1 ALL ALONE
I saw, I thought
I fell, I tried, I knew it was wrong
And knew what is right,
But then also, I tried.
Like a snooper, like a ghost
I travelled around the host.
I have no ears to say, and no one for the try
Now within me, I started to cry.
I had conscience, and I had will,
My soul said this:
But the self-said: “Yes you will.”
Now, I am divided within me
I don’t know when it will be one
and, I will be free.
God says, it is not the time
So you wait;
Fortifying my will I tried so.
But whenever time came,
I put the bait.
I am yowling, and getting bonkers,
Soul willing not to do wrong.
But if this doesn’t happen,
Woe and madness will last ever long.
I just need a friend,
who is on m y side.
Who will listen about this beginning and end.
Who will help me,
To find the path of light,
And find a way, true and bonafide.
Being a true student, I habe not
And never tried a little bit.
For a true student
this is not the way
Others, it was just a small skit.
Well, now what?
Shall I g for it or not?
God! How to answer these glitchy and vexed ones?
The answer always comes
50% yes and 50% not.
I know, its only my will,
not from forward.
Inside explodes frustration,
And outside I grow coward.
After a cool glance,
At the crispy smiles,
At leadt the uneasyness,
Brooding ill disatisfaction
And frustration,
All are blown away in miles.
Today I was flowing with it,
I was pale, shivering with fright.
I tried to try it,
But just suffered to walk
On my side.
And as I misswed the moment,
I cried, cried and only cried.
O God! My best friend,
If its just an illusion
Not my way,
Not meant for me,
Then I would only say,
Give me a beautiful and peaceful end.
I am standing here,
all alone.
Finding someone
who is my own.
My student is shattering,
into pieces of stone.
In this life,
tears have grown.
And I’m here All Alone.
And I’m here All Alone.
And I’m here All Alone.
2 UNCLE DAD
Hey! Dearly Uncle Dad
Your Little son is back.
I came so joyous....
Troddling in trod.
You turned to nape,
From your brisky snack.
I remember your smile
It said with amaze,
“Hey Little tyke welcome back”
But now I’ve craze, of
that melody that
Uncle let’s give it a
Splendid Recap....
My Dearie Uncle Dad
Our Love will live forever
Even we take the
Final Nap...!
3 SISTERS OR FRIENDS
Clouds are there in all heaven
Earth is despair’d for her only friend.
Besties together,
What a moment then!
Fulled with merriment , I utterly lament.
They are sisters and not friends.
How conjoint they are!
How so much interwoven!
Cozy talks and secrets hidden.
“Oh! Lets move; if you are here,
Join me then..”
And yes! They are sisters and not friends.
4 I WILL WAIT
I waited, And will
When the nights offered Offerings...
When the days offered Chase.
Initially I saw gloomy
But then I saw Ways,
It could have been easy.
Oh! Me! Am fool seeing it a chase.
I could have had it
but I decided a wait...
What rhymes to use?
What verses to say?
How vexy to express,
My failures today!
A visage’s bewitching &
Dazzling I saw
In night so lovely
Like the cutest doll.
One sang so soothe,
One burst in mewls...
That night I was,
Yes I was filled
With agony, love, pain and Will.
I will be waitig,
ANd I’m waiting still.
But for now
Will be vanishing.
But for now
Will be killed.
4 WE ARE CHANGED
It must be said,
It must be told.
My pal has changed,
But, he was bold.
In days,
He had conscience.
And gotta will,
But values are pulverized.
He’s not that, still.
Moron can be said
And moron he, be named.
Since, for mewls in Childishness.
And behaves insane.
The values are drowned,
His ethics have changed.
May be now he’s grown,
As though he’s lost the pain.
Now, the roots are stone
His clay is a pot.
So no, nothing seems to
change, it’s a fixed knot.
In dreams of hope
Miracle may happen,
If no changes in path.
My only concern,
is for the wall clock.
Days could be nasty,
And glitchyness at top.
With this little heart
With benevolence I say
Return this lad
Else he’s gonna pay.
5 A DILEMMA WITH THIS BEAUTY
Oh! so lovely
That mesmeric glance
Striking me hard,
As though the sweetest pain.
Its said “Beauty”
a joy forever.
That is to soothe and make you quiver.
That outake pleasantries and out bring colours.
But Nope,
That beauty invites no beauty
That beauty invites grieves.
That beauty brings agony
That beauty brings sufferings.
That beauty makes me thirsty,
But that beauty is the spring.
That beauty’s seldom melancholy,
But, that beauty’s seldom forlic.
Ah!!!!!! Leave all...
Closing my eyes and,
Remembering the days.
Alluring its beauty
Dazzling its grace.
Describing the visage
Gotta no words to say.
Its just,
Glistering of gold
For that angelic glimpse
Shattering sharp, soothing
That browsy things.
Hair loose in ringlet
Wow!!...astonishing!!
Further it stops, further it breaks
Further its gone...
Further I think,
Dilemma’s my destiny
Now no more ponderings.
That was the poem,
Where my lonliness sings.
But this is the poem
On enthralling things.
6 IN SHAME, STILL AND STUCK
I stand. Mumb....still....quite.
The dusk has gone, the night is on.
But still, I stand still, quite.
Shrill winds blow, they come
They go, they passby.
I stare at your door, they are shut.
As if two guardsmen, but
Still I stand in this melancholy.
That night I was, yes I was
Really brutish, barbarous beast.
I regret, I thoroughly regret.
I shouldn’t have, but what should I now?
Quite helpless and selfless this heart
Is shrinking and sinking.
My head is down, tears have filled,
The heart. The lids are closed they
Are tightly closed in the shame
Of a griveous fault.
If you please hear, then I may
Clear. That I had held no arrogance,
No cruelty, no pride.
No nothingness was in there,
Nothing was in my mind.
Yes I went, I just went,
Thoughtless, struck and blank.
Oh pity! I admit, for it was
A grieveous and folly thing I did.
I beseech you to hear my cause
For, with grief and pain and guilt,
I’m now breaking in my limbs.
