Of Babbles And Prayers...

And asked me God
To whom you weigh
Your night against
The bright of day?
Upon the moon
The sun I lay
Till fall the stars
And worlds decay...

Say I, to worship
You, I may
Mere mortal am I
Made of clay
Fragile of all
Easy to slay
While weaker mind
Puts soul astray
Still no matter
How far away
There is my heart
For all to stay
Wherefore I nod
Through joy, dismay...
Pray for me beloved
Solemnly pray
I know not how
The prayers to say...

A 5 Minute Rant...

If heart and soul are meant to burn
Let my love burn even the sun
And if a wish from God I earn
Let it be simply known
That from the moment saw you first
There's been this insatiable thirst
And even by His sacred verse
Nothing I'd pray to own...

The prophets say - boy walk this way
To quench your quest of night and day
For earthly joys are here to stay
And heaven's there to rule -
Dare not ask what might be God's will
Care not what the worlds may reveal
I'm needing, wanting, loving still
Just you, my beautiful...

Quatrains On Happiness...

I bear a red rose, still to bloom
At garden of your shade
Seeking the touch of your perfume
For its scent to be spread
And when the richest empire is
Counting on wealth unmade
It wreathes a tulip to an iris
Never do they fade...

I see a heaven, still to be
At shelter of your sky
Built by the jewels of eternity
For souls to purify
And there the Gods have oracled
Of earthly paradise
With love, magic and miracle
From vision of your eyes...

I seek a solace, still to find
At sweetness of your face
Bringing my perfect peace of mind
For your smile to be traced
And when with prayers of tomorrow
The angels fail to bless
It seeks the blank of such sorrow
To fill with happiness...

I write a poem, still to rhyme
At the book of your pages
For here the words are spelt by time
Written for all the ages...

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In the form
Of things to be
A freedom will still
Make no sound to lips...
I present nothing
Except for
That faith...

To my beautiful...

The Love Rèsumè...

This world's full of no vacancy
Nothing to do or say
Since love is never advertised
Sending my rèsumè...

To love you with total of heart
When nothing I can give
By being the only one you love
My only objective...

My skill and expertise are vast
Far too many to count
No matter my experience
I'd never let you down...

Apart from fashion, trend and vogue
Simple and straight's my style
Though born stubborn, insane, alone,
I'd bring your perfect smile...

When world is darkened, cold and quiet
With nothing worthwhile in it
I'd seek vision through your eyes and
Rhyme thousand words per minute...

In business admin I still hold
A degree for my life
Though bachelor to such, I hope
One day you'd be my wife...

They say higher education helps
To move in career faster
And once you accept my request
In BA I'd be master...

When others are getting jobs done
Counting on acquaintances
May God be witness of my love
I'd bear own references...

Rant Of Faces Pt. II...

Still from awakening, I wake,
"I, good morning", to myself spake
In dim dark room's intimacy
The mirror's shade there smiles at me
A blithely face it quietly draws
I become me off errs and flaws
'Tis been quite long I've had my naps
Now on the roads, I'd roam perhaps
Then out to streets my shadow passes
Gently crossing through lads and lasses
Some scattered whistles my lip plays
While passerbys give me their way
Hungry I step in a restaurant
Listening to whispers, people chant
Of things and stuffs and dates and places
While I notice their smile of faces
Though not too long to them I hear
Their conversation's quite unclear
Wondering should I be hearing such chat
Still slightly listen to this and that,
*Her eyes are pretty, dark and deep
But those chinky edges make me weep*
*I'd surely offer him a rose
But fear he has a sneazy nose*
*Her smile is nice but teeth seem strung*...
"Oh, you who bear their twenty tongues",
I sigh and quietly leave that place
To them dare not ask 'bout my face
Day ends I return to home and yes
Again I'm faceless as always
Putting a crossed glance at the mirror
Somehow there feel quite inferior
My dark skin looks quite frightening
Needs supra-ultra-whitening
My sister says I've feline look
Perhaps 'tis for the beard I took
But foxy face I much adore
Suits my personality more
What if of all my beard, instead,
Peeled off my skin using the blade?
That way I'd root out melanin
Giving me the ever white skin
I'd take some flesh off my chin, plus,
My face would look like foxes thus
And suddenly my mirror's shade
Quite vanishingly there it said,
"If such is so you may assume,
Tell me, then I'll be seeing whom?"

Oh My Country...

