The Evening on Frosty Wings

The Evening on Frosty Wings

 And then evening descended on his frosty wings,
spreading the mellow winter chill around.
Far away like a candle, light grey,
of devotion, she beamed at me
with love dancing on her head like the crimson flame!
Well in mine it has always been her name,
like a chant, my heartbeats, a rosary –
until I am dead and my breathing stops,
till I am born again in the throes of her love!

  

Then the evening wrapped his wings around
the world, when his feet touched the ground,
in an evil scheme to seduce
some of us with an illusion of hope,
the poets who cannot trace their Muse
and those with no poetry inside
and they in numbers came, giving theirs’ up!

   

But her light grey beams of pure devotion
have painted me a heaven out of my hell,
telling me in whispers, time and again,
I have Poetry and she has me as well!

  

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Losing All

That night was dark,
almost as dark as hell,
even no thunders flashed,
although a storm
was raging overhead.
Only a gushing wind
amid a violent rain
gnawed at my existence.

I was losing,
everything and everyone
that I had ever loved
and held dear to my life.
An emptiness within
crept upward to my brain
from the core of my heart!
Each and every face,
all my sweet dreams
and memories, I saw
them spreading wings
and to oblivion, soar away!

I was so scared, trembling
in apprehensions, dark
of the unknown and solitude
and I thought it was better to be dead!

Well then I fell asleep,
the storm still raging overhead,
stripping me of my life
but as I woke up the next day,
my empty heart did feel
so light and gay, I thought
I was in the heaven, no doubt
for I felt no worldly ties too,
either to myself or the world,
liberated of its fever and the fret!

Soon I came to know that I had
never left the earth, third son of the light
but by losing all earthly bonds I have
found happiness of the eternal kind!

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My Lover

My Lover

But tell me, how I can change my genes
or the hue of my blood!
So I will whisper in the throes of death,
my Lover’s name instead
and the rest I hope my Love shall forgive!

The colors of the world,
both shallow and inconsistent, lured me
away from You, my Love!
Still, I hope that my final breath can mumble
my Lover’s name before
abandoning its abused cavity!

During the Judgment Day,
not Heaven or Hell but I hope to see
my Lover’s face instead,
despite many diabolic deeds in life!

Loneliness

Loneliness

Does your loneliness get intensified
when there is a distinct chill in the wind,
be it from rain or the days of Winter,
encroaching upon your ripe Autumn days?

Perhaps it’s the lack of warmth all around,
no Sun on the heaven’s face to derive
inspiration for living by yourself
and no azure sky visible through the gloom!