Imperfect Love

And the show may not halt in between,
And I may remain as an unseen dream,
As the life once lived cannot be relived,
Make a memory of a few bamboo sticks,
Lovers and dreams and tragedies,
Flex and drift shall survive the scene,
Memories once woven of golden seams,
Rings and kisses of all the possibilities,
Glimpse of a beauty, weakening of the knees,
Memories once painted on the walls of dreams,
Little red bird on the window pane shall sing,
Whirlpool of emotions and I May not blink,
Bird may fly away towards the rainbow scene,
Life once lived like a bunch of bees in sync,
And I may not be more than what I am,
And may be more than what I have been,
And for her may be a few bamboo sticks may lean,
As she outsmarts the beauty of a perfect scene,
And I may be the imperfect beauty within,
As the life once seen cannot be relived,
And I may be more than a dream when she sees,
As there are far less possibilities of me being alone,
In this crowded city of scenes and dreams,
And I may blush her chin with a kiss of my lips,
And the little red bird within me shall sing,
As the life lived without her was never lived,
And I may sacrifice a thousand rainbow scenes,
And live a life of imperfectness with her life within.

The Sound Of Silence

When a smile crossed my mind,
I plucked a leaf from a tree,
And so the flower lost its zest,
But the guilt never crossed my mind,
When I ripped the soul of a tree,
As nature don’t mean a thing to me,
Burning a few trees won’t create a scene,
Too many of them are occupying the ground,
Forest lost forever without any sound,
Thousands of forests still left to blink,
Of an eye and the nature disappears,
And so will the humanity one day,
As cutting a few hearts of a few trees,
And drilling a few holes won’t make a scene,
Something that we create, that we cherish,
Nature shall either protect or shall perish,
Plucking a few forests crossed my mind,
Built a concrete wall hid the sun behind,
As the glare of sun was disturbing my senses,
And so I hammered a few nails on my grave,
Built a zoo for the left over’s, and a few fences,
And burned my own miseries with a few trees,
As something that is created has to perish,
Built a bonfire of it, celebrate and cherish,
And so the day I died striped and naked,
Only a white satin left to cover my soul,
As there were no more trees to burn and breathe,
My soul burned to the ground of soulless sheet,
And so dig a few holes and rip a tree apart,
Plucking a few flowers and leaves isn’t that hard,
Find a few forests and burn them to the ground,
And one day nature shall not make any sound.

Death And Tragedies

Meteors and planets all over my face,
Hovering and colliding under my deep,
Dark nose as if an ongoing race,
And the world seems so far fetched,
When I’m one of a kind in this pity race,
Of animals and human beings,
Six strings attached don’t make for a rope,
I’m that fear in your eyes when you sleep,
And the dreams vaporize as if never existed,
Souls burnt together never rest in peace,
And the pity humans shall beg for mercy,
When the sun and the moon inside of me,
Collide and vaporize, dissolve and solve,
Heart like a dark well of hollow and screams,
And the devil sings the song of death,
And tragedies as this world is no more than,
A dustbin lying in an alley full of torn clothes,
And shit and this world may be smoldered,
Some day when the devil shall take the podium,
And sing a song of death and tragedies,
As this world once created by the almighty,
Seems like a scenery behind a window pane,
Full of broken glasses and shards of screams,
If bad was good this world would have seemed,
Perfect to me, as the God once called as,
The almighty, is now resting in peace,
And this world is no less than a death,
And no more than a tragedy to me,
And some day the devil may burn down this place,
And sing a song of death and tragedies.

A Poem

When my left hand wrote a poem for me,
Right hand glared at it in jealousy,
He tried to lift a pen and a paper,
Doesn’t look so hard as it seems,
Scribbled and tumbled for a while,
But never lost its path, never wavered,
Losing and disappointment,
Feelings and thoughts from inside ate her,
Rain and sun all the weathers came along,
Birds of spring stopped to sing a song,
In the mean time left hand rested in peace,
Joys and pride of winning never seized,
And so the left hand slept out of sight,
Right hand could write only a few lines,
Looked at the reflection of its empty hands,
Dropped down broken hearted wept and cried,
Reflection of a car speeding before my eyes,
No matter how much dense dark clouds try to hide,
Burnished and lustrous sun never forgets to rise,
And so I held my right hand close to my heart,
No matter how treacherous the journey is,
My thoughts and words never lost their path,
I know my left hand was once a part of me,
A poem once written so calm and serene,
Writing with my right hand,
Doesn’t seem so hard to me,
And whenever I waver, beg and crumble,
A poem of my life gives me the time to think.

Droplets On My Shoulder

Deeds of your own mischief’s,
Is nothing but a transparent lie,
And it might start to rain outside,
But droplets won’t fall from the sky,
And I might not see your face again tonight,
As there are better things to do in life,
And I might watch a rain drop slide,
From my window pane towards my eyes,
And people below me shall think,
That I might cry but the chances are none,
And I might light up the sky tonight,
As there are better things to do in life,
And I might just turn off the light,
Sit back and watch as meteors collide,
And if the world would end tonight,
I might just see a snail crawl out of sight,
As there are better things to do in life,
But I might still see your face in those droplets,
As it slides from my window pane to my eyes,
And I might just feel you for some time,
Even if it’s an illusion I might not feel better,
But who wants to do better things in life,
When you know that I might rather live a lie,
Then watch you sit around, flicker and die,
And I might say your name aloud,
Towards this deep hollow sky,
As the echo of your name,
Might rain a few droplets on my shoulders,
And I might just sit there for a while,
As you are much better than this life,
And I might just live you tonight.