To the closet

Buried in the closet is the harlot's home:

The dazzling beads lead you
To the carnal bliss;
And the candles burn whole night
While the curtains drain the Silverlight.

Candles of varied colors,
My dreams of different burns.
Light up the blanket, oh dear.
There's not enough space.

Move in and move out
The different clothes.
But, leave the red one out,
Its just for him, my dear Valentine.

He comes , but soon forgets.
And she says he's in love with her.
His beard makes me forget
All my sighs caused by her.

One day Another came
Offering me a puff of joke:
The money to go back home!
I am bewitched by my Love, he says
Standing in the hall, selling out,
My love is a low life pimp, he claims.


No incense of lost world,
No rings of blind love,
That’s my home
My home of boring blooms.


When tears adorn my blush of sacrifice
I heard the bullet.
And the Another screamed out
His inbuilt belief,
And shadowed my blush:
Forever, Forever.

My dear life lives no more
The beard, now, stinks of dried blood.
And they took me home.
And taught another life.
Where did you take me, Another?
Aren't you the Taxi driver
The one who should take me
To the place I want to?

Drizzling!

Oh, the drizzle! How stealthily can it come?
In a million tiny drops,
But with no sound,
And the earth will rejoice its arrival.

And she walks in pride,
But tormenting those who disbelieve her.
When all the pompous make their way to betrayal.
No thunder, no storm, not even the dark clouds.
They are all hidden under her spell.

Oh! How quietly you come and torment me?
Drizzling, drizzling, drizzling
Enslaving me in this man build room,
And out there, you are drizzling.

things we share..

Beneath the flesh, the rude portrayal of selfishness;
Beyond the nails, the walks that led to the ugliness.
Below the hair, the flashes of memories that betrayed us.
Deeper, an excitement for no reason,
Still deeper, a silver mirror;
A stagnant moonlit river,
Hoping to break and blow;
Awaiting to overflow.

The reason of course is - dissatisfaction

O fortune, where can I come and buy you?

Here, where they believe only joy exists,

I find nothing

But the same dress, same bliss and same bias.

But, I want to go to that place

Where you shine all different.

Smart lady, cast your rays upon me for some days,

Just to know you and only you.

And your various muses

Will give me the times

That I could keep all life,

And its memories will be

Like the thousand stars that shine every night,

With the pleasant dreams of that good morn.