night

Immersed I am, the ripples of this dark night,
Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Silhouetted images, the trick of light,
Conscience it is or past in disguise?

Love’s spirit creeps from night’s grave,
Broken promises pierce the soul within,
Time never stops for our cries, and crave,
Rosary of life, our words, our sins

I, a puppet in shadows and veils,
In kingdom of sadness, a wanderer insane,
Silent observer of the shades frail,
Screaming, dying, in memories, enchained.

Night’s apparition dies in castle of spirits
Scaffold my dreams, passions unnamed.
Lost I am, Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Ripples of this dark night, or past in disguise?

the silver night

The silver stars, a fable they cite.
A gleaming night, from shadow to light.
Serene enchantment casting a divine delight.
Desires reveal, conceal in twilight

In the moonlight hide reflections of red,
Dreams reside in dead hour’s shed,
A journey of romance, worship and whisper,
A night cherishing, the dancing zephyr

This unpaved path, this glee nocturnal,
This sensual silence, this feeling eternal,
Converging in my soul, the sentiments celestial,
Wrath of shadows, or bliss at its pinnacle?

Effulgence I see in my maddened solitude,
Darkness seduces, the moon eludes,
Dilemma or masterpiece of vague imagination,
Horrendous collision of instinct, meditation.

The silver stars, a fable they cite.
I navigate, from shadow to light
Dark spell, casting a divine delight.
The last dream dreamt, in this silver night

crimson desires

It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires,
Displayed in every night’s shadow,
Madness the face, seduction—attire,
They haunt, they slay, they capture, they follow.

It all begins with the bewitching eyes,
Words veiled, a figure disguised,
This fire erupts in the light’s demise,
In dark fables, intoxicating lies.

The entity, the charm, the lines, the opera,
The passion, the touch, the bewildering aroma,
Yearning the kingdom, ruler the diva,
Gleaming moments of this silver saga.

I moment I lose, a moment I win,
Lustful virtues and sacred sins,
Magic the fable, image the fire,
It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires

sacral nirvana

Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
This romance has a seductive symphony,
The craving earth, for its joy of life,
Fusion of temptation, serenity.

The nature’s game, a beauteous sight,
This sacred ballad, this monsoon’s dance.
The cuckoo’s song, the gale’s flight
The drizzle’s whisper, the glee’s height.

Atmosphere of sacral nirvana, majestic delight.
Oblivion, surrender, ecstasy, eternity.
Passion, merry, dreams, plight,
Soul drenched in rain’s ministry…

The cryptic touch, this moment celestial,
To be lived forever, for the joy of life,
Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
The craving earth, for its joy of life.

sacral nirvana

Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
This romance has a seductive symphony,
The craving earth, for its joy of life,
Fusion of temptation, serenity.

The nature’s game, a beauteous sight,
This sacred ballad, this monsoon’s dance.
The cuckoo’s song, the gale’s flight
The drizzle’s whisper, the glee’s height.

Atmosphere of sacral nirvana, majestic delight.
Oblivion, surrender, ecstasy, eternity.
Passion, merry, dreams, plight,
Soul drenched in rain’s ministry…

The cryptic touch, this moment celestial,
To be lived forever, for the joy of life,
Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
The craving earth, for its joy of life.

the night’s opera

Dark entities and images work an opera,
Secrets, denials play a magical symphony,
Past haunting the night; seductive aroma,
Ghost of time dissolves in mystery….

The dark entities don’t have any face,
They follow you up in the deadliest nights,
They don’t follow any time’s race
Clutch you where conscience bites,

They never live they never die,
They never break nor bleed,
Inculcate our veins, in sins’ cry,
In night’s grave they creep,

They are just but mythical outlines,
Somewhere shadows, somewhere memories,
The moments of failure, the moments of decline,
Somewhere remorse, somewhere queries,

Past haunting the night; seductive aroma,
Dark entities and images work an opera,
The curtain falls, they all dissolve,
To revive in next night’s saga

red—the only colour breathing

Haunting the border, the death’s shadow,
Red—the only color breathing,
Levitating crescent, a cry it follows,
Silence shivering, a secret, revealing.

A tale forgotten, a chapter closed,
Beneath the green flag, waving, hoisting,
A victory splendid, my grave will cite,
A soldier is dying, a glory shielding.

A thousand lives, yearns the dying heart,
Youths slayed on red earth, weeping, gleaming,
Haunting the border, the death’s shadow,
Red—the only color breathing.

i dream of a land

I dream of a land with religion humanity,
Life standing on pillars—peace, equality,
Every soul drenched in sense of liberty,
Calls, bells resounding God’s supremacy

I dream of a land, nymphs are the pride,
Every being, an emblem of glee,
Hearts filled with God, God dwelling in hearts,
Where nightingales sing, cuckoos lark,

I dream of a land with meadows green,
With silver sands, unfathomable seas,
Sparrows chirping in the dawn serene,
Beacons smiling at the morning breeze,

I dream of a land with seasons four,
Villages beaming in the harvest’s gold,
Sublime aims beaming in the night’s fall,
Rivers clad in moonlight’s pall,

I dream of a land with religion humanity,
Selfless service, divine tranquility,
Each path leading to a distinguished destiny,
Calls, bells, resounding God’s supremacy.

a soldier’s demise

This border of memorable death and immortal demise,
My veins witnessing crimson sojourn light,
Red reality of my dreams, my life I sacrifice,
Winds screaming my name, sinking in night….

Body adorned with scars, soul filled with passion,
Breaths departing soul for a divine ambition,
The crescent and the star, the red apparel,
Live lived in a moment, and this is its fable.

A distinguished destiny, wear the stars on my shoulders,
This is all but the romance of a soldier,
For a nation to witness the crimson sojourn light,
Winds screaming my name, sinking in night….

i dream of a land

I dream of a land with religion humanity,
Life standing on pillars—peace, equality,
Every soul drenched in sense of liberty,
Calls, bells resounding God’s supremacy

I dream of a land, nymphs are the pride,
Every being, an emblem of glee,
Hearts filled with God, God dwelling in hearts,
Where nightingales sing, cuckoos lark,

I dream of a land with meadows green,
With silver sands, unfathomable seas,
Sparrows chirping in the dawn serene,
Beacons smiling at the morning breeze,

I dream of a land with seasons four,
Villages beaming in the harvest’s gold,
Sublime aims beaming in the night’s fall,
Rivers clad in moonlight’s pall,

I dream of a land with religion humanity,
Selfless service, divine tranquility,
Each path leading to a distinguished destiny,
Calls, bells, resounding God’s supremacy