Sonnet 269

Show me not the scarlet seal of belonging on your part,
I have won many a greater things with my heart!
I can smell the fragrance of your cascading locks,
driving me insane like a magma rock!
My emptiness keeps getting amplified,
though the opposite is an illusion in human life!

    

I have had my fill of crooked social ways,
too engrossed with the days ahead but not the coming year;
indifferent until one’s own-self is betrayed
and then it is nothing less than an all out war!
Now I have wiped my hands and the sparks too been left behind,
I swear by the Pacific of your probing eyes!

   

Do you see that curve, up front, splitting away like a snake,
there let us part our ways with a silent smile and a stooping shake!

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By Time

By the cold ticking hands of time I swear,
I have never held a grudge against anyone
save myself, my bitter self, too eager
always, to rectify and looking for the sun
even within the heaviest, darkest cloud!

   

By the unforgiving hands of time I promise,
there shall not be a tremor at my heart
for anything even a little less than what is
the origin of all the things and love,
anymore, I swear, so you’d better have no doubt!

  

By the ever gyrating hands of time I guarantee
this time around no well would ever cascade into springs!
I am the garden, unseeded, whose flowers’ knell has been rung,
fading away. So, break my heart for I must hold my tongue!

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The Joker And The Moon

“O God! God! Why have you forsaken me?” –
said the Joker, looking up at the midday sky.
“O God! God!” – He muttered through His parched lips,
as blood instead of tears kept flowing from His eyes!

On a snail’s back the evening arrived,
the wailing moon seemed to be in a lot of pain
which dabbed a soft shade of blue on her lights.
Full aglow, yet a silent gloom hung on her face!

He was gone from the pole and from His grave
by the time the third sun had feasted on the sad moon,
toiling for peace through the wild seas of shame,
for salvation that came not a moment too soon!

One score of centuries past, there she is,
as always, sad, soft and bright with a silver glow
beaming on a planet full of thieves.
Out of the blue the howling wind begins to blow!

The moonlight, strewn by the wind, soaks me to my core.
How pitiful that the world goes about, caring no more!

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