An Ode To The Face

Poems

When my heart was pierced through
by an airy sting, bittersweet,
from Cupid’s bow, I woke up with a jolt.
Beads of sweat on my skin
belied the cold darkness of the night.
I could not discern the room for a while,
everything seemed strange
until slow memories came back.
An intense longing left me overwhelmed
as I sat on my bed,
creased and crumpled, with stains all around,
engrossed in the sharp contours of her face,
painted vivid on my mind,
though who she was I could not tell,
as I had never seen the like of such
beauty and charm alive.
I could recall the details shown,
even the tiniest one, in an eerie dream,
like her nose was Grecian
and her eyelashes, lush and long
and neither thick nor too thin were her lips
but nothing she had beyond,
like a bold portrait on a page,
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Come, Revive Me

Come, Revive Me

     

Steeped in a semi drunkenness I dreamed
of her, as the seconds stretched into hours,
the sweetness, emanating from her petite limbs
enveloped me like music from a divine lyre!

   

How swiftly did I forget, if I was
still alive or dead, as if life itself
became suspended from a fine thread of who knows what
and my dreams dumped behind a prehistoric shelf!

   

Were they teardrops running down from my eyes,
though I felt a curve around my lips too?
It’s an irony that bitterer was the smile,
while my transparent teardrops tasted like sweet sorrows!

    

Come and revive me from this semi drunkenness of death,
I have dreamed for long enough, now I ought to come alive!

   

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War on Human Tyranny

Poems

If I had the scepter of the world in my hand
I would have blown the trumpet of Armageddon
to annihilate this old universe tonight,
in rebellion against the tyranny of humankind!

If I held the sway over all the lands of earth
or over liquid-life occupying thrice as much,
I would have made them rise in unison tonight,
in rebellion against the tyranny of humankind!

If I had in my right the sacred commands of men,
who would sacrifice their lives for a noble cause,
I would have ordered them to march with me tonight,
in rebellion against the tyranny of humankind!

But in the end all I am left with in my hand
is this humble pen with which
I have begun my war on human tyranny,
so now, would you please stand by me!

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Death of A Soul

A sonnet written during the last Ice Age (June 2014) 😉

Poems

Well, I have tasted betrayal and I have tasted hatred too
and I have shed both my tears and blood from the pain.

Perhaps you are thinking that I have had enough
of these crippling emotions for a life but no,
I shall taste them over and over yet again,
happily, instead of a little indifference!
For the bitterness of both betrayal and hatred pale
against that of an indifferent human heart.

Behold the moon, shrouded by those fair and foamy clouds,
can you see how the silver light is growing red!
It happens when a warm heart grows indifferent
and I know, somewhere a soul had its final breath.

But of course, humankind being so adept at adapting,
we can live normally even without a soul, inside!

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Orgasm of Ideas

Orgasm of Ideas

  

The sheer ecstasy and delight
of an orgasm in the realm of ideas,
the rarest too and the most desired kind,
eclipse those of the baser one.

    

If the latter is a moment
then the first is as eternal as life!
If an orgasm brought by an assortment
of some organs to another
is as long as life, a spiritual one
is unceasing like the eternity!

     

Orgasms of ideas are more delightful
than all the other joys of life, combined,
as our organs have proved to be ephemeral
but our spirits, too certainly, are eternal! 

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