The Girl I loved and Memory of it…


You ...you are beyond a girl friend-of me
when I draw the-love anatomy

The goodness is pack my hearts delivery
Your beauty shines like embroidery
You have clouded me and my memory
Snatching out my soul of misery

It is true and not mockery
You can touch …
and feel it like a masonry

And you are
my lover and my only pal
I'm goooo-ne for good on sabbatical
I am tripping
but I'm spitting the lyrical
My vacation
Relocation
Is mystical
Sacred from out side beauty
This is my treasure …
and delivery

And God knows my hearts care
when you are with me
all that I care
The whole wide world
be gone and no room spare
but, I won't scare!

A glimpse of me!

A glimpse of my brain … where my deepest thoughts reside
The attic corner of my shrine … where values get collide
At each breath drawn … my existence goes slide
Definition of my essence … along the shadow stride

I am opening the gate of … my gateway
Gateway to my pride
The pride gets me sway
Sway at times I do hide
From the display shelf
To the verbal turf
Hidden from the stage of viewers

That is what I’m opening …
A scroll to the diligent readers
Opening I choose, my gateway
To the curious viewers

The break-up !

It was good while it last
Or… was it ? My imagination!?
Questioning the out-cast
Thoughts of me in conjunction
In conjunction with my time
With my dime
At my prime
It was great
While it last

And then,
We grew
Grew apart from each other
Each then skew
Views shattered dreams alter

Speak different dialect
Our thoughts so separate
Separated your way from mine
Your heart from mine

Then … why linger? in memory
Why dwell in null agony

I will let you go … let you free
You will let me go … let me be me!

To you My enemy!

I’m spitting rhymes
Towards the limes
Of my lame life
For those who added strife
From you to my roots and heredity
Now it is sprawling down to my unborn commodity

Thanks to you that I’m so hopeless!
To define my existence I’m lawless
Spread away on earth with out focus

While you enjoy the land and the palisade
The crew you built in strong arcade
Will be weighed in God’s spade

When the time comes!
Till then,

To you my enemy… I yearn to be a friend of me!
Paradoxical contradiction
While you held me … you abandoned me!

Good Bye Now!

My heart was open to you
Or was it?
I had never up-to tell you
That I adore you

But you,
You had an agenda
All along
You had a secret plan
Mischievous clan
To support you
To rapport you

You took that at heart
You believe that
You flew with that
You’re not in your spot

What has left of you today?
What has left of your charm?
You are gone long ago
Your soul has departed
Your karma
Full of drama
Full of mischief
I ‘m not wanna be a part of it

All I have is your memory
From ‘long ago’ I reminisce
I don’t want the phony
The person who you have become
Is it wealth, fear of death?
Or the stealth
That altered your ego
Persuaded you to forgo
Who I was in my fulsome
Personality
You locked out with nothing

Good bye!

Lack!



That is not lack
Merely described by Webstern
Oxford, or any other
Dictionary.

That is not the definition
Given for not having
Day starter

The real lack is
The real need is
When a soul is hanging from
Single thread
A Thread comprised of
Few blood cells and
Muscle string

When texture of existence
Vanished away to the point
Can’t tell
Who, what and where from!

When the silence
Pierces the very nature of
A soul’s core

That is a real lack!