Evocative Vent-Out

Well, this is a kind of out of tune poem. I hardly know what I wrote and why as well. Sometimes it happens when you’re too overstressed or too confused to actually understand the wheels of life and end up writing some derstandable stuff. Here it goes.

Loosing myself in the crowd,
Hurdled altogether in a shroud.

I felt tenderness of the fiery pain,
Showering on me like acrid rain.

If only I knew the deepest gush,
I saw myself lost in a rush.

Wandering and drooling over fear,
Broken and torn and in tears.

Expecting silver lining in the dark clouds,
Thundering away so very loud.

Mountains drifting in the air,
And I am lost in this fair.

My fate tangling with death,
Losing my life with grief wreath.

Moving on into a full repose,
From the core-deep blood I rose.

And traversing onto a new path,
Of infinity, not on this earth.

If That’s Called Love!

Sleepless nights wander away,
And I fall in love again and again.
All I want is just for you to stay,
‘Cause you’re the rainbow with the rain.
I wonder how much love I store,
And how much more still I crave.
Beneath those sheets of amour,
How a war of love would rave.
Those glittering eyes of life,
Blowing life into my soul.
Just like the sharpness of a knife,
Every part of my heart gets mould.
Kisses savoured and shared,
Hugs tight and crushing.
Every little day you cared,
Like the flowing waters rushing.
I pray for you as my future,
I pray for your lifetime faith.
As day by day you nurture,
My wrestless dangling faith.
I LOVE YOU! :-*

Treading Yesterday

Stepping onto a new stone,
Treading past hurdles owned,
A faint breath still lingers,
Of the yesteryears forlorn.

Briskly walking on the road,
Leaving down all the load,
Merry light waiting ahead,
Bliss, the breeze stored.

New love and new life,
Yet the love of the strife,
Knocks on the door,
Of the memoirs that thrive.

No matter what all I try,
The leaves all so very dry,
Make the feelings of the soul,
All very gloomy and wry.

Though ardor now walks this day,
And my heart always sways,
Yet I am still stuck and stopped,
By this TREADING YESTERDAY.

A Little Love To Brew

Dancing in the black tempest,
With a wild heart I’ll kiss you.
Soaking every drop of rain,
A strong little love will brew.

With the storm thundering away,
I’ll hold you tightly in my arms.
With the clouds laughing away,
I’ll make your world full of charms.

A striking thunderstorm fierce,
And the wind blowing in its full might.
Will make you feel my love for you,
As I’ll be clutching you so tight.

I’ll hold your hand giving assurance,
Of forever love and togetherness.
You’ll look into my eyes with a hope,
And a life-long faith you’ll get with no stress.

Seeking solace you’ll stay back with me,
You’ll know there’s no world without us.
I’ll give you the world’s best feeling,
With a naughty mess and a little fuss.

A lightning brighter than the sun,
Will strike us down from dust to dust.
Yet our love will remain alive,
In this black tempest, on the earth’s crust.

Neither death nor life can keep us apart,
As our bond is stronger than the strongest power.
Our togetherness will remain alive,
As blessings of Eden on us shower.

I so wish for this day to come,
And all it’ll take to make this true,
Like the music of a guitar strum,
Is a strong “little love to brew”.

PS: I am posting after such a long time! I feel so nostalgic whenever I visit WordPress but the overload of studies isn’t permitting me to post anything. Well, I managed somehow today.

I’ll Be Back Soon.

Phew! A very long time! Been lots of ages away from WordPress and its making me feel so nostalgic. I want to be back and I’ll be back in a few days time. Well that’s what I hope. Undergraduate in medical is hectic.

Whatever, I am sorry people if I kept you waiting for a long time but I promise to be back soon and as soon as possible.

This post is just a reminder that I’m still alive dying to be with all my WordPress friends.

I Swear

Loosing my features where tides tuned,

Life becomes humdrum when money earned.

Where’s the joy and love around,

When lost in material mud?

Venturing into a path less traversed,

A challenge I throw to myself.

To enjoy little tidbits of bliss,

Turning time to my servant.

Not much to ask, not much to crave,

No such desires tending grim fate.

Just dear love and a little craze!

That this heart yearns for its course.

Pain shatters me, still I breathe,

‘Cause I know here lies my little bed.

What’s life without darkness?

When there comes light of merry after.

so, I swear I’ll dance in the rain,

Till my lungs burst free!

I swear I’ll enjoy my strife,

Till happiness is bound to come.

My fate not in the hands of the world,

But just in the grasp of my heart.

So, I’ll lead it the way I desire,

Through the rocky path of the green forest,

Till death comes and engulfs it in its arms.

Symphony

Like those loud music beats,

And vacant empty streets,

The course of our lives,

Is full throws of strive.

The fall of a giant,

May not be a matter faint,

But the bruises with blood,

Teach us to survive the flood.

The boat with a narrow hole,

May in its way down-roll,

But it teaches us to fight,

The current waves so might.

The scorching fireball rays,

May block our blind ways,

But they teach us to see,

In dim lights of life with glee.

The strong heavy downpour,

May flood our big ocean floor,

But the drops give us strength,

To live our life a long-length.

The fierce lightning bolts,

The earth crust it moulds,

But the burns teach us to feel,

Those happy moments we steal,

Our successes and failures,

Our desires and stay-lures,

And their crashing ends,

Teach us to all soft pores mend.

The broken heart pains hell,

We scream, groan and yell,

But it makes us realize the truth,

Of a patiently-willed hope fruit.

Huge lessons we learn to survive,

In all odds and evens to strive,

And life has it immense to give us,

So an orchestral symphony it is thus.

P.S. - This poem was featured here - http://morningerection.wordpress.com/2012/05/07/poetic-license-21/

I am just updating here in my blog because I just wanted to share with all my followers and fellow bloggers who haven’t read this poem of mine.