In this night, this lovely night
I stand, in the sound of silence.
I stand quite and still,
With apologies and for a smile,
Or lift up your frown and kill.
I sob and sigh, my conscience
It gets pricked.
I am, I really am drowned in apology
For though it was unknowingly
But a hellish talk I did.
7 I WANT
I want those mornings seeing your soft cheek,
Who blush like roses red and soft and meek!
I want those afternoons as hot as flare,
Where you show me your love most true and rare.
I want those evenings like a dying star,
Where you fall in my arms to fall off far.
I want those nights as swift as pigeons two,
Where you flly into me and I in you.
8 Micro
And then,
By the lift of dawn
Suns unveiled!
Her thousand lovely powers
And thus revealed...
Her skin-deep beauties
And I
Beheld
In her
My cosmic star..
But she
Beheld
In me
Her milky way...
9 A Snedola Blooms
Near I see the gazebow,
A Snedola fairer than moon or snow.
Like sheer delight
In the morrow's light
The Snedola, yes she blooms
Like Phoenix she grows
she blooms and grows
She grows and burns and glooms... Red as rose,
or the sun when rose,
Oh! Snedola yes turns red.
Like crowns that glister,
Or Venus's sister,
The Snedola shines with sweat.
Like eclipsed moon,
or a summer's prune,
The snedola now turns black.
Like Phoenix she burns,
to ashes she turns
but Snedola, she comes back...
10 For My English Teacher
My Lord instructs me thriceTo touch thy feet,
And sends his lovely Cherrubs with some song.
Who thus remind to me to sing the sweet
And lovely odes for thee that soothes my tongue.
How art thou in the Summers of July?
Sleeping? Waking? Watching passers by?
11 An Orb of Fire
An orb of fire! My hot desire.
Why can’t you be back soon?
My charming rhymes thee hence admire.
Be Salacia if I’m Neptune.
Rough winds do pardh and make me dry,
O milky dove! I’m smoking sigh.
12 I AM IN WAR
I am in war with myself for someone
who in my dreams does come & hugs me tight...
But as I bring him closer for more fun,
the dawn unveils & vanishes my night.
Oh shit! I was too close to make a kiss,
He is the one, that 'someone' whom I miss.
And now when night will come,
I will ask night
That it shall stay up there
an Extra hour.... So that I shall embrace my darling tight
And woo him and will show
my lovely power... I shall tease him so much that he will say,
Please! kiss me slow
to make it feel more soothe!
But I shall lose my mind on him & say,
Oh dear! I'll kiss you hard ur lips are smooth
13 ONE TIME PLEASURES
One time pleasures are intenseful ones
more harder they hit than bullet from guns.
These events are ethereal and are so sweet,
like thousand suns and their thousand degrees heat.
You can surely taste them, not more but once,
If it can be weighted it would weigh to tons.
Such experiences are new, and won't be experienced again.
Like a bespangling view from windows of train.
Each moment will pass, you may surely know it,
If I'm constant heart then I'm not a poet.
Some things in our lives are for the first and very last time.
So don't ask for more...just taste the thing sublime...
14 OLD AGE
On her uncosy plastic chair, sat she,
the old lady counting her days
In the noon's sun.
And I death. Stood before her
With her urn, empty
Still to be filled with her ashes.
And another one, filled with ashes.
Sucked out cheeks and droopy eyelids,
a wrinkled glory, her visage.
I asked then (as she had time
before grave-sleep) for what cause
you woman! lying here sick?
But parched lips couldn't make a reply
unless she fed them a gulp of water
from worn out jar which was with efforts held. A relief!
In liquid murmur answered, "Look there!
That grisly house! Shack of bandits, home of evil...
There lives my son and his family!
For twenty years in nights and days have I been looking at it.
And I discarded stuff, left to shatter, bound to spoil.
Yet I'm alive. Cuz my grandson.
O! that holy child of god
on every morn brings me this,
A jar of water and loaf of bread!
Strange he didn't come this morn.
But I had the answer for it.
I had two urns in hands, one filled
One unfilled....
The old lady left the chair and walked with me her End..!
15 A WINTER'S NIGHT
It's a winter's night.
Alone alone stood I & Moon.
It's a quivering, shivering night.
A heart sighs at flower's bloom.
She oozed a shine, so smooth and white
That's beyond a worthy description.
But Hera made no living being
With immortal-dust and perfection.
O heavens! Shouldn't this time stop?
Shouldn't this moonlight stay?
The stars and night together elope,
And snatches my moon away.
Answer! Answer! Make reply!
Should never have I a spree?
The cosmos twirled and heavens swirled
In front of me stood men three.
O traveller! We are messengers,
From heavens have come we;
To quench your thirst with answers
That will set your soul free.
Now spoke the messenger one,
With a spear my heart was pierced.
For he had verses, that left me stunned,
A truth which I couldn't bear. "Nothing shall stay in tides of time,
Not men, nor beauty, nor nights, nor day.
For a purpose only was born time
That it must sweep all away. "
Now spoke the messenger two,
My heart was set on fire.
Verses burnt my every nook,
His truth drained away desires. "Things possess a good and bad,
The good is what men seek.
But Roses remember, which smell so fab
After someday reek.
The Moon you admire, as if an alluring bride,
Who makes you sigh and droop.
She too possess a speckled side,
Speckled as if with soot. "
And finally spoke the messenger third
To bear the pain I prepared.
But he began with a "don't worry",
He pacified me and cheered. "Worry not! O! Traveller...
Your love is rare and just
At once you said Hera never made
A body with immortal-dust.
You are wise so you realised;
That bodies cannot love.
Love is deathless, love is life
This souls only can love.
It's our delight this winter's night;
We bless you with a boon.
You shall be star with brightest light
You will die to meet your moon." O Messengers! From place so far,
I do request you men!
When I depart to be a star 'ENDYMION' be I christened
16 SEEING YOU❤
(my first ever sonnet
written in 2017)
Seeing you I must always say,
You have been comforting this foolish heart... In irksome hours of day!
