Verse of  life


 

Not to take care of the rythm,

but of the sense in my verse,
let its rythm be broken
let its phrases be simple quite,
but its sense should be high..
ever pleasing,thaught provoking
almost genuine,ideal and right!

1980

lots of pacts gave contentment
lots of desires naught.
many tangles and ties..
gestures of heart brought.
when i craved for joys
came to me none  but woes..
knocked at door the joys.
when i befriended woes.
Oh, the glitter of gold,
I wish not to invite
I love solmnity
no illusive lights!

1982

I commit suicide wantonly
in many ways,many times..
have a funeral of formalities
scathing knives of surroundings
that keep stabbing often
my solitary hapless soul!
though i die many times
seldom find you God!
straying helplessly
in this foppish world
that is akin to a murky hole!

1982


there is an ocean of feelings
where overhangs a horizon
meet there earth of truth
and the sky of idealism.
 sitting ahsore all alone..
listening to roaring waves..
 seeing the tides rising
higher often higher..
in otherwise calm oceanic lore.
comes through waves a low oive
echoing in blue azure,
whispers of intuition,
trembling of heart,
winds blowing fiercely
heart bleeds with eyes moist,
confused,constrained,
I suffocate and sigh
failed to find any cure!

1982