Poetry
Tears: 14 January 2004
In the salty sea of his tears,
For the pursuit of love and cheers,
Drowned his life and vanished,
In vain of no gain – that finished.
Stream of tears for the sake of care,
Darkness of night in the world of fair,
Shelter of sand in the place of heaven,
All gained he in the nature of woman.
Tears is his life – wine is his friend;
Smoke is no nothing- everything is drugs,
Fearful creature like the figure of Demon;
Is the actual plight of my companion.
Human Absurdity: 4th may 2004
Hard labor in life,
Asked son, why?
Because it is Human fate,
Replied father.
Full of miseries in life,
Asked daughter, why?
Because it is God’s desire,
Replied father.
Death is unalienable in life,
Asked wife, why?
Because it is a perfect way
Of releasing from human sufferings;
Father replied
And all seemed satisfied.
I am the Murder
A dove with his beloved in my park;
I saw them with evil eyes of dark.
My heart since could not contain feelings;
Let my hands fling a stone with sling.
The stone flew through the chest,
Not giving a second to tell a world to his best.
The final flapping of his wings on the bed of death
Blazed her heart black in the depth.
She remained speechless but shedding tears,
That blended with the blood flowing in floors.
Wishing for her own death with the beloved,
Screaming for a long until remembered children.
Bidding good bye forever and forever
She vanished into the gloomy atmosphere.
But still my heart weeps with severe pain
Fearing of being the murderer of remain.
You are the red rose: 7 Oct. 2006
Your are the very red rose of May;
And I am the gardener of yours;
So you spread the charm of love;
And I keep it deep in the heart.
I always find the spirit of life
In the presence of your beautiful smile.
I always find the inspiration to survive
In your blooming bud of beautify.
The charm of the moon makes you charming,
The warm of the sun makes you gleaming,
So you are the daughter of those,
Whose reflection of beauty makes you red rose
Whose reflection of beauty makes you red rose.
Dear X
I thought much. I tried many times, maybe more than ten times, I think you know I don’t lie, to run the tip of pen on the vacant space of my diary but all the attempts ended in vain. If I have to say honestly it’s eleventh attempt to move the pen towards its destination. If my pen is able to reach the destination, if I am able to swim in the great ocean of feelings, you are likely to meet the words carrying my feelings at the harbor.
I have to confess that I am going to do something that is really difficult for me to carry out; otherwise my ten attempts may not have ended in smoke. And I have to acknowledge that I do not know what I am going to write here. I am absolutely wrong if I say that I am applying my conscience to write these words at the moment. I feel the words are being emerged from the corner of my heart. I feel the words carrying these intense feelings of my every heart- beat, every lung-breath and every blood-drop are heading towards you. And here I am all alone and afraid for my feeling can isolate you from my world and torture you. If such feeling is created in your heart because of my feeling, I want you to hate me. In fact, I love you but I expect hatred form your side because I do not deserve to you. I know you are the charming moon so I don’t want to be the black cloud to conceal your beauty. You are the beautiful red rose being bloomed in the garden where I am definitely not the gardener to have the pride of caring you with love and affection. So I know well that I don’t have the authority to touch your beauty with these cruel tips of the fingers. I want to be away from you. I wish to avoid the sight of yours from the sinful eyes of mine. But I could not. Yea, I could not. So I feel I am a sinner. I am deserving for the hell. I want you not to forgive me. In fact I can’t ask for apology. If ever I dare to beg for the apology, never forgive me because I feel I am sinner- I am corrupted – I am wretch in the eyes of others and in the eyes of mine; and definitely in the eyes of yours, too.
Consciously I want to brake my feelings but unconsciously I fail to brake them from flowing towards you. I don’t know why I want to be close to you. When I am unconscious; and when my heart is working in the place of my mind, I try to seek myself in the shadow of yours. When I am conscious, and when I am thinking with my mind, I am afraid of you. I want to be away from you. I want to be lost somewhere in the gloomy atmosphere where I can refrain myself from the shadow of yours. When I am able to be in a state of thinking, most often I am not in such a state. I ask hundred of questions with my heart but I feel I am unanswered for the questions. Why I am in such an inconvenient state because of you.
Here I should not hesitate to reveal the fact that the seed of red rose that I had sowed in my left ventricle almost a decade ago has been grown enough to be seen in the garden. I am delighted to see the rose with my eyes- the very eyes not of leather but of feelings. As I am delighted so I am disheartened because I may be in illusion that the red rose grown in the garden may not be sprung from the seed that I sowed a decade before though the redness of the rose is quite similar. In fact the garden may be different and so may be the species of the seeds of the rose- but the qualities of the rose seem to be quite similar to the feelings of mine.
Pm Sharma: March 2nd 2009
February 14th
Now counting the days and months;
So eager to tell you the truth;
That I love you until I breathe
In the womb of the earth.
I have hardly had the night;
Dreamed that’s not of you as a sight
So I regret as I wake and switch on the light;
For I am in the bed, not in the lake side.
Night is for you to have night dream.
Day is for you to have day dream.
What heart the God crate in;
Weak enough to tremble as you come in.
All my attempt to stare at your eye
Fell down like the stars from the sky.
When you asked me, “your name guy?”
Nameless dumb I became with shy.
So the waves of strong feelings
Fall and rise- rise and fall
But I don’t know-you love me or not,
Albeit here I am waiting for you with vacant heart;
Counting the days and months
For the day of February fourteenth.
For the day of February fourteenth.
Pm Sharma: 12th June 2009
- I know there was a very especial place for you in my heart. I used to give you such glimpses that there was some sort of attachment and affection in my heart for you. but I never told you ” I love you” linguistically, however, I told you psychologically whether you understood or not. I think you might have understood so you too were near and dear to me so I am writing this small piece of letter to revitalize the friendly and tutorial relation between you that seems now a bit frozen. Now I come to the ground of reality and realize that it was silliness of mine to try to develop that kind of relationship. It was maybe because of infatuation but one fact is that I really want you to be great and successful. to make you successful, I used to inspire you. I wanted to be your source of inspiration and aspiration. And it is the truth that I worked as a catalyst to enhance your academic career. In the name of inspiring and aspiring, I used those words that were really bitter for you. These words froze the relation between us. And I am guilty so I would like to apologize for causing you annoyance.