the lass, the oak and a tragic love story

Some say it is my best so far...and i do not disagree.

Once, not long ago,
in a city that bled;
A young lass, so pretty a face,
on her wedding night fled.

An oak in the park
had marked her love since first.
She waited there with longing
and a heart that was going to burst.

Minutes slid by to hours
no wheels screeched to halt.
No knight in shining armour.
Oak burned at love's fault.

Stars soon departed
and night left tears on grass.
With flowers was the body,
the lass,undone by love.

my love lives deep within me

I don't feel well today.Something is missing and I know what it is. Just posting an old piece I had written last semester when the colours were brighter and the weather less oppressing.

I have long desired
to live in those eyes.
For so long that
the desire somehow became
a part of me.
I am now an expression
of my beliefs and my hopes;
And now it is immaterial,
that I find those eyes.
Bcoz what I have been looking out
has long been within me.
I have risen above the cravings
and the desires
and I have found love
deep within me.

The tyranny of light

What we know to be right may be wrong.What we believe is good, may still be not that good.Just trying that with light...to find out how much darkness means to us.

The tyranny of light;
it tears,
the heart of the night
unapologetically.

Every morning on the run,
many a nights are dead
by the mighty warrior Sun.
He and the tyranny of light

Just look at night,in pain
through men and sun alike,
On the grass are the tears it rain.
With stabs on skin,but hope in its heart,
lives the tyranny of light.

It rises again, day after day,
gives warm quilts of December
undoes a cruel sun in hot May.
It rises,to live
and be dead again at dawn;
killed by the tyranny of light.

love and land

I don't know what to write about it.Wrote it in the class, and my mind was wandering in a world of its own and I felt the words coming from somewhere deep within.

A garden goes to waste,
the plants wait for you.
So do the birds parched on the trees,
the plants,the grass and the early morning dew.

A kaleidoscope of emotions
will show you what I have.
The colours are a thousand,the patterns a million,
and so are the motifs of my heart.

The birds flock the sky,
but sing a sorry tune.
A palace but with no subjects,
haunting like some ancient ruin.

But the one who would change it all
is away, long gone from land.
And even the sun is sorry
and the land is sad,
and the soil is slowly turning to sand.

I can live no more for world

Days come when have lows and ur life looks so futile and u feel....

Let me die tonight,

I can live no more for world.
Let me die tonight,
I will live another day.

I have still some jobs to do,
but they can be done another day.
I have still a lot to prove,
but it can wait another day.

Lemme die tonight,
I have got nothing more to do.
I promise I will be back,
with the coming of the morning dew.

The world that waits me there,
is sweeter than the world I live.
The fires of the hell are colder,
than the fires I am thrown in.

Lemme die tonight,
I have got a right to do.
I am putting up with more than normal,
and I don't want it like this.

Lemme die tonight,
I can live no more for world.
Lemme die tonight,
I will live another day.

Wooden Heart

It is difficult to protect your love when your heart has been wronged.The bitter taste may linger in the mouth for ever,but let not your heart be broken on a stone.

All this time,I was writing,
letters to another moon,
and I thought, the replies,
would come some day soon.
But my hopes were hollow -
the moon was a little too far,
before my words reach the ears,
they had to pass an iron bar.
And the heart,that would read them,
had been cold for quite some time.
The letters were burnt to warm it,
but failed to do the job.
All the time, I was loving,
I was loving a wooden heart.