Forbidden

Being on the edge of a cliff..I see..

Lights from far ahead, trying to pierce through the devouring darkness

A sudden silence following a fatal fight

Between soul and life..

Is staring now at me with wide open eyes

And a blank face—

Just like a blinding darkness after dazzling starlight—

Just like a day suddenly changing into a night.

Thoughts obscured by clouds of hope,

Incessant desire for something untouchable-forbidden-

Forbidden by my angel of tears-healer of all pain,

Forbidden by my goddess of despair—

The asylum when I am in my darkest nightmare-

Forbidden by someone..Someone I can never name.

Forbidden it became...

My Unknown Imagination...??

As I linger in my own prison of a mind,

Engrossed in the sorrow that I left behind,

I did not hear the footsteps as you came –

Broken out of my trance—I entered another--

“Who are you?” I asked,” Do you have a name?”

The silhouette laughed carelessly and vanished in wisp of smoke---

The darkness grew dark as the magic broke.

I searched for it—like an insane,

In search of his sanity—

Desperate to see it again,

I found nothing but a fragrance of life left behind.

I felt as if the silent night was mocking my loneliness.

I found nobody, not even a trace

..And the night grew darker still…

But I’m waiting there…waiting all along..

Just to see you…To know you face—

The face of closeness—

Or of death…..

Remembrance

In the happiness of daylight-
Of the days when I had you,
And in the darkness of night
That I am going through:
Stuck forever in this twilight zone’
I had almost forgotten how the Sun once shone
Upon you…
Remembrance of your face,
That I still can see without a trace
Of time taking its course.
As the bronze twilight fades
With the rising tide of darkness
Engulfing all but one in its dark shades-
All but one…memory, which I have of you,
Pensive, it reminds of what I always knew-
That, I miss you…

Ruins....

Ashes of momories of events far behind,

Incomplete wishes and emptiness fill up my mind,

Hands of love and care..long forgotten..

Again touch my bleeding heart healing pain.

But life.. to me..is a mirage, a mere illusion,

A false happy thought-

Remains of an ancient reign of love and caring,

Unending Spell of night-without a dwn or morning-

I've forgotten how to pray.

I'm in love with despair and night, refusing all light,

Faithless of the futile future-not far ahead,

I fail to keep thoughts of darkness ut of my head,

I find myself loving her again..and again..

Despite of knowing it was always in vain...

Imaginary Light

Long lost happiness inside my mind

Like dust flowing in the hot desert wind,

Still cannot find what is keeping me alive,

Still cannot find the reason to thrive,

As I watch myself drown in the misery,

Chasing a distant light that seems imaginary,

Lingering in the very end of my disturbed fantasy-

Where my reality meets my own imagination.

I bleed inside myself waiting for salvation...

As I wait for her in midst of deadliest fright..

As I wait for my Godess, my Godess of Imaginary Light....

The Aftermath of some good times..and some bad times..

Breathing the forgotten promises, setting the memories on fire
Mourning over the grave of my broken desire,
I look up to the dark night sky and see your face,
Free of any blemishes or any disgrace,
As you stare upon me with your deep eyes−
I still couldn’t believe it’d have held such lies−
Again, as if from a trance, I asked you "why?"
Again…though I knew the answer,
The truth that I couldn’t have guessed,
That your heart is so far from mine…too far.
Vain were all my attempts to make it mine,
What can I, a mortal man, can do against the God’s design
But still the day becomes night and the Nights into day,
And with that hope I do pray
And look up to the Sky again and again,
And hope to see a new face
And hope for the prayer not to go in vain.

My Tribute to The Sleepless Lady

To a sleepless lady, searching through the night,
Without any fright, without any sight,
Searching across the darkness for a faint ray of light...

To the sleepless lady, mourning within her soul
Moving across the dark inner depth
Still...Summoning last bits of strength coming from her faith
That drives her painfully towards her goal.

To the sleepless lady still in search of something…
Something that holds her happiness,
Or may be something that holds for her…more grief
What awaits her, for now she may never know
Restless she will search on and on…not waiting for the time to show

To the sleepless lady, now lost in her thoughts,
Lost in the will-o-wisps of bonds rarely true
Lost in midst of the illusion of life…what can she do?

It’s my tribute to the sleepless lady−
Her eyes may have a shining drop of tear,
A sign of pain I know but not of fear…
Waiting for all darkness to be gone,
Waiting for the day, the new beginning with a new dawn...