Wings of Poison

Wings of Poison

…. written exactly a year ago on an addiction I had …. free from its promiscuous grasp now … 😦 😉 🙂

Poems

Only death can save me from this madness
and the horror of this horrendous fall
but until then I must hurry, my friend,
for can’t you hear too, how sweet poison calls!

I must forget my yesterdays to live
with the last shreds of sanity that hang
by a fragile thread from my fading mind,
too thin to survive memory’s cruel fangs!

Neither can I have any dreams for tomorrow,
for I have had too many broken already
and even one more would now be enough to throw
my screaming mind past the borders of sanity!

But then, sweet poison has promised to give me back my wings,
so I may become a wanderer with no attached strings!

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In The City

yet another poem on Moonlight … written on 2012

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Through the window moonlight is seeping in,
flooding my senses with a silver glow.
In the city moonlight is a rare thing
amid the hard bricks of prosperity,
with rapid shrinking of the open space
both on the ground and above for the sky.
In the city moonlight is a rare scene
as it fades above the blinding light
from too many human innovations
stacked all around, diminishing the breadth
of what our eyes might have seen otherwise.
Except a few painful hours through the night
when power too becomes a rare thing
and the city spent from the humid day
sweats with us locked in our pigeonholes
while moonlight shines through the weary world.

I have seen moonlight on the virgin shore
of an island, made up of blazing sand
on the face, with fertile silts heaped below
and bathed in the diffusing silver glow.
I have seen moonlight…

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Homo Avaritia

Homo Avaritia

The readers may like to go through the following report to know the context of the poem…

http://www.thedailystar.net/country/rajon-killing-jalalabad-oc-suspended-117502

How could you let them go away?
Don’t you have children of your own!
For money, how much did you say?
Just seven thousand dollars, wow!

Don’t hide behind your posts or uniforms,
that will not give you any relief from
my conscience and my soul! The verdict says,
you are guiltier than the charges being framed.

Still, the court shall give a reward, instead
and recognize your kind as members of
a species that has not been researched yet,
Homo Avaritia shall be its name!

Though humanoid in appearance you live
on crime and corruption entirely
and your staple food is bribe, squeezed from the weak
but your veins are thick with flattery for the strong.

Finally, the court must also admit, your kind
has the upper hand in here for quite a long time.

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Moonlight

it’s how the moon keeps me enchanted forever… 🙂

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Moonlight raining down silver, blue and white.
Hills and meadows around are flooded with it
And the city too is soaked in the light.
The sky is cloudless and the twinkling stars
Sitting on their thrones, moving away
With blinding speed that’s ever on the rise.
Rivers taking the color of the moon,
Flowing in silent curves, serpentine.
Grasses, dark green standing wet with the fog,
Trees and their leaves with a silver shine,
Silently, glowing in the moon’s embrace.
The world is steeped in a pure silence too.
The sky and the world, held in awe tonight
By the silver moon and her azure light.

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Love The Moon, Instead

Dedicated to a fellow blogger MOONSKITTLES @ https://moonskittles.wordpress.com/

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I think, I’d rather love the moon, instead;
for she is more pristine in the real world
than she’d ever be in my fancy dreams,
unlike others that I have come across,
although charming, in beauty never close
to what I had imagined them to be.

Yes, I know she has a pitch black side too,
a part that neither had nor ever will
wake up to the warmth of the rising sun,
unlike others that I have come across,
like polished diamonds groomed and glistening,
though dark as hell beneath their brightened skin,
made up with poison, rogue and mascara.

Now do you see why one should love the moon, instead?

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