And thus you play a nurse's part.
When the eyes of thine meet to mine,
And you pilfer them away,
It look'st a wine and so sublime...
Ecstatic becomes my day.
To a child when given his loving toy,
Like that to me you solace.
You are surely not 'Helen of Troy',
But surely you are flawless.
So, me was a man too vexed but wise,
I met to daggers(), they stabbed me thrice.
17 Embalming my Love (sonnet
in heroic couplets)
As I have lost this hope that you'll be mine,
So I no long now long for eyes of thine.
Your heart did pound not more but once I'm sure.
When we did talk in
corners most secure.
Your heart discards my love from all it's nook..
So I took my discarded
love to brook.
Where my discarded love and your heart beats..
Will meet and conquer all the lovely feats.
In marble sculpture I induce my love,
And your heart beats too now in this I shove.
In dark, in deep I hide this lovely stone,
So that it shall be left here all alone.
Thus I discard love's chapter and it's pages...
As my love stone embalms my love for ages.
18 TRUE LOVE
Ever saw the mighty rain?
Her each drop kisses the earth.
She loves all with no disdain,
With no greeds, she bleeds mirth.
Ever saw a gushing breeze?
She fills our chests with life.
Mountains, valleys or the seas.. To her,
loving all is rife.
Ever felt the sunbeams bright?
Look how they bloom us all!
A hermit's shack or prisoner's night,
Aglows with morning's call.
So love all hearts without a price,
Such love is true with boundless size.
19 LOVER'S EYES
O lover's eyes! What gladness have you shown?
A simple face addicted me as wine.
And now her springs of love in me has grown,
where birdlings sing and stars of night do shine.
And lover's eyes you show me much more things!
She looks more magic than all fairy tales.
So now, that goddess spread her lovely wings.
So now, our boat of love, on journey sails.
O lover's eyes you showed me love so rare
The rarest love is love without all greeds.
O lover's eyes! This true love asks for care
Like we care flowers growing from their seeds.
So 'lover's eyes' left for me eyes to see,
My love's hot love which she showcasts for me.
20 THE JOURNEY ❤
A numbing pain,
Made me insane.
A broken heart,
I fell apart.
An empty zone,
I sat alone.
My shingled wings.
Traumatic things!
My fallen will,
I was so ill.
All spirits gone,
No light bulbs on.
A lonely man,
who had a plan.
An injured fist,
Which pain consists.
He gathered strength,
And walked a length.
Became he strong,
And went along.
Though being lost,
He walked through frost.
It made him steel,
The wounds did heal.
He walked with might,
Came new day's light.
Therefore be strong,
And prove them wong.
21 FEAR NO MORE
Fear no more my texts which you did hate
Fear no more my chats till night so late.
Fear no more my rude or upset mood,
Fear no more for my life's solitude.
Fear no more 'what if you did not call?'
Fear no more my texts which said "my doll"
Fear no more my bosom's hot desires,
Fear no more, I've cooled the heat of fire.
Fear no more a voice which can't be heard,
Fear no more a face completely blurred.
Fear no more a chase that won't be made,
Fear no more that you were someone's aid
Fear no more that 'he needs to be cared'
Fear no more , your self-love won't be shared
Fear no more my hands which wrote your face
Fear no more, I've swept back all my trace.
Fear no more, my endless mourn & pain,
Fear no more as they have been now slain.
Fear no more, cuz I at tender age
Broke my heart, thus broke for you your CAGE
FEAR NO MORE!
22 LOST
When most I think about the friends I lost,
A vision of my past comes in my mind.
I see our happy days of spring and frost,
But in the end my tears make me go blind.
While helping out my rolling tears I think,
'Why flower of flawless friendship smoothly dies?',
And in that lonely thought my eyelids blink
To bring that blissful view back in my eyes
But all I gather now is empty gloom.
The gloom that now fills corners of my mind...
A happy mind! But now an empty room.
Sometimes it feels so blessed to be a blind...
I lost my friends and
eyesight in the end.
With eyesight lost, now darkness is my friend.
23 SWEET LOVE❤
Sweet Love! Your voice is the sweetest thing to hear.
Your face thrice fairer than this milky way.
Your smile is something which dispels my fear.
Your eyes are such, they make days night nights day.
O! What to speak of your two tender limbs.
And also of your fingers tender tipped.
You are more comely angel than the nymphs,
As if you were in holy waters dipped.
But all your glories and
your glorious name,
May not dwell in this world till end of time.
But you shall live by love and not by fame.
Your glories shall be spoken in my rhyme.
So take me there! Take me to realms of love.
I'll come with you till hell and heavens above. ❤
24 The Golden Leaves
The Golden Leaves in autumn’s wind now fell,
And then I saw for foremost time your face.
A face thrice fairer than a pearly shell,
My heart and pulses now began to race.
More winds now blew and made your hairs to glide,
Enchanting face as yours made me more thrill’d.
Like sunbeams hit the moon and moonbeams tide,
You hit my heart and thus I was fullfill’d.
Shall we undo all mistakes of our past?
Will now you hold my hand and be my love?
Shall we now fly to realms of love at last?
Will you now come with me and fly above?
25 YOUNG IS OLD
No more weak...no more freak,
Empty fears....hollow tears.
Rise on fall...walk and crawl,
Devil laughs...all goodness halves.
Viscious smile...with actions vile.
A lonely ddeath...the fall of breath.
Young is old...and blood is cold,
Drops of pain...a happy rain!
Beat extreme....the men shall scream!
Devil cries.....all goodness dries.
26 Micro Poem
Dear Friend
Pretend
This is
Our End.
27 SOLITARY PATH
Solitary Path!
How many of you can walk it?
Full of yellow leaves,lazy winds
and gloomy hues.
Lonely roads,all long in length.
Offering absence of companions.
A path where nature's beauty
never took a yawn.
Cloudless skies with fading tint of blue.
Yet walking is must!
With shoes or without,
with feets swollen or unswollen,
with toes bleeding or not.
