Farewell!

Farewell!

Fare thee well my good friends, I pray to God,
may your futures be as bright as the sun!
I have always loved the moon’s eclipses
way too much to pine for the heaven’s warmth!

       

Fly hard, climbing higher and higher still
my dear friends until the wax in your wings
starts to melt and we shall meet again, you and me!
I was Daedalus in my previous wanderings.

      

Farewell my young friends, claim the future as your own!
Remember, you can only reap what you have sown!
Fare thee well my sweet friends, now with a heavy heart
and may be a half-shed drop of tear let me part!

    

I came with Autumn and by Summer I was gone!
For a stay so brief, my friends, who would ever mourn!

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She Rose

She Rose

That soothing touch of the night cannot revive me.
Its silence, riding on the pleasant wind
or its dark shroud, hiding my sorrows for the rain
can no more imbue me with the light of creation.
What else is more unique to humankind alone?
How else can I justify my blessed breaths?

    

This hazy roller coaster ride, the one
we so lovingly plan ahead in time,
without knowing which way is the next turn –
up or down, how sharp to the left or right,
emboldens us to call those rare few without plans
as outcasts for not yielding to the perceived norms.

    

And lo, still I write, though since dawn I was
bleeding to death on the red plains of Mars,
with the dusk She rose like the rising sun,
halfway to Venus my spirit returned!
Is it not the way true love should feel like,
the more one lives, the less the other dies?

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Incubus, The Terrible

Incubus, The Terrible

Startled, I often rise up from sleep,
with my limbs trembling and sweat drenched
but my throat turned too sore and dry,
choked as if by the soot of fear,
in the throes of a tragic dream,
a dreadful and haunting nightmare,
borne by past follies or tomorrow’s loss,
too pale and numb and shaken to my core!
    

The former kinds keep chasing us
like the Furies in Orestes,
to avenge Clytemnestra’s death,
while the latter, always taunting
that we might lose our dearest things –
be it affluence, power, life, love or fame!
   

If we could stop worrying for the future
and let go of the past for once and all,
we could have savored the heavens right here
and set the world free from Incubus, the Terrible!

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Night, O Night

Night, O Night

Night, o night, where are you?
Come, relieve me of life,
I have gazed for too long
at the sun, now its cruel brightness
haunts me day and night, I cannot
tell the difference between them,
even with my eyes closed
all I see is the sun
and what a curse it is!
As if my eyelashes are gone
and I’m forced to look at the light,
bare eyelids giving no relief!
   

Outside the world goes on,
in slumbers as always,
despite the heartless noise of greed
and meaningless tottering of
the vauntingly manacled humanoid minds,
dreaming of future on previous years’ lies!

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Ten Years Ago

Ten Years Ago

Ten years ago, on this World Women’s Day
we took each other’s book and tallied influence,
a man and his wife, a wife and her man
but none more human than the other one!
   

Thus the game began on the checkered board
of life, the game of power dynamics.
I wonder if one ever wins in it,
except power in revelry, being wooed!
   

I had my firm gaze fixed on liberty
while she on an absolute dominance
but we both lost that day, I remember –
one a slave of the past, the other of future!
   

Perhaps all we craved for was a new start since the dead child
but beloved Destiny had other plans for such is life!

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