A Story to End

Me and my very great friend- were just mad
Thence, a myriad of crazy adventures we had.
We rowed across lakes, rivers we rafted,
Slept in tent-like sheds, we hand-crafted.

We were planning to gaze at the stars,
Thus we walked on the paths for no cars.
We were trekking to the peak of the hill,
Crossed a brook, a village, worked a mill.

And we lived on the edge while it lived in us,
But path unfolding, was that of risk, because
Thin line we were tracing, bordered the dread
“One damn misstep and you may end up dead!”

We were used to this, so felt no revolution,
To toe-tip at tip of the gorge- our resolution.
But there was an aspect we blindly did miss,
Stepped careful, cool, till we heard the hiss.

Edge of that moment at the very same rock,
I gazed at the sound and there to my shock
I caught a “lock on” of grave sight at my friend
By the beast whose stance was not to befriend.

Savage spring and the moment were tense alike,
This was the adventure we’d expect at a hike,
In a flash of my hefty effort, I raised my hand
Right when it sprung out like an elastic band.

Right when, I was shielding the love of my life
Inspiration and challenge, a beauty- my wife
It snapped, when I zipped, it pierced the flesh,
It’s venom creeping unto me all fast & fresh

Right when it pained- the instance it snapped,
Forthwith, until now, I felt stuck & trapped…
Slid off the slithery ring as it bit its tail
I saw it plummetting down the abysmal trail…

She pulled my hand- we crossed the path…
I bet you all can guess the aftermath…
Resourceful mine- she did her part
With vial of serum- she stuck me a dart…

“Snakes come & go- we’ve a path to follow…
Don’t pass out now or you’ll fall in hollow!”
I spent those ten miles like ten decades
Steering away from psychedelic charades…

And with my beacon, I was truthful & raw…
To rhyme, I wanted to laugh and to draw
I told her- I loved her at the end of each phrase..
All emotion- of rationale there left was no trace…

Died a few sparks as we reached hilltop camp,
And when they airlifted away with their clamp…
And by the time people in white did we pass
I realized that I’m stuck under a ceiling of glass

She kept on moving her lips- I couldn’t hear
This unbreakable wall- all could it bear
But not the message sailing in the wave
That I’m so in the shallow and your voice I crave…

It pains when all emotions stack up in a pile
With Herculean will, stretched a farewell smile
And blind- I was blind the last time I saw you
From the bed to the bad, all went & all flew

Blinder than a bat, lacking Provident light,
With my faith in myself I put up a fight
But to no devise, while facing the truth
I saw draining into abyss, all my youth

As by the time I realised that eyes lie,
Ears do and that touch does it amplify
The fact- a brain is useless with no heart.
With the heart this time- let us start.

As “toska” reveals the grim hollow hearth,
For the last time it feels there’s justice on Earth,
Right before my heart burned my head away
I exhaled: “My Wifey- I was there to stay.”

The Tension of Reminiscence…

“At tensed note, you me do hear…
The lines I stroke are feebly real
But life is surely- sure, my dear!

We bravely cry, her heart’s- a heal,
All other times we choose to fear!
We do decide what we do feel!”

The Road

” I saw a courtyard, cavalier,
A flimsy household, burnt despair…
Still tinsy flames, a shaky pier,
Still enter it the brave one dare…

I wised en route, a decrepit man,
“Worth of life perceive no youth can…”

The Market

Not clay, but stone- fat man’s abode,
All passers- by, their mouth’s broad
A blacken shadow strikes a cheek
“There be a duel! “- crowd’s a meek

“Enough! “- at passers’ stall I snap my bread,
With agony, my eyes shall not be fed”

The Wasteland

Miragy, shaky dot, at far horizon
It shivers closer, is that a bison?
Dead and bony, stumping, crossed liaison…
A cross and pike, stuck, chest, war’s son…

“I kill the wish to end it’s pain
I kill the fire and sleep in vain…”

The Bonfire

A stilted, silent, devil’s whore
But she can’t see her kids no more…
A lusty flamelet leaving first sore…
From shrieking crowd- “Torture her, more!”

“”Mumma- Mumma!” Eyes wet, them follow
I turn and stand, heart dipped in sorrow…”

The Woods

The darkest thicket, a daunting stare, stinge some foul…
An eerie swamp, a cryptic flare, a glaciating howl…
All, but none around the pyre, all, but one- hides in the cowl…
“Who is that?”- one dares to ask. “Solitude”- is heard a scowl.

“There, behind “seclusion”, hides a fading man…
Despondency is what it turned into, on that long a span”

The House

An early morning, drapes alfight, birds all tweet…
At portico, beauty for sight, glissades a damsel sweet…
“Where’s your corset, you lousy wench!”- is all the heat,
A High estate, a rich demesne, yet filth off street…

“All this society, all those trends- a despot o’er heads…
Trailing those, loosing friends, knit we all dystopian threads!”

The School

A flock of kids, in field they play, mirth a bunch!
Around something they are gay, natures gift?- a hunch?
Closer, laughter, there’s a deafish boy, gets a kick, a punch…
His name is Ludwig, and he shan’t leave a crunch!

“All have stories, paths, habitude to greatness…
Some suffer, some don’t, yet all reach in lateness!”

The Lake

He ran his eyes- stars seem to hover,
“Life’s been concise”, he does uncover
“I’m now in joy, I’m still tired of lies,
Reality’s-Troy! green bellied fireflies…”

“The man’s just right in his built illusion,
Blind us the truths, sight, with confusion.”

The Pub

“I fill the bowl, then tap the dottle…
Meanwhile others- down the bottle…”
He opens stashed up, tobacco leaves…
“Minds’ out resort, senses take heaves…”

“I’d puff for grayish soul and ring for misty mind,
All kinds love a kind, that’s the truth of the mankind”

***This piece is unfinished, so keep updated, periodically)

Twenty’o’seven

It’s twenty’o’seven and I try to find you…
Your smile is like heaven, when I’m right beside you…
I wonder, I hope, how smittening are you???
The irony grins, I still don’t know you…

It’s twenty’o’seven,look up in the skies…
Two glittering stars, I hope those, your eyes…
I repent on my ignorance, I should have been wise…
I failed to recognize you, in your disguise…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I laugh where I stand…
It trembles, as I cover my eyes with my hand…
Tears and disgusted gazes at face of mine land…
It pains in my soul, you forgot to mend…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it pains in my heart…
I see through my past, slowly I fall apart…
No dear, you should have come in the start…
My feelings are hanging as if tucked with a dart…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I gasp, you are late…
Alone, my soul dwindles, that’s my fate…
Hope dies last, I trust in this state…
I resist, just try to remember the date…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it lies on the ground…
I feel so happy and light, as I turn around…
Your angelic hand lifts me up with no sound…
Still irony laughs, to death were you bound…

It’s twenty’o’seven, the earth ain’t still…
Just feel, you’re bound to someone, or you will…
Though it runs not in accordance with will…
Someday you too will be ground in love’s mill…