How long will it go, no one knows.
Still relentlessly, you walk.
Falling endless times
due to tripping stones.
Shouldering your own fallen spirits,
stretching a helping hand
to your own fallen self.
Mending the broken walls
of your own mighty heart.
You! keep on walking.
The roads are empty.
Nobody came. Nobody comes.
Nobody knows how fallen you are.
Here, the silence echoes:
"Its a solitary path! Can you walk it?"
28 Ode to Nebrossa ❤
Sweet Goddess! Have my tuneless musings heard,
With loon remembrance I enquote your praise.
And all your glories that oft have me lured,
Shall be now sung for your sweet honour's raise.
Your beauty shall be sung in thousand ways.
The tales I heard in tuned Nebrossian lore,
Remind me oft, of your insomnious eyes.
Which half remain unopened in decor,
And opened half, as pearl in ocean lies.
A glimpse of you makes me heave breaths and sighs.
O goddess! Why harped music shall be played,
When endless soothings ring forth from your heart?
And I feel nothing but immensely gayed,
Your lovely music hits me hard as dart.
And thus I'm pleasured by your divinal art.
My sight's embrace upon your captive view,
(Like as the sunbeams
kiss the mighty trees)
Even for a thousand times feels always new.
With every glimpse, your beauty does increase.
We hail the goddess of our ancient Greece.
29 DEAR LOVE❤
Your constant thought perplexes peace of mind.
Much have I seen your rubied lips in dreams.
Your silver locks in rounded ringlets flow
Your holy limbs run smooth as milky streams.
And i find imperfections in this world,
But all perfection gleams in eyes of your's.
And all that fancy things which poem screams,
About your body's praise can't be my cure.
I can't admit 'In beauty, beauty lies';
True beauty lies within beholder's eyes.
30 FEW POETS
Few poets are aloof as Western Winds.
No forces can corrupt their chosen way.
They wave themselves away as leaves and clouds.
They move and fall across their musing’s road.
They flow in thousand moods of solitude.
31 Voices of Heart ❤
Close your soft eyes and look within your soul,
Two voices murmur in your holy heart.
One comes from world outside and plays it's role,
Of guiding you so that you play your part.
But next soft voice comes from your inward eye.
It's fount of love cascading endless bliss
Upon your soul,your soul spreads wings to fly,
In heav'nly realms of love, angels amiss.
But how will you reach this soft voice of love?
This voice of love resounds in heart of thine.
This sacred tune will take you all above.
Above this world, away from body's shrine.
So shall you reach to this! This voice of heart,
And once you reach in there, new journeys start.
32 A Pixie in My Roses
A perfumed bud of rose springs in my garden,
To whom I water twice with utmost care.
But the musky rose of mine was quite disheartened,
So I asked the rose of mine (most soft and rare),
'"Why is this discontent? My fairy rose!"
To which she thus replied in mood of gloom.
"O sweet boy bend! Reach down! And come here close."'
With a bend now I could smell her soft perfume.
She hushed in ears of mine and this she said :
'"On yesternight I saw a pixie lurking
Beneath the glades of moon on garden's bed,
When flowers were all asleep but I was working.
I asked her for her name with great suprise.
"Embrosa" said this she. She was quite weary.
Thrice fairer than the moon, were both her eyes,
A prancing pixie sweet! She was quite deary.
A limpid hole she needed for her sleep,
But finding none she sat on grass forlorn.
Thus I invited her into my keep,
And so she crept inside and took a yawn.
But now I want to bloom, yet she's asleep,
For I don't want to disconcert her dreams."
"Just spread your wings, fair rose! You shall not weep."'
Her petals opened up like rubied streams.
And from the rose I saw a creature looming,
Like endless stars she was all glinting bright.
The gift of sleep she was (with peace) consuming.
But now awakened, sat she there upright.
With spread of wings and now her life resuming,
She flew away in her own tameless musing.
33 On a Misty Morning ❤
On a misty morning, at
dawn about 6
I walked close to him down the road
A soggy road with fallen leaves
A silent path, with cool air that we breathe in.
Ah! What a peaceful morning!
Quite we moved, with hand-in-hand and slow.
Yet the station seemed to arrive soon.
I turned my eyes at him,
and so did he, but spoke nothing.
Maybe this silence was a better conversation.
The platform was empty,
And so were our hearts,
But what filled us was...
the breeze of cool air and
the peace of morning.
A simple morn with cool air melting our hearts.
"Maybe it rained yesterday", said he,
"And so did our eyes", I thought.
The platform seats offered us to see
Cloudy skies and sizzling leaves of trees beneath them.
We waited, for next twenty minutes
For twenty minutes
we were together for parting.
He turned to me,
looking into my eyes.
As if searching for
an assurance of happiness.
Then he said, "Did you lock the door?".
I said, "yes". (But some of my doors have always been open.)
The train arrived.
"I gotta go now", he said.
He picked up his backpack and
we moved near to the train.
I saw the train. It was smoking white sighs of adieu.
Round he moved his arms and hugged me tight,
That moment I realised,
his spirits wanted to break open his ribcage and mingle with mine.
I experienced his tight and soulful hug.
And after that, there was a final clash of eyes.
His lips curled up in smile
and I smiled back too.
He gave a scrap of paper in my hand
then he turned up to the train and went inside.
He went up to his seat and
waved his hand at me
conveying a "good bye".
I saw his face,
through a window full with orbs of dew
(as if tears).I waved back at him
coveying "see you soon".
The train got into motion & sped slowly.
And I could see it taking away from me
the only reason of my thousand joys.
The train caught speed
and vanished from my sight.
(I wish if it could also vanish from my thoughts.)
Finally I turned my back,
which really, was the hardest move to make.
I saw the note,
which he had handed over to me.
A gush of wild wind made it fly from my hands
And the paper fell from hands
upon the yellow leaves.
The note read :
"I would walk a thousand times around the earth to come to you."
34 THE DEATH OF LOVE
Green leaves refresh old
skins of Elder tree,
Soft rains fullfill the quench of thirsty lands.
