Beginning of an end

One by one they fall like pins,

Am no more relevant.

No love, me punished for my sins,

I’m cast away like a mis-born infant.

I knew this day would come,

I’d be alone, tears keeping company.

Misunderstood, me a hatred sanctum,

No more I seek to survive this journey.

Wondered have I, what’d ensue

When I cease to exist.

Love, sorrow and tears a few,

A couple months that’d persist.

Would my absence be torment?

How long before memories put to rest?

To whom my love most meant?

Questions galore, ended distressed.

Now and then I faced daggers,

I lasted the cries of blame,

Never I stopped loving hers,

But could not foretell what became.

Standing she was, looking away,

Least perturbed, my beautiful maiden.

Kneeled over me with a smile to allay

All pain, the other lass, her face lambent.

Realized... lying I was on the ground,

My eyes laid sight on the shining metal,

Pierced breast emanating pain profound,

Bemused me, a closing life turned a speckle.


Staggered by stormy events around, this is a depiction of a vision/nightmare. Still clouded by fears of this happening.
 

Webs in the pith - Long sweet memories

In the neighborhood, flows the river,

Smooth flow, with bit of a quiver,

Leading its elements as a team,

To achieve reality of the dream(s).

To those who fail in the heat extreme,

Extends refreshment making their faces beam.

Sometimes standing up to form a fall,

Compared to me, ‘tis quite tall,

After all its bank,

In whose hands lies the rank,

Bestowing varied shapes on the rocks –

My pith; captures attention with the talks.

Talent wise a subjugator,

With me, now, a losing competitor.

Staining my guts I quote,

“Togetherness started off with a pleasant note,

But gone are those days of being together,

With thy blown away like a light feather,

Leaving me really desperate,

Oh! I really hate to see you bate.

But don’t forget, that you flow with hopes widespread,

On me, the bank, continuing down as your bed,

Never will I escape from the dart,

Ever I will stick to my part."

 

From "Webs in the pith" - one of my initial compositions from'97

Cries of despair

All the best in life nest in my dreams,
Beautiful yet out of reach, like the horizon.

The flight mired with illusions it seems,

Will finally render me a wingless falcon.
Reality is stitched from dreams,
Echoes deep from my brethren.
Yet no more is reality my sculpture,
Lose I did, that art along with my crimson.

Waves of fate bring her to me,
Once every spring blossom.
A whiff of joy, a dose of ecstasy,
My life filled with colors of autumn.
But like a flake of snow she
Disappears, I spiral down a chasm.
Songs fail to express my love,
For eternity I seek her sanctum.

From an untitled work in progress.