,
Bring the residue to me one and all,
Cos I'm the grave and it's the final call.

All is dust and return is a must,
It doesn't matter if it's iron or rust,
You may come in black or in white,
Come to me I'm the grave...cos' nothing will survive.

The journey has begun and the clock's ticking soon,
No time to think if it was a boon,
You have reached the final destination, see,
Yes, I'm the TRUTH, Yes, I'm the grave, Yes, It's ME !!!