Free Fall

My arms,

Unbroken lines, splitting the air,

Yet not feeling its struggle,

Against my motion.

I am falling.

My eyes,

Calm and still,

Alleys of Blank Darkness,

Seeking nothing, yet finding it.

I am falling.

My feet,

Parted and independent,

To each its own flight,

Knowing of its own existence, for once.

I am falling.

My form,

Symbol of Rejection - the cross,

Descending parallel to the earth,

Disapproving authority, theirs or mine.

I am falling.

My-self,

These swift seconds,

Of union with the elements,

And of this cherished loneliness.

I am falling...
into my
peace of mind.

Helpless Hope

City streets, Piercing lights,
Raining needles,
Fictitous nights. Ignorant beings,
Walking past,
Meandering towards,
Their impartial last.

The descending river, Sounding loud,
Nostalgic notes,
Woven by the clouds.
Tearful heavens,
Starless sky,
Clothes soaking wet,
Hearts are dry.

Reckless Winds,
This binding chill,
Recursive Memories, Hold me still. Unknown alleys, Dark and deep,
Veiling the vague,
secrets they keep.
Lying down,
On the grass,
Glistening dew drops,
Reflecting the past.
Random images,
Regretful thoughts,
A few ' do's ' ,Many ' do not's '.
Silver Moonlight,
This dreamy dope,
Re-ignites,
My Helpless Hope.

Beauty

The Rose is so beautiful,
Divine,dewy,drops of blood on land,
Its immortalized fragrance so blissful,
Carried by the winds of passion and romance.

The eternal orb of tranquility,
Dancing around the earth on a heavenly tune,
Its serene visage, beans with beauty,
We call this ageless maiden - the Moon.

Cold drops of water from above,
Cleansing our soul, lessening our pain,
God's gift to mankind - the liquid of love,
The Epitome of Nature's kindness - the Rain.

The Night Sky so infinite,
Where the beauty of contrast abounds,
The Stars are points of shimmering light,
Which cosmic darkness calmly surrounds.

They are all Nature's artistic creations,
Seem so ephemeral yet so true,
But neither the heavens nor this mortal world,
Nothing is as beautiful as you ...

Bleeding Cry

This is so insane,
This blood running through my veins,
Crimson coloured streams,
Shouting out my pain.

As I let it out,
To leave me half-dead,
Its sanguin colour never shouts - 'pain' ,
Whispers - 'relief' - instead.

My eyes are devoid of sense now,
Yet I see your image through the haze,
A fleeting glimpse of wretched beauty,
You've left - your absence still stays.

I sense your echoing voice,
Whispering, what I want to hear,
As the clock of death, strikes the end of time,
And the edge of the cliff draws near.

Suddenly the agony seems lesser,
My restless being begins to wilt,
The soul begs to be free,
Chained by sorrow, Choked by guilt.

I feel those dewy lips,
Our last trembling kiss,
Those raging waves of passion,
That lasting touch of bliss.

The first time I held you,
Gripping you violently in my arms,
I lost my pride in the darkness of your eyes,
Taken prisoner to your ethereal charm.

I end here, I perish now,
I still cling on to you, as I die,
Each drop of my blood cries out my love,
Can you hear this Bleeding Cry?

Untitled

Don't look at me like that,

Your eyes say more that I understand,
They tell me more than I need to know,
These tearful waters reflect your heart,
Don't let these emotions grow.

Don't think of me like that,

I might be as fleeting as your thoughts,
Such immortal importance I do not deserve,
My misty presence floats through your mind,
Clear this mist! So sincerely you preserve ...

An Unusual Valentine's Day

O look how it rains,

This day of love brings pain,

My husband died yesterday,

He left me with no gains.

Shrewd he was I knew,

That lecherous miserly jew ,

Depriving me of all his money,

To undress the angels, he flew.

He was a rich man's son,

I was a pretty nun,

We met a decade ago,

That is when all this had begun.

He said he was about to die,

And my touch gave him a high,

He promised me all his penny,

And so I married this guy.

But all this was a lie,

For years, Death , he could defy,

At last , I decided to kill him,

And triumphed on my third try.

In his coffin he lay still,

As the lawyer read his will,

All he had left for me,

Was the unpaid laundry bill.

All the dollars he made,

All the money his gold mines weighed,

All his land and his wealth,

Everything went to the house-maid.

How I wish he was alive,

I'd drive his head into a bee-hive!

Penniless , he has left me,

And my children 4.5 .

In his grave he smiles away,

Mocking me, as if to say,

" Oh , my lovely wife,

Happy Valentine's day!"

O Brokenstar

I've been walking all night,

Staring at the Sky, I've come so far,

All I want to do tonight,

Is find you O Broken star.

I had seen you last night,

And expressed my wish to you,

As I woke up to the shining sun today,

I found my wish had come true.

You appeared across the sleeping sky,

Cutting through the dark night.

And left your mark between the stars,

Flying high and burning bright.

It is like only you knew,

What I want and what I feel,

I wish to tell you more about,

These dreams I still conceal.

But where are you now?

I've been searching all around,

I know these heavens hide you,

At a place you can't be found.

Is it this tranquil moon,

That conceals you from my sight,

Or is it that lofty mountain,

That hides from me your fiery flight.

You faded away last night,

And it has been lonely since then.

If I get to see you tonight,

I'd make a wish of meeting you again.

O broken star , My Broken star,

I hope you would return someday,

And when we meet again,

I won't let you fade away.

The Leaf

This leaf from the canopy above,

Falls to the ground , or rather tries to ,

When a gust of wind comes about,
Lifts it up, and away it flew.

Carried by this unknown force,
It twists and turns and rises and falls,
It rues the fact of being so vulnerable,
Rest it shouts , for freedom it calls .

Changing direction with every random wind,
It notices the dust that flies with it .
"No different I am from these helpless beings " , it thinks
"To this indifferent won't we all submit"

It realizes the pain of being controlled,
But forgets something that had always been,
The golden sun and the blue sky ,
Remind the leaf of its color , still green!

Sharp veins still ran through its body,
The sunlight still shines on its dewy layers.
Its unique identity still intact,
Whatever the wind does now , the leaf little cares.

Let the cosmos play its sport,
What you always were , is what you have become.
We hold our own strings ,
Our own Randomness defines our Freedom.