Sunday, November 1, 2020






Flicker Of Hope


Flicker of hope, reason to cope,

with unrest and endless battles.

Ground to live and not to bereave

with countless untold rattles.


Mile after mile, for a flash of smile

we flourish and thereby, thrive.

Here we go, by staying in a row,

burgeon and hence stay alive.


Life seems game, for all never same.

Patience to hold it at par.

Time will arrive, even late to derive,

if you wait for the sequel so far.


Successive falls, with destiny's calls,

following attempts within range.

Let's provide a scope for this flicker of hope

to prosper and make a change.





A Nameless Melancholia


Like tireless waves emerging out of the fathomless depth of emotions....... caress me tenderly in sleep and lull with a silent lullaby.... I doze off to the land of ecstacy.....


Contradictorily, maim and mutilate me everytime, when I get restless...... every endeavour to get rid of you seems futile..... desperately wanted to replace you......destiny again hurled me back in between your arms where your physical existence seems absent...... I loiter and amble on the fragrant flower laden path of memories where we once dwelled as the invincible King and Queen within our invisible kingdom.......


You came down for me from thousands of miles apart to be with this Queen...... but time has wings and flies so fast...... I still chase those memories to touch the leftover footprints of ours in these sands of time.......


Just like golden and orange colored withered autumn leaves before final collapse...... I remember the caring suppleness of spring and the matured freshness of the monsoon vibe......


At the end of the day...... I hold a smiling picture of us in one hand and myself with shattered pieces of broken heart standing all alone in the other.......





Ravishing endowment of Creator Divine,

like irresistible burning charcoal.

A beck and call is enough to lure but

a fair, abandoned soul.


Stunning dimples that beguiled the hearts

rushed from every other pole.

Men valiantly fought and bled for this

fair, abandoned soul.


Vibrant hourglass frame that flaunted

the amazing shoulder mole.

Thousands of paramours hurried for this

fair, abandoned soul.


Burgeoning aura, filled with vibe,

shaped her complete and whole.

Dazzling heartthrob, flamboyant Queen but

a fair, abandoned soul.


Vivacious lips, bouncy brown hair,

played so very eventual role.

Marooned and stranded like an island,

a fair, abandoned soul.


Look at the depth of those eyes once more,

with accentuated lines of kohl.

Oceans of tear drops caged inside this

fair, abandoned soul.


Explore this insane heart once more

which seemed to smile and loll.

Full of weeds, now none to care this

fair, abandoned soul.


But Queen seems ready to beat her agonies,

would be of paramount goal.

Happy and fulfilled, none to call further

a “fair, abandoned soul.”



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