Reverie

If I dropped dead,
The pain would end,
But what if there’s another life,
Born to be damned, replete with strife?
Or even better, an infinite void,
Not life, not death, but just madness,
Maybe a mirage of paradise, or even a true one,
Feelings feeble fairly forgotten, sans earth, sans sun,
Where no souls fly, and nobody calls it home,
Just floating bodies, withering away, yet never gone.

Wicked Rain

The rain is weird today,

It makes me cry,

How does the heart wet as well?

I can't ponder, but you're welcome to try.

In merciful mornings, most merrily drenched,

The sky and ground heed each other,

As every plot is wrenched.

Try to swerve as much, fruitless endeavours become,

Or go where the river takes you?

Hah! Just for fishes will be there some.

For who goes anymore, the one eschewed by fate?

No one, I sigh aloud, as the only remains till date,

Are every life and lost till horizons unseen,

Embroiled in this weird rain.

Begin

Azure skies rain, a pinch of living snow,

Near the gates of heaven, I feel my heart glow,

Jarring insipid life, quietus into wake,

And amazed invigorated rendered, with an incredulous shake,

Life anewed merry, a dawning of boundless love,

I seek your warmth forever, my beautiful lovely dove.

First Love

My heart's whispering melody, lights up in dark,

Every moment I am with you,

Rivers of tears, now a past of Stark,

In your arms daily, I find myself anew,

Ask you may, why I love thee?

No reason I can find, but love I truly do,

Just so come what may, remain may happy we,

And again, why I do love? I really have no clue!

Life is just so better, when you my dear I love,

In my heart stay forever, my beautiful angelic dove.

Sudden Cupid

Sweet azure wonder, gloomy dispelling eyes,
Unshackling all (retinence), should I even try?
Nights and days go by, life stale the same,
And the woeful wait in vain, for that lovely dame,
In wry dreams though dead, do every once in a while,
Normal flutters fly fitful, to go that extra mile,
Away to go quite again, until the next travel of times.

A Sad Someone

Souvenir is her heart, nurtured by someone else,
Hailed close if in vain, she wonders even today,
In love, in lies, forever crimson marked,
Lost in the dark still, awaiting a thornless path,
Pent up masks of solace, walled in mirage bricks,
In search of the master key, to life's cruel tricks.

Light

Dancing in the shadows, waiting for the rain,
Enamoured with vain, the jolly enigmatic pain,
Eschewing darkness, her light dispelling gloom,
Prattling in silence, prancing thorns of bloom,
In this esoteric reality, where's to find a way?
Kindness in paucity, has humanity lost away?
And she remains in the shadows, her thoughts searching for a home.