Journey

Started the soujourn endless,chuckled now and then,

Lamented on some loss,furious on humiliation

Depressed in conflicts,romantic withthe sweetheart,

How many masks do men have,so bright and luring

From cradle to the grave the story extends

Some gains and some loses,yet the world spins

From the childhood innocence,fly fast with wings

To the reckless youth,full of fanatic ideas

Run fast like a triumphant horse,with head high

Atlast tired and rests in his staple

Will a loving soul be there to give food

And warmth of love,till he reaches the last point

The graveyard,where everyone shower love

And affection,on the departed soul.

The Enchantress

There she dwelled, the Enchantress
Beyond the meadow,where the cattle graze
A big mushroom,ugly floor and wall
half burnt bones ,nails and hair
Last night she could not sleep
She was busy with her black magic.
The blood of a beast, smelt horrible
Yet she had her food along with her cat
From the same vessel they ate
She drank stinking ale and sang
Filthy words flew from her mouth
there was not a single human to hear
For it was a secluded corner of land
Where the dark forest started

End of the journey

Adieu comrade,I have reached the shore
Wild waves fetched me to this golden beach
Leaving you in the turbulent sea, swim across
With all your might,Thunderstorm,heavy down pour
A fierce hurricane is around the corner to seize
My chariot is ready and here I go to the kingdom
Ruled by the Autocrat,land of many wonders
Leaving here the pack of all memories perishable
Sweet or sour,let the sea wash it in the rocking cradle
Never think of me in any of your tender day dreams
I will be in the star studded sky always watching you
From the glittering wonderland,far away from you.
Beyond the seven seas and endless pillers and peaks
The abode of the Ruler,triumphant in all battles

fate

One cold moonlit night we eloped
My lover offered a heaven in earth
Far away from the mother's lap
The journey seemed endless.
Woke up by an uproar of the street
From a nightmare,I slept for a while.
A dark nebula where we dwelled
beneath the ugly thatched roof
Spiders had large webs above
Mice searched my earthen pots
For some leftover food but in vain.
Bells tolled next door,I was afraid
For a cruel enchanter dwelled there.
He demanded my stillborn child
For his new elixir to get triumph
Over everything under the sun.
The lean woman ,the butcher's wife
Warned against dire consequences
If I hesitate to obey the cruel old man
She smelt blood,saw fear in her eyes
One day her man may slaughter her too.
Shocked to see my lover going away
With his mind and body far from me
Another moonlit night I eloped again
Without my lover,to the end of earth
To the dark corridors of a lunatic asylum.

flower

I walked as in a trans along the siloughtted beach

alone wandered the little girl ,the flower seller

Nobody except stray dogs and streetsmarts

The tantalising waves roared to frighten them

The garlands in her hands so fragrant and fresh

Only a few she could sell,what to do with the rest?

The flowers should have more lifespan,she thought

Until she sold it out,But a plucked flower has no life

Because it has been separated from its mother.

Plight

The sea gulls flew swiftly ,I was alone

The sea looked like a picture.

The undulating waves touched my poetic fancy

I was unable to think and concentrate.

The sea rocked the little canoe like a baby in the cradle.

The setting sun reminded of a dear one departed

Griefstricken I wiped my face with the tissue

The beams were golden but it failed to add a hue

The sea was as dark as ever but reflected the shining sun.
The beach grew dark and people turned behind

They cherish the sweet moments with the sea.

The strumpet crawled out of her nook

She dared not to step out in the day

Smell of cheap perfumes filled the air

Two pairs of eyes followed her .

For she was their beloved one
She disappeared out of sight beyond the beach

A pair of grey running eyes closed with a sigh

Ugly with the leftovers of an early supper

The kitchen slept to dream a lunch so nice

The rags and the torn clothes in the corner

Had a lot to tell but nobody to hear

For it was the dwelling of a cheap prostitute.
A heavy hand slapped me on my back

My friend asked why Iam here

He was eager to lead me to our room

Or I would be in great trouble

How careful my friend in my affairs

I thought of a slight care and love that lacked

Which took the poor woman to the cruel world

agony

The Tired traveller sat in a shade
Green canopy over his head
The little bird in the nest
Chirped to show its there
He couldn't see the ripe fruits
Mirage tempted him to rise
And go on with all his might
Towards it ,he was thirsty
Ran as fast as he could
Failed to reach there he fell down
Nobody there to hear his cry
Poor old traveller waited for a chariot!