Swift winds uplift the birds and sets them free,
Deep wounds are healed in shade of lover's hands.
This lovely sky renews in face of sun,
Unhappy gardens sing when flowers bloom.
For love of endless seas the rivers run,
Your memories help me to forget my gloom.
But yellow leaves shall soon forget their roots,
And all the Elder trees cannot survive.
Not always life can grow from fallen fruits,
So now I'll meet you there in afterlife.
This love is sweet. It heals my wounds the best.
This love is sour. It gives me pain in chest.
35 UPON CLOSING MY EYES
Upon closing my eyes,
I find you here!
Deep into the lengths of my arms.
Holding you tight!
Allowing you,
Under the shades of my protection,
A peaceful sleep
Full of jocund dreams.
36 For My Muse
Sweet is the breath of morn when you are breathing,
More lavished is the dawn when you arise.
Sweet is the song that birds sing for your pleasing.
More limpid is your view than hues of skies.
Your sweetness in my rhyming poem sings,
The thousand beauties of unearthly things.
37 STORY OF FAME
Imaginary stuff
Given with love.
Snatched with hate
has an expiry date.
38 THE PAIN
The pain you see
Will set you free.
Your soul will rise
And twinkle twice.
Your heart shall bloom
And lost is gloom.
This life is thorn
But pain is gone,
When you fight forth
And know your worth.
39 Micro
And look! how her simple smile
robs away from me
my peace and content.
Leaving behind a heart pounding
and racing over emotions.
40 Hymn to Calliope (Kal-lee-pi)❤
Hail to the holy queen of muses nine,
Who with the laurelled god Apollo sings
From off the Mount Olympus. And divine,
Harmonious song in firmament doth rings.
Sing goddess of the ancient song and lore,
Into mine ears aplomb, this epic song
Whose inspiration in my heart I bore
Since early days. In me a tune hath sprung.
Bright Queen and most divine help me achieve,
Things unattempted yet on Indian lands.
And thus bring down for me right threads to weave
A long immortal tale from mortal hands.
You were the chieftain muse of Homer's song.
Our grandsire thus invoked your aid, fair muse!
I shall redeem your glory from my tongue,
Reveal to mortal men immortal views.
Uplift my fallen soul for this great cause.
Hail to Calliope! Chief of muses nine.
I do beseech queen muse to kill my flaws,
and let me rise in realms of light divine.
I hail to thee! Calliope! Primest muse!
For men that seek your aid shall never lose.
41 TO MR. KEATINGS❤
(who taught me to look at
poetry in my own different way.)
Into the insides of
all the individuals
there lives a poet
In some it is short lived
In some it is long.
Just make sure that
the poet inside of you
lives to the fullest!
before it's too late.
So laugh! live!
Smile! Sing!
Cry and kiss!
Love and miss!
BEFORE
it is too late:)
42 Micro
And I dreamed till eternity
After we colided.
43 Sestet
Bright as the Silver Moon
which doth possess,
Untainted beauty of those Solar flare.
But beauty shall infront of you confess,
"Your beauty is most true, unseen and rare".
Thus beauty met true beauty and she bloomed.
And your eternal beauty in men roomed.
44 Sestet
Of all the fragrant
flowers of sweet incense,
Thy fragrant locks afflict my heart too soon.
But in thy ferment mead I lose my sense,
And thus afflicted, bound to love, I swoon.
My heart enchants my mind whenev'r he views,
Thy glorious face. And thus my love renews.
45 In the life's battle
There's only me.
Just me!
Only I who can withstand this cosmic dread.
I, the ilúvatar,
I, the unmoved, undead
and undeniable.
None can hurl me down,
For I forever am unfallen.
Unmoved is my spirit.
Undead is my will.
Freedom is my nature.
Undeniable is my act.
Born upon the shores of blood-sea, spilled by the mighty dead of this battle,
I ,of great blood, am born with a red skin.
More dreadful than a lone-wolf is my claw,
Faith and Fire is my method and
thunders fly out from my heart.
I'm a scarfaced
and I can withstand everything
and anything all by myself.
You cannot deny that fact
cuz its me and it's my truth. Period.
46 Micro
I yearn to live
in my dreams forever!
For that’s the only place
Where now I find you.
47 (BlankVerse Poetry)
PROLOGUE
Beneath the Silver moon with starless sky,
With her hands in his own, he thus began :
Can I not love thee with eternal love?
For is it so, that love should love demand?
For I don't wish to live with thee apart.
Nor soul of mine can in this motion breathe.
Nor tracts of hell! Nor glimpse of heavens bright
Distract my thoughts who thy sweet face behold.
But not thy face, thy view, thy eyes or lips
I love. I love thy whole existence made.
Do not I write to justify my love.
Nor do I wish to win thy heart eftsoon.
Not I am some enchantress of thy mind.
But of this fact be sure that I am loon.
And laugh at me!
They laugh who read my work.
For why a man should in such madness breed?
But its no madness or a worthless cause.
Its love! but not the love that we perceive.
Its love when shameless sun forever shines.
Its love when helpless mom her baby feeds.
Its love when she beholds her face in child.
Its love when summer's winds relieves thy face.
And so its love when I do chant thy name.
I can not stop to feel my love for thee.
Nor do I ask thy love in love's return.
I shall be happy, warm, in peace content.
I shall live, laugh and smile and spend my days.
I shall live glorious life as others do.
But this I promise thee, I will thee miss.
48 Quantraine
Compress all lovely
glimpses on this earth
But none of that compression matches thee.
And if thy glimpse by chance dissolves with earth,
Then all our tainted glimpses a cannot be.
49 Micro
What can be more silly
Than loving her hallucination
forever?
50 Micro
There’s still a corner
in my mind
that bothers me.
Still unheard and
peace deprived in the shadows.
51 Micro
I haven’t met all of me yet,
because the rest of me lies in you.
52 WITH THEE♡
I wish to show thee things in thee I see.
I wish to show comfort in thee I find.
