The King of Spring you do not know

Even if the cones are not born green

Don't their hollow browns reflect the Dusk's moonbeam?

No matter the berries lost their Velvet

They wrap in December, the Sultry Soil in Blue Quilt

Remember?? You threw like a whore the dry orange rose

Look above, Its tiny  stem is knitted on the nest of Black Crows 

And then you churned the yellow treeless bunch of Leaves

The same bunch canopies a versatile creed of dormant seeds

You set your boat ashore when flakes turn to lake

This Purple Que Parasols the fish from snowy Pellets and hail

And your Chariot staggers to go near the gothic smoky Grove

But you Cant see, A rainbow wreath of peacock elves shield the roof   

But You do not Know...

But You do not Know...

Even In Autumn the Crippled and Murky shadows

Taller and Taller Grow

For in Autumn's World

The most Adverse is the most Prosperous...

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My Heart has gone astray , it is no more on my roads

As we went hand in hand

Teeming with twinkles on the Desert's sand Tranquilly Oblivious; Felicity On thine lips used to burst Together We had breath In million layered oranges and reds Our two Knuckles in one Had many times ruled my deshaped Sun Heart! come back to thither soon My clock has circumbulating Moon Oh the Stormy Wind! be little gentle and Slow My Heart has gone Astray it is no more on my roads
Before i could encounter the autumn in sheep's wool Hissed, murmured and rustled Your waggish Witty Push How Affable you were my softest chamber... You left and then i learnt World has lasting Winter Here i stand in multitudes; Captored and Plundered With metallic snow my woods of blood are worst to rust My brain has lost its beeps I think no more divine Talk to me Heart! My nerves succumb Sing me Tender Lullaby's Rhyme Oh Stormy Wind be gentle and Slow My heart has gone astray it is no more on my roads

"Eclipsed Identity"

I went long on foreign miles

Crawled,

Jumped

Struggled with every Limb,

Tailored my skin,

Truncated my fins,

Waved off the wintery wings

I shape shifted....

Was i a flagrant liquid?

Was i a lucid Fluid?

Or a Molten Solid?

I knew not....

All of my Trails my polished paint escaped

My toil earned the roads

Which are only my mask's abode

Clueless and sun less i lie bare

Unrecognisable

 In my own battle

My mask stands the hero

and I.....

The chained Slave

'Not a saint, but a Half Human'

Capitalist's affluents dwarfed his hillocks of degrees
Seculars opened his veins to set him free
He bled, he oozed, his inch of skin paid the price
His neurons dribbled dreary dews , was he bruised? 
No , not yet he moved ahead
His pale termite infected bones and voiceless vocal chords
A million artists they called, like bees plunder the sweet
The more dark archs legnthened his noontide
More the Artist's serpent-tooth smile burnished wide
He preserved the niggardly genius in mediocrity 
And coppered coins on his breath to show sheer sincerity
Abondened from the Earth, a priest found his relics
Declared a saint, the script holder processed all his empty bricks
Today, i his daughter out of hunger, out of acute thirst
Is forced to lick from her own Father's blood, the holy grail

Life's Last Endeavor

Scrapes, scratches 

Wounds, bruises,
Clamps, Crutches,
Pricking Pangs
Punctured Cramps
Laying low
The Bronzite Man,
Mowing Down,
His Life's Hour-Glass.

Churning and Chopping,
Drop by Drop
His Blood ,
Membranes
Neurons,
Vessels and 
Clots.

Knocking down,
His waggish Ken.
Cloth less stands,
Now his entrails.
The Bones the flesh
Are territory less.
His Sun Tumbling
and Struggling,
To fight
Purple, Blue ,black
and their Kins.

But today
There are no earls
There rules no king
Death has its Dynasty
it will smite
It will strike
To keep Him Slow
Numb
Frozen
Tranquil and
lowly-browed

Ventilators,
Oxygen Masks,
Drips, Injectibles,
Sedative Pills,
To fill and lift,
Paucity of Pink.
The Electric Shocks
Clip-clopping
Kicking Up
The old man's heels

The Dying Man
Pushed, Pulled ,Jerked 
The blue lips,
And
Bee-infected-wounds.
He died not in Silence
But in noisy Struggle
As Life's Last Farewell
Asks for Absolute Endeavor

A Queen in His Dynasty

The truth was I always wanted to be a virgin in his dreams--an undiscovered treasure. I wished to be layered in such diffidence and urbanity that even no words could smell of my fragrance. I longed each day we exchanged glances , the time takes pace and beats its drums so hard, that no salutations between me and him take place.
How many times i saw him lowering his gaze finding my demeanour from the corner of his eyes? Ask me not.If i dared narrate the day will fade. It was not disgust, nor my boastful feminine pride which hulked around his shadow rather i wanted this love to be pure in the realms of cherubic earth. i left him no chance to scribble a word on his lips. Each time he mustered up courage , i shattered all his plans, his passions for me whenever rose, i closed all my heart's doors. I can swear on heaven i was his fantasy queen. In his thousand hours of solitude for a million times he used to write and erase only my name on his cell phone.

Soldier by profession , he was fighting two wars, one with the warlords and the second with his impatient heart.

I could picture how his lashes had battered full of tremor , his hair clenched by fists and his tongue must had savoured the salt of his own blood dropping from his lips after being bitten by his own teeth. He was on the maze whose roads were turned more angular and twisted by me. I was rejoiced to reign his brain while he was frustrated to turn into a moth as he had seen several times the burnt ashes of moth forming geometrical patterns on the rug woven with saffron threads, in the lantern lighted dull room.

The years passed by and my ignorance underrated his emotions. The time indeed waits for none, his clock turned still. A bullet pierced through his chest and the soldier met the cradle earth locking me in his heart.

. Both of us won, He wanted to be my favourite memory and i always whimed to be an alone queen in his dynasty.

You Could not Recognize me

A feather was there to tickle your intellect Somebody has watered your frosty flower errect Your starless nights were lit with lemon lamps To get you braced from blues of bogs and greens of swamps But you could not recognize me...

Around assembled dignitaries of peer-blossoms and daisies I petalled your thorns with straws of orange roses Once your streets were arid and spurned How many times for your lonesome nights , glow-worm i turned? But you could not recognize me...

I promulgate your song on breeze of spring Whenever your southern sky in scarlet sea sinks To keep your name alive on sandy sea shore, All my life i accepted to be minion to wave's white foams But you could not recognize me...

Sun's first ray has etched your profile Your alleys and shady avenues are perfectly Bright All is complete, your exuding pride, your imperial fame Not even foot note in your book has my name But you could not recognize me...