Fate Of a Sea - An Epilogue

A plenty of cards
Yet one is lost
And it is worth a paradise

Children are made of clay
Ice, fire and dragon

Yet God come home
Not once, but in multitudes

None listned, all barked
Light is in chains
Love in a strain

And poets are born
With magic wants
Let lust be saved
For tomorrow's love

A Fish Out of its Water

A mirror unfolds
Before death
Beneath much wealth
Beside a beach
It is a womanhood

Walls are lovely
Erect and eerie
She is made pretty
She is shopped and saved

Somewhere in sales
They bury her soul

Sometimes in savages
They burn her red

All the play and no game
She is fiddled out as ever

Mad bulls never shy away
Polar bears ever stand erect
Only she can bow out
And merchants take her home

Her story repeats itself
And we make storms out of it
'Katrina' went, 'Irene' came
Nothing is lost in Manhattan
Except a few spades and hearts

Rich dad, Poor dad
Mummy spoilt and split
Whatever we need is gingerbeards
And a few running mates

Altar of my eyes
Apple of my letters
Orange of my hearts
All are mere arts
Of deception; for deception

Why is there so music ?

Standing by a chance
Voice so deep
Eyes so sweet
Enchanted may be a god
Music is her muse mate

Curves of a character
Amuses my mates
Music is lady love
Here falls fathomless fate
I forgive myself

Moments in this flow
Unsung never before
It all began to wake up

Reasons are many
Yet rain is so scarce
Untold of deep throats
Sober silence
Wishes strings
A soliloquy
When it wishes
All subsides
Best before the dawn

Parting when it is so high
High pitch used her lows

Arms apart; heart cast away
A Guitar stood erect

Waiting for the wise
Naked fools began to sing

How is that I love her
Music of my melody

I told her all before
My naked islands

Clarity is her rhythm
But only earth can green

Red letter days came home
But I stood alone

Unknown harmony
Well said, well wishers

No music can make
what future has destroyed.

Frozen stones and a petal

A stone cannot afford an illness
How can we laugh at a grave,
When it speaks out so many
Omens, wild and bewildering

My other self cannot afford
Folks of a tribal self

Parting with a woman
A male heart turned gray

Why is she so deep?
A scar, a scary, arch of veins
Ripe in blood and bold
Shallow a frog left apart

Buddha in fine grains
Yet light is so shy away

Pearl of my purple ...

Pearls are so kind
So is a women's breast
Night of many wing's nest
Never do they lie
When there is a rain
They never shower undue

Dew hopes for a mist
Dust is so imminent
Bygone chains
Boast of many nations
Left and right of light
Cannot be undue

Darkness thrives
Devoid of a sea hawk

Blue chains, Bold veins

There are blues in my life
Many of them
Sordid as a serpent
Multitude of them
Solid as a mountain
Spinning, Sparkling

Elite wines
Roping again and again
Enchanting of my crowds

I love them, lust of them
I love their pathways
When they meet me
In corners of luck
In senile songs

I can't speak them out
My vicious circles
However deep they are

Hidden Cave : Beyond a self

On the sands of time
I must tell a story
Never I overheard myself
The agony of an other self

Heading to my darkness
I sold out all my portraits
Carving a tide of my self
I caved in many heavens

Emboldened are my ashes
They forbid my exit
Unto my game of numbers

Reflect all my hands
They found me in pipe dreams
Many were the omens
Yet dreams could lie the truth

Songs of charm - A Prelude to the lyre

I must say that I am astonished
By the variety of things;
By the vanity of deep eyes
By various stars by the sea

Simple orchids
They are hard to miss
Simple darkness
I need in variety of lights

Madding by a crowd
I love this island

Let lions may roar
Confused may I supper
Alone be the beatles
I do what I preach
And let songs do unwind

Infatuation - A half poem

A spelling that mistakes
for years, a name
calling life a love
why do we exist
In a mere mirror of time

Jealous of darkness
Death bemoans
A traveling sickness
A poetry that engages
Ageless scare
Upon this nature
Unto this last flower

I perish; yet exist
Countable letters
Yet plenitude of dreams
All in a mercy of time

Songs of feminine - Cryptic self

A love lace is broken
Pain in my eyes
Past in thy tenses
Stolen pieces
They call it
A board of errors
I burned me down
Ashes for them
But coal is mine
Yesterdays are many
Today is ahead
Tomorrow we maketh
Call of letters
Christ is cautious
Cause is beauty
Because of charm
Mary was gracious
Stolen thieves
May forget my chains
Casted on tomorrow

Songs of feminine - Mystic self

I wonder what you are
My life, my life almighty
Sun may shine
Stars may sink
Love may shrink
Yet life do exist
Care its wings
Speed its silk
Waves are steep
Vision is preset
Life do exist

Paid Potatoes

Paid potatoes were abundant
Kits knew how to hide

Animals live love life
Hands are tied up
Spell bound is social ills

Caves to hide my heart
They are made of red eyes

Apple, orange, naked earth
Stale, state mate, simple skies

People pad my pleasures
Pots are lost among sea weeds

Spider songs

I could speak a lover
Perhaps more for one life

Still I am subdued
Oceans coexist in leaves

I engulf my hearty half
Speaking up my stormy sense

Sudden Death and there after ...

Split into many oceans
One love for thousand lives

Carry forward my stray cats
Poet of living signs

Repeat my prayers
Reasons in thousand storms

Pretty, charming nimbus
Awaiting my embrace

Game on; slits of lights
Living larger than leaves

Spot on science;
Shows of courage my sickness