I wish to roam as bees about thy brow.
I wish I was no more and all was you.
I see and find thy shades and hues alike.
I love, in thee, thy Self and all thy flaws.
I wish to show thee all that I behold.
In thee I find my bliss and all my Being.
I hear the scared murmur in my ears,
And wish to find thee in that cosmic song.
In thee I wish to live and lose myself.
For thee I find no conflicts in my heart.
Thy mere existence fills my heart with love.
Restlessness gone. In thee I find my peace.
Thou art my constant shrine of endless joy.
And so in woe and confusions of mind
I slip in journeys of thy memories.
I wish to love thee for forever long.
For all forever long I'll find thee sweet.
In thee I find, no glimpse of stars and moon,
Or all unearthly things that poems describe.
In thee I find my peace, my love and woe.
And One Unchallenged Truth I find is this :
I see thee and in thee forget myself.
I transcend all dimensions of my Being.
With thee conversing I forget we're two.
With thee conversing I am One with You.
53 Micro
So everynight
I visit my sorrows
And with them
(in an eternal monologue
of thy no return)
I lament this destiny.
54 Couplet
I love the way you hate me from your part,
But hate the way you love me in your heart.
55 KITE
Dear Kite
Fly away in firmaments of blue.
Away! away! into the distant clouds.
Experience and enrich your mortal life.
I'll walk away now in this morning hue.
You'll fly to distant seas and moonlit skies...
With no assurance of thy sweet return.
But Kite! dear kite! in moon, in sun and rain
I'll miss you when I'll see these butterflies.
56 HAVE LOST YOU
Have lost you,
and now I'm gone.
Will have to spend my days
after you.
Well, apparently
you'll be gone too.
Gone with the wind to some
beautiful shores.
Beautiful! Isn't it? The Parting?
For it teaches us more
than other things.
And whom should I blame?
This Universe?
But all we have in our hands is to choose
what can be done with the time we are left with.
The 'Why' cannot be answered.
So what will the future unfold?
Maybe this:
You will smile with a happy face
in the sunshine of your garden.
Your children
lurking and prancing behind,
back and forth.
That smile which you will
draw out from your heart
at the first look of your child;
small and docile
her fingers. Carrying the strength
of her Mother.
I bless every moment in the air
that brings smile to your face.
Cool bowers,to where you depart,
with all around you, your loved ones.
There's a depth in you, which many won't find.
But you, in whomsoever's hands,
will always shine beautiful.
Alright! Time for you to go!
Namárië.
57 Mortuus Poetica
Dead Poetry
Rise from the ashes of inglorious man
Defeated and thus dead on Stygian shores.
Summon black muses springing in the hell.
Arise now! Rise in Vulcan flares of dead
Syringing fire in veins than useless blood.
On Pegasian wings of rage embark
And thus uplift thyself above three worlds
But if thou art too weak to move this cause;
Hail! Palestinian god Beëlzebub
(Since brightness cannot reach, invoke the dark)
Utter the words of Hell thus! Bring! Summon!
The Fiend, Arch-Enemy whom we have known
As Satan, Father of infernal hate.
Dear Óidē in his horrid dungeon dark
Besmear thy woes and feed on Satan's flesh.
Regain thus! From Satanian bones thy will
To rise in world of woe and bring in peace.
For peace cometh when peace hath followed rage.
Bring forth the tools of death dear poetry.
Annihilate! The worlds and burn in dread
My Soul! My Helpless Soul! Burn it in dread.
Awake dead poetry and please release
My whimpering soul who in darkness is lost.
It cannot breathe for breathing pains his chest
And cannot sleep for nightmares haunt in sleep.
Dead Poetry drag me to some Halls of Peace,
I thus request thee and with this I'm dead.
58 On My Departure from
Poetry
I wished to stand with those in Milton's share
To be with Keats, or Blake, or Coleridge's heir.
But could not find my joy in seats of one;
My days in poetry are spent and done.
How long have I, to brethrens of this keep,
Desired to pass, whilst they into my sleep
Elated me; embarked on starry train,
Journeying through those stars and orbs and rain
Of flying comets; taking all of us
Through floating Venus, Mars and Uranus.
But when this sleep deprives on nights or so,
I see my Dante, in mid-forest, low.
And there in hidings of that forest dark
I wait for Virgil's smooth ingress from bark.
Thereon this journey for Divine begins
Where Virgil holds his hands and Dante sings
His song to Paradiso from the hell,
Listening to which I slip into a dell,
Where charming shepherd called Endymion lives
And sings his song for Moon Goddess which gives
A sweet enchanting lore, for Keats, to write;
Whose every line I savoured to recite.
Having thus passed that world into this new
Where age is of the prose and rhymes are few;
Methinks of olden days, of Spener's time!
Where final word at final foot did rhyme.
But tis not so that poetry is dead.
“For men may go.” “But I
go on…”. tis said.
From now on, my ambitions shall be spent
For greater arguments that will advent.
Yet on my journey I'll regularly sail
In Shelly's songs or ‘Ode to Nightingale’.♡
59 MICRO
I'm still
as an autumnal leaf,
awaiting surely my demise
yet knowing straight
a healthy spring ahead.
60 A SPARROW
A Sparrow sweet across
the street I find
Infilled with fruits of Joy, her flight she takes
Into the cloudless skies and now behind
She runs back to her nest. So there she makes
A comfy couch for her new babies born.
With warmest heart she feeds her kids lamenting.
But hit by some rude stones their nest was torn
The babies fell. Our Sparrow was repenting.
For many days the Sparrow went forlorn,
Then on one day I heard the Sparrow's voice
All sweet and high as freshness of the morn.
To build her home anew was her new choice.
So more the problems come the more she sings,
And singing finds her peace in simplest things.
61 A HYMN OF LIFE
One life
One rule
Play smart
Stay Cool
Laugh & Smile
Have a Style
Worry Less
Bust the stress
Work on Fears
have less tears
Any day Any day
Sorrows come
And Sorrows go
Play your part
Be with Woe
But then Arise
And be more Wise
Tell your heart
"Look! Miles to Go."