And long ago I told my cousin,
"This country's still in a state that it was in
The only difference after seventy one
Freedom's yet to be freed though freedom is done
And how to free such freedom is a choice
By settling for peace, lest all destroys
But the nation which pretends to caretake
Would find 'twas not a better choice to make
For once you really seek for the whos
You'd find they're not there for me and you
Though you say it's just a way, somehow
To maintain peace and for a while allows
The security of the normal folks
But sooner or later would reveal a hoax
While discontent which has been smothered
With suppression would lead on further...
But who am I? A no one, like any other
Speechless like you, still listen my brother -
Once that nation's freed from such beguile
By its own sentries it's to be defiled"...

Of Time, And Change, And ME...

Every winter, fog cascades into spring
Greeting its scents from remnants of autumn
Igniting tempests for summer to bring
Until roses meet their finest blossom...
To such, I may last into vast of dust
Collapsed to scatters, grasped along to breeze
For even ancient ravines must combust
And lapse through the void of all centuries...
When through billion suns these worlds have trod
Into limits of sky yet be conceived,
To settle all may to an unfound God
With vision of heaven still be achieved...
...Not more I know of what time arranges -
...I’ll always love you through all such changes...

My Kind Of Beautiful...

...Then once I saw
From your eyes
Flew a blinded
Butterfly
Blithely went it
Through the valleys
Settling to my
Lonesome sky...

Some faded petals
Were my offerings
My garden had
No rose to keep
It wreathed an iris
In my diaries
Placed a dew
On my tulips...

For many moons
It sought the dawn
Its lively wings
Soon turned too bleak
I heard my autumn
Chorus fading
Into cold of
Wintry shrieks...

Though once a now
Till every then
Some wandering doves
Would soar afar
Let’s cross them by
With worlds aside
Here I am still
For there you are...

And how I wished
To touch your shores
Swaying to where
The ocean roared
Yet rather would I
Remain silent
This moment mine
Is ever yours…

For now your arms
Are open wide
Breathe in a smile
For wind to steal
I’d catch it still
From once a dream
For you know now
What was my real...

And flew that blinded
Butterfly
From beneath a
Lonesome sky
Blithely went it
Through the valleys
Quietly setteled
To your eyes...


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From the blessing of a love
That is not bound to whys
Through the remnant of a happiness
That makes no sound to lips
Until the memory of a peace
That is not found to freedom...

To my beautiful...

The Tale Of Retard From Hell And Slumbered Angel…

Beyond the clouds of darkest sky
Above the stellar heights
A little north then south to east
Then left to west then right
Where mortal eyes can never reach
With blur upon their sight
There shines a thing of brightest dim
And looms aloof at night…

“A divine spark from dark of hell”
Said one deity to me
Although, the great abysmal pit
Would slightly disagree
According to demonic texts
Written on hellish tree
That thing’s the grave of one demon
A jolly-good one was he…

No one knows who his parents were
Neither from whence he came
‘Tis said satan found him when child
And had his soul to tame
Gave mantra of the sickly kind
Which brought him highest fame
Did all the sins whenever mad
Hence retard was his name…

In those days heaven used to be
Neighboured beside abyss
Because of clashes among Gods
There was a ground amidst
Once every full-moon they’d gather
And after blissful treats
Angelic and demonic troops
Would fight there vis-a-vis…

It was one of those fighting nights
And all the troops were ready
Waiting upon the nick of go
Bended they stood quite steady
But the demonics could not start
Because retard seemed fled; he
Was ‘sposed to lead them in their fights
And wasn’t found, instead he

Was seen beside a lonesome bed
‘Tis been some weeks he’s there
Where played heavenly symphony
And lived a beauty, fair
Breathing she was with smile on face
But never opened stare
Thus wondering stood he till she wakes
For some words to be shared

And ‘tis for her he’s forgetful
‘Bout his demonic oaths
Then once inside that darkened room
On heaven’s level, fourth
At that night she suddenly woke
And met the eyes of both
With throbbing heart and desperate blood
Looking at her, he quoth,

“Beg pardon, dear, forgive me if
I woke you up from slumber
Your beauty matches with no witch
And nymphs are all outnumbered
Whose eyes these are upon my face
Shining like purest ember
With fire to burn my soul within
For ever to remember?”

*Heaven’s design I look after
With closing of my glimpse
My eyes play visions when asleep
To better heaven’s themes
Waking once every new year, I
Let Gods know of my schemes
An angel I’m, Dreamy’s the name
And my job is to dream*

“Dreamy, I’m thankful you replied
And answered my enquiries
It’s been some weeks searched for your name
To write upon my diaries
Hope from my end you would accept
This flower from my empire, it’s
A white tulip that smells like rose
And turns into red iris”...

*A devil you appear to me
Still you are quite well-spoken
At first methought a ghost you were
But glad my sleep was broken
For I was tired of all my dreams
Feels nice to be awoken
So, worry not if woke me up
And thank you for your token*...

