The Grave

You had the grave dug out,

You wrote the dirge yourself,

You announced the date for all to attend,

The pyre to minimize the residue,

A devious attempt to make me rest in peace,

As engraved in the stone above the head,

After all the arrangements you have made,

Why do you look so surprised?

As I walk into My Own Grave.

The Punishment

Unfaithful to him,

He had to punish her,

He would love her no more,

The punishment meant hardly anything to her,

In fact a relief, to detach herself from him.

Receptive to the handsome and the young,

Love was postponed to another day,

Handsome men replacing good looking ones,

Dates, drinks, parties and lust,

The day would go on forever,

And the night would never end

When the first hair whitened,

And the first wrinkle appeared,

The first man left.

As time took toll on her youth and beauty,

The way she left them,

Men left her for a better one.

Alive but lifeless,

Surrounded by so many, but still so lonely,

Lustful life but a loveless one.

In darkness and in solitude,

She realized how grave The Punishment was.

The Old Ways

Go back to your old ways,

Forget what I made you,

Lose yourself everday,

A little more every night,

Through doors to the legs,

Legs back to the door; let them walk.

Names, addresses and numbers

Obscuring your inamoratos love.

Make up to conceal your sins and vice,

Pretty dress to hide the flaws to look nice,

Hat to hide the evil thoughts in your head,

Stockings to hide your legs whereabouts,

In another mans bed.

Trade in love as if it were stuff,

Old habits die hard,

I know you always prefer The Old Ways.

Pretty Girls

My dress is pretty; the fur soft and dark,

Face delicate; twinkling eyes and twitching lips,

Perfect features a man would crave for,

Care enough to spend the night?

You wouldn’t be the first to say “no”,

But probably the one to regret.

Think not twice,

I am more worth than what money has ever bought you.

Leave the currency on the table,

It’s free to look, but it costs to touch,

Even pretty girls need to pay the bills.

A Dark Drizzle

Dark nimbus clouds came to me

in the form of a girl.

My own guardian angels,

are playing ploys on me.

A look of you alone, makes

old memories come dance in front of me,

Hence my heart feels disconsolate.

Hey damsel, do tell me a truth,

Does your smile to the others,

ever divulge the rile you hold for me?

Tell me, how much does it cost

For you to utter a word to me,

or at least to steal a look at me?

You transpired into my life as a lightning,

and now, have left me annihilated.

Your beautiful eyes would have caused

me no grief at all,

if they were well-concealed,

behind your eye lids.

By making a net out of your splendor,

to cage me and, to kidnap my heart

You were the one who bestowed upon me the craving to love you,

And now you leave me hurt?

I know not, where you learnt such an enchantment

you exhausted on me.

I still live, but in a reverie,

to be granted a boon to hold your hand once again.

From the Depths of Darkness

One left him dead,

Buried under the layers of soil and dirt,

Like a coffin containing a dead body,

She forsake him to the damp and the gloom,

Into the depths of darkness underground.

The other foraged for him,

Through the damp and the gloom,

Unmindful of the layers of soil and dirt,

Realizing the potential of his existence,

She seeped through the depths of darkness underground.

She had the touch of life,

Blended as a soul mate,

Nurtured him and to nutrition him,

Held him strong under the damp and the gloom,

To break through the depths of darkness.

One had buried him to the ground,

Forgetting that he is a seed,

The other had foraged for him in the ground,

Knowing that he is a seed,

To realize his destiny, through the depths of darkness.

He rose through the damp and gloom,

Strong and steady, growing every day.

Why would he try to blend in,

While he was born to stand apart,

Securing his unique place in nature, from the depths of darkness.

Though the wind left him lonely and deserted,

The role was indispensable though,

Without the wind,

Who would know the importance of water,

For the seed to break through the depths of darkness.

The flow of the wind, and seepage of the water,

Are as necessary a process, the vicious cycle continues,

Is all but a part of life,

Let the wind flow, for the water to reach you,

Till then, wait for it alone in the depths of darkness.