Naked Truth

When the day arrives,
Will you be standing naked?
Staring at the window panes,
Like the sun needs a space,
To define all its life,
In a single strain of your hair,
Matching the colors of the hangings,
On the walls scratched, contorted,
Nails pierced through the pains,
Glowing darkness remains the same,
Suddenly life begs for a need,
Each and every grain needs a change,
And the window pane keeps calling you,
Like a string tied to your toes,
Dragging you towards the end,
Like a wish, wanted to be fulfilled,
Every person needs a day,
When the window isn’t open,
But transfigured into a way,
A journey that needs an end,
Peace, solitude and the things,
Foolish for a man to please,
Like happiness injected mercilessly,
Each and every muscle strains,
To bring a smile to your face,
That may change the fate,
Write a note on the walls of your destiny,
That life was never a waste,
Living like a series of ropes tied together,
Straining to make an individual name,
Like every beginning needs an end,
The rope of life is strained, need to break,
Suffocation needs a marking,
To remind what the end is,
And so the beginning lies in shame,
As the grip of the rope tightens,
Every beginning needs an end,
Every end needs a day,
Darkness envelops you one last time,
In free falling there’s no pain,
Final thud on the wall of destiny,
Name scratched with blood and pain.

Her Symphony

Has to be a place,
There, lie the memories,
Where, every single tear,
Within, the voice of her,
Echoes, of the tragedy,
Truth, in comfort with,
Lies, her silky smooth skin,
Scarred, rests in fear,
Sister, don’t you leave me,
Why, once the memories,
Lived, haunts me,
Still, shadows of her,
The, reality of my world,
Blurs, through the gaps,
Seeps, every single possibility,
Unnerving, back my senses,
Forcing, why don’t you leave me,
Sister, has to be a way,
There, together we may,
Where, under the oak tree,
Sit, our own world of innocence,
Within, reach for you again,
Sister, into the final leap,
Plunge, is still and silent,
Backdrop, the symphony plays,
And, the same memory,
Replay, again and again,
Recreates, my life never means,
Still, evaporates into the darkness,
Days, my hand overlaps her,
When, she sits close to me,
Forever, the truth is,
Ached, heart drowns within,
The, never changes,
Truth, we shall be,
Sister, cry for me,
Never, the memories,
Will, the pain in me,
Resurrect, each and every shriek,
Recapture, the life through me,
Suffocate, to live,
Deserve, rot for eternity,
Rather.

2nd line onwards- first word of each and every line can be replaced by the 1st word following it.each and every 1st word can also stand on its own for each and every line of the poem. completely change the meaning of the poem according to the reader.

Heart Of A Butterfly

Your face shines upon the glory,

Of me as the light that signifies,

The morning and the night,

As a whole, divine and sacred,

Long dew is my love for you,

My feet numb, movements lethargic,

I proclaim for your sanctity,

I kiss you at the end of your face,

And the whole body flutters,

In hope of a new butterfly,

Crawling from your skin,

To my mouth and the cocoon,

Sapping us, bounded by love,

Beyond the faith of a human,

And beneath the darkness of sun,

My face disfigures, tries to create,

Into something you may like,

Importance of love as me to you,

Is all about you loving me back,

As the journey to a one way street,

Takes me back to where I started,

Love, transfigure for me into something divine,

In the shadows of peace and quiet,

Love, boundless shrieks and cries,

Love so powerful, voice magnifies,

Into a million pieces of souls,

Who crave for the heart to transfigure,

Love seems like a one way street,

May the journey begin from the other side,

Reach into my hands and flutter away,

Love so pure, its wings turn to ashes,

And rub your threads to my soul,

As the chest craves for a feel,

Heart may transfigure into a butterfly,

And shall flutter away tonight,

Heart so delicate of a human being,

May need someone to hold onto it,

For a while, habits die hard,

And heart flutters away, lose it tonight,

Love, so rich that it transfigures,

Wings of love like a butterfly,

Shall flutter away with a pair tonight.

Die Within The Confines

Weakness of a virgin,

Lost with its belongings,

Doesn’t lie in the overpowering,

Of the animal, which seeks,

Not the last of her shredded pieces,

But the innocence which writhes,

And squirms when solitude,

Never comes besides her again,

Life never means the same to her,

Agony and pain lost in the claws,

Of this unruly, heartless society,

Tied to a chair within the shadows,

She sits and ponders about,

The final hours before the light,

Within flickers and burns,

Speechless, lost out of words,

Society never meant to work,

Within the confines of the riches,

And the power lurks amongst the,

HUMANS who are CALLED as one,

As they were born from the womb,

Of a woman, penetrated to the,

Soul of a human, who was no less,

Than someone’s lover,

And no more than any other,

And she tries to sleep till,

The dawn comes up and the dusk,

Loses its work, but the eyes,

Were never meant to close,

In shame, in concern, scared,

That she may never wake again,

As a woman tonight died in her,

And so she lights a match stick,

And the whole room lights up,

Outlining her wet body,

Covered in blood and stains of,

Her enemy how cruelty could,

Survive on this treacherous earth,

Slowly the outline starts to fade,

And burn, and so a woman,

Once again lost among her,

World may think she is a coward,

Soul of a woman turns to dust,

No more than someone’s lover,

No less than any other.

Morning Smile

She ran past me,
Covered in drapes of,
Silver and green,
Lightning struck a chord,
With her beauty,
And blush rose upon my cheeks,
Like the flow of an endless creek,
Her shadow whiskered past me,
Every grain of her hair touching me,
Love like a knot where two ends meet,
I swept my eyes above the sea,
She came as a morning smile to me,
Hard to seek in a life of endless seas,
Trees, seas all the living beings,
Heart so stubborn never listens to me,
Her eyes twinkled, maybe,
Maybe for once she smiled at me,
Opportunities so least, in a life,
Full of your own makings,
Time too precious, meant to seize,
And so I ran past what felt like,
Every other human being in the crossing,
Twisted and tumbled in front of her knees,
“Definitely, for once she smiled at me,
And life seemed so glorious to me,
Moon took a sip of sanctity,
Her face shining with smoldering heat,
For me sun rose from her feet,
Scientists were never meant to please”
In my love, in my vocabulary,
This is the story of me not any other,
Human being, coz I took that plunge,
Love so profound that it overflowed,
From every pore of my skin,
“Definitely, in this life of mine,
And hers, she smiled for me,
And for once every single life,
Of my every single day,
I smiled every morning,
As she had a morning smile for me.