“You’re quick to recognize me, dear,
Throughout hellfire I swam
Bearing face of the highest beast
I feast with fallen lambs
My evils know the least of good
And wrists have Gods to damn
They call me retard, since I’ve been
Thus I’ll be for I am...

My evils knew the least of good
Until I saw your face
And felt an unknown change within
With a strange loneliness
Perhaps I wish some times with you
If you’d allow, unless…”
*Fear not retard for to your words
My answer will be - YES*…

And what to say, what magical
Moments were then occurred
Gods were clapping, showering with flowers
While flew the whitest birds
Though mortal ears still disbelieve
But trust me on these words
This was the first of divine nights
With love that no one heard…

Lord satan was busy for hell
And sipping fetid rum
Soon he was informed ‘bout this tale
Through lustrous witches’ hum
“Disgrace to hell”, all demons quoth
With beating on their drums
So, satan summoned him quickly
In his horrid sanctum

Unfound was retard, lost he seemed
Upon his angel’s lap
Surrounded by the whitest doves
Listening cherubic rap
Angry at such lord satan thought
Of bringing them mishap
His army chloroformed retard
And angel was kidnapped...

Waking from that abrupt attack
Retard grabbed thunderbolts
Then once upon a comet’s ride
Circled the hellish vaults
With temper hot as demon’s fire
Started fatal assaults
The heaven’s gates heard frequent blasts
While hell began to jolt…

Bleeding in feet and hand and chest
Still retard showed his swings
For forty nine days he brought hell
Upon hell’s everything
Then suddenly he saw angel
Fainted she seemed and stringed
To a tree on the battleground
Towards her hasted wings...

Though not a single word she said
Despite sufferings forborne
Her eyes still sought with hopeful dreams
For their own world to dawn
Freeing her off the chains, retard
Consoled the dreads were gone
Picked angel up to fly away
Somewhere to skies beyond...

Satan was there behind a bush
Planning his twisted plot
Armed with the fearful sinful spear
Which even Gods would rot
Wherever the targets might be
To dodge it they cannot
Aiming at those two in the sky
Made the satanic shot

Piercing their hearts that spear went
Making its deadly wounds
And then beneath that mournful eve
Upon the battleground
From middle sky, there fell those two
Where silence still resounds
And ever since, that sinful spear
Was never to be found

Upon hearing this saddened tale
The Gods were breathing sighs
Heaven was closed for thousand days
While all the angels cried
A crystal covering they all made
‘Round that abandoned isle
Protected by blessings of Gods
And lights of paradise…

And many stars have passed since then
In kingdom of Almighty
There have been suns and moons and such
Of numerous variety
Whenever looking in the sky
With sob of my sobriety
I search that light of brightest dim
To lessen all anxiety…

So, that’s the same old lesson here
To wrap this crazy tale
With lovely touch of the angels
The demons can be well
Still shines the thing from boundaries
Of paradise and hell
Remember, it’s the height of love
Where those two lovers fell…

Madness Unclassified...

And then she asked, "oh why oh why
From my life you can't just be through?
Ovr'ly stubborn, insane you ain't
And who I am, you never knew;
This is not love, not even hate
With reason I could find no clue...
What good it did to your own life
It seems you don't know what you do
So, go back to from where you came
For I won't even talk to you"...

...And my naive vagrant unleashed
Searching for the whitest lilies
And he roamed and he roamed
For the moon for your seas
Through the venuses of heaven
Like the mars from abyss
Until finally returned home
Bearing my phantom of melancholy...
Then from my once peering diaries
Fell a lonely iris
My tongue still numbed of the tulip kisses,
When my rose meant nothing...
And my rose meant nothing...

ForI was surprised to see you by a mosque
Raising hopeful wrist on white salwar
And I danced, like the king
Of butterflies
Beneath your throne of infinite
And I smiled,
And I cried,
And I fell,
And I died...
Ever felt me, my beautiful?
The sun that nightly shone
Still whispered your name
And I peered across my lost January moon
That hovered over an april grave...
To the lip of my yes-like face
I found no tongue
To the shriek of my no-like face
I found no word
And thus I remained, silent,
From my first bone of eternity
Until the last skull of God
For my God meant nothing...
And my God means nothing...

Beloved,
I am not of a prophet
To verse you the Books
And I am not of a poet
To praise you the cliches...
A wanderer I am
Wondrously strayed
Across myriad miles of misty minarets
Until you shelter me as your lover
And my rebellious luggage
Is stuffed with emerald myths
That await you, the queen for my sapphires
Crowned upon my amethyst madness;
For your highness,
I know not what else to do,
While raising my faithful sleeves
I could only wish for you,
For I mean nothing...
And I mean nothing...