And anyday
On any round
Never Leave
This Battle-ground.
Love departs
And break the hearts
In you a child
Runs mad & Wild
When loved ones die
Who will not cry?
Unnumber'd tears!
You leave to try.
All hopes descend
Your spirits bend
You look at Stars
And ask
"Is this the end?"
No answers come
Your fingers num
You think
Now what to do?
Yes people die
how much we try
But this we always choose
To cry for rest or give our best
And bring this Life to Use.
We get one life
It's full of strife
But happy days too come
This rise and fall
never ends for all
Let's share our love with some.
62 MIDWAY UPON THE JOURNEY
Midway upon the journey of Life’s Plot
Again I stand alone here in my lot.
So this is how it goes in Lord’s decree
Where happiness has cost and pain is free.
Now long have I in battlefields turmoil
Displayed my courage vast and endless toil.
Without a loss of mind I’vee walked so far
On gloomy days or nights with darkest hour.
Did God nnever made for me a time to rest?
Maybe or maybe not. I’ll give my best.
The journey carries on. I rise and fall
But soon uplift myself in standards tall.
So as it goes : my Will shall lonesome stay
So I will then my Lord’s decree obey.
63 HELP YOURSELF
If you can’t heal yourself then no one can!
Just forge your heart yourself and be a man.
One can be your comfort indeed its true,
But self-made hearts are strongest, rare and few.
Thus never cry for help or someone’s care,
You won’t get help cuz helping hearts are rare.
Your broken wings will one day be all healed,
Your broken hopes will one day get revived.
Your sweat and blood shall one day be revealed,
And on that day you’ll say, “Yes I survived.”
So don’t beg for those arms who think you’re fool,
And don’t have sleeplrdd nights to check reply.
And don’t cage yourself in a person’s rule,
Unchain yourself from cage. You were born to fly.
Be lone as wolf and run on mounts above
And howl from there, “Self love comes first, then love!”
64 ARMUS AND EVANDRA
INVOCATION OF MUSE
O muse! Bless my quill with such an eloquence
that the listeners and heavens shed tears and graces.
Part-1
Of whose glimpses had the fairies talked,
With envy in their eyes.
Sing to me, my Evandra,
And spill love's colours in skies.
The sun on hills of Mingberth,
Was drowning down and down.
Out came from a flowery shrub,
Evandra in her gown.
O Armus! My heart's ministry,
What makes you to come this time.
The sun did drop and stars have popped,
Is not this night sublime?
Say not this lovely Evandra,
Say not this from your mouth.
If night will have a glimpse of you,
He will fall in drouth.
Very well! Very well! my tender swain,
Well now lets we move on.
Those darling buds called 'Mingerine',
Had awaited for too long! Buds of spring are 'Mingerine',
They bloom with death of frost.
In sheer mellow fruitfulness,
The young lass found her lost.
The hills were journeyed down and up,
Through Serene sites they passed.
Mirthy spirits, flowery bands, a bright night with moonshine,
Hissing leaves, gushing winds,
and 'Mingerine Valley' at last.
But then on way a dwarf they met,
A dwarf with shabby looks.
Bearded grey with snouted nose,
He played some hooks and crooks.
"Ere you make steps into the,
Valleys of Mingerine.
Hark! Hark! Tis necessary,
That you eat fruits of mine."
Wherefore you stinky dwarf stop us?
What for you plague us so?
O Armus! How you treat him?
What for this dwarf with innocence,
Makes your heart's love so low?
I fear this man my Evandra,
I fear his cold cold sneer.
His clumsy frown and phony looks,
I sense a plague so near.
O Master! And Miss! fear not,
Fear not my beard-looks-frown.
Tis a hefty task, to sell this cask,
With berries filled sweet-brown.
What say you, sweet dear Armus?
Can't we taste just few bits?
His berries brown are sweet and brown,
Dwarf himself now admits.
Fair! Fair! Your humble lays.
Its foolery to taste this brew.
If pray you so for this ghastly foe,
then taste these I, not you.
The dull dwarf drew a handful berries,
Sweet berries were charmed with spell.
Then Armus, with some edgy looks,
Ate them all and fell.
Part - 2
O Armus! Withold! Why dropped you cold?
"Thus meets your numbskull end".
Hah-ha! hah-ha! hilarious that,
You me did dwarf pretend.
Who are you whiskered shabby loon?
Show me your valid face.
Behold! My daughter! its your father,
Its Chromus who made your chase.
Chromus revealed his real looks,
A man stood stout and strong.
With chlamys white and eyes so bright,
Silver beard and silver brows,
His silver hairs so long.
More knew i your father's love,
But lesser knew i your beast.
So If I was to be Arma'z wife,
So you got him deceased?
Nay! Nay! You know me not.
If knew you me at all,
Then had i told to marry akin,
The Mingberth's king named Paul. .
As father i just wanted my,
Sweet girl to be comforted.
As father i had always tried,
That dwelled my girl unhurted
Oh father! I can listen to,
Your mellow heart's sweet voice.
With respect due, I tell to you,
Sir Paul had never been my choice.
I full know well that a happy dwell,
Needs food-coins and estate.
Yet a happy dwell will be as hell,
If two hearts don't elate.
What makes you think for Armus, say?
Wasn't he a worthy man?
His coffers were perfectly filled,
He morrowed Viriaudens clan.
To my foot even if you shall fall,
And pray for a Viriaud's cuss.
Never will you be permitted,
Rather would I buy a wuss.
O heavens divine! Snatch soul of mine,
Feed my corpse to great fire.
For love has base of caste and race,
Has now love slipped on mire.
This heart of mine is so bereft,
And all zest like autumn's dried.
If Armus had his body left,
Then I too, with him should die.
But love yet had to play her game,
An awful move she made.
For Chromus revealed a hellish thing,
Which traumas did cascade.
"Armus is not dead at all,
In sleep is he imbed.
Your death heals your tragedies,
Wakes he when are you dead."
Part - 3
Twas the midnight with the moon
And Chromus had her left.
A weeping mournful lady she,
in love was too bereft.
She fell in ache, "O Armus wake",
But can't she alter spells.
Conjured up then Hedone,
When heard she those loud yells.
Pleasure-Goddess was Hedone,
With her chiton burning bright.
Her ringlets loose and she was muse,
For pervertish delight.
"O Lady! Are you beauteous,
Whatfore you mourning so?"
"O! I lost my love in treachery,
And burns me love in woe."
O sweet lady! Have you dazzling looks,
Waste not them in such woes.
Transcend you all majesty,
Which poets did compose.
Come with me, O Beautiful!
And I will give you thrill.
I shall spill sweet lush in you,
And sweet lush will you fullfill.
Pardon me, O Psyche's girl,
To me is worthless lust.
This lush and rush, and sensual blush,
Are things of great disgust.
O are you really donkey's head?
That you such things deny.
O vapid purne! It's Hedone's boon,
This true love you should try.
O Goddess chaste! your love is waste,
You know not what love is.
O Miss insane! Please help my brain,
For seems are you love whizz.
"Ever saw the mighty rain?
His each drop kiss the earth.
He loves all with no disdain,
With no greeds he bleeds mirth.
Ever met a gushing breeze?
She fills all chests with life.
Mountains valleys or the seas,
To her loving all is rife.
Ever faced the sunbeams bright?
Look how they bloom us all.
A hermit's shack or prisoner's night,
Aglows with morning's call.
So bless all hearts but ask not prize,
This love is true with boundless size."
Divine! Divine! Lady divine,
Your divinity had touched me.
Yet do me more, and outpour,
What is true true beauty?
Miss Pleasure! I then tell to you,
A tale of Christiania(maid).
The story of this youthful lass,
Will be of great great aid.
"And from the mid'st of blue blue Nile,
Christiania sailed the boat.
Ah! Just a mile. Ah! Just a mile,
Thefta(master) did quote.
Thefta was a faerie queen,
But was too self-centeric.
Her skin did gleam with soft-soft sheen,
But nature wise was sick.
They crossed the Nile and reached the shore,
Yet miles and miles they went.
Then met the men in group of four,
The men with awe did bent.
Nautilius the head of company,
Offered them place to dwell.
Though Thefta in her cacophony,
Denied and called it hell.
Yet Christinia was too sweet at heart,
And got Thefta convinced.
So all six of them did depart,
The vain queen at them winced.
Queen had been banished for condescend,
The tribe homed her for days.
Christinia with tribemen did befriend,
At all her love did raise.
forty days and forty nights,
Ladies with them did pass
But Queen vain reached nasty heights,
She whacked the maid alas!
And so the men did scorn at her,
Whatfore such vain? Said they.
Thou art a blind, thine eyes art blur,
With ego, self and fray.
For us your heart is too dried,
Still yo'r maid had us like kin.
Thus beauty lies not outside,
True beauty lies within."
So the tale did continue,
And when it reached the end.
Charm diffused in Hedone's soul,
A great peace too did blend.
O Moneth! You have blessed me well
Your pure words washed impure.
I misconcieved, wrong thoughts I weaved,
But your lips did me cure.
Thus the goddess spread her wings,
And then she met the skies.
So now the lust lost highest order,
So now knew she love's prize.
Part - 4
With eyes all dunk in melancholy,
And all lips baked and dried.
Saw she her man and kissed his head,
The man woke not as died.
She snugged his head from grass's dew,
And pressed him too too close.
No time to leave her lover's head,
Yet now she bids adios.
"A morrow knocks the door of mine
His questioning gets me hurt.
Can dwell you well in Armus' lack?
And "Nay! Nay! Nay!" I blurt.
O Armus!
I bead your name in beads of breath,
My breaths are left too few.
Yet they come out as a lively force,
And they give life to you.
To heal the spell a death should come
So she tred close a cliff.
Ere fell she off like leaf of oak,
A tear-drop she did sniff.
As the deal was done to be,
The man woke and won breath.
So lady met the death of life,
And Armus, life-in-death.
But Armus was aware not,
Of what life played with him.
A cuckoo narrated trauma's tale,
At which his pain crossed brim.
Bereft of life and dried at heart,
He searched her queen for ages.
Yet lady in his book of life,
Was erased from all the pages.
So till to love is crime for men,
And men love just for greed.
So till that hour an evil power,
Won't let love to succeed.
65 ROVLO AND AMANDA
I
Good Lord! O light! The greatest and most high.
For thee, Lo! I begin this tuneful song.
O thou! who was not born and canst not die,
For thee, this poem from my lips has sprung.
Thus Heav'nly Muses! Help my mighty tongue,
And please ensure that sweetest rhyme shall rise,
I shall reveal the love, so long unsung,
Which down to me has come from endless skies.
I thence begin from frimament at night
When riding Rovlo caught Amanda's sight.
II
In denseness of the woods, in peaceful wild,
Amanda sitt'ng near shores of moonlit lake.
In those moonbeams obliv'ously as child,
She sat. And Rovlo with amusement spake,
"Much fairer than the nymphs! For heaven's sake,
Tell me thy wondrous name." And she began,
"Who art thou? Lo! At once these woods forsake",
Thus speaking much with hate away she ran.
Young Rovlo's search took him to flow'ry bands,
Next morn Amanda rose in Rovlo's hands.
III
The child of morning rosy-fingered dawn,
Sent forth his happy sunbeams to her eyes.
The lady stretched her limbs with cozy yawn,
Like as the nightingale in freshly skies.
But sight in front of her brought her surprise,
She pushed Rovlo convulsively on ground.
And as the slaughtered warriors never rise,
So Rovlo fell ecstatic and dumbfound.
In silent woods, the war of looks began,
First time such thund'rous eyes met eyes of man.
IV
And now dissolving th' silence, she bespake,
"Retreat thyself, and thou shall be excused,
Harassing me shall be thy last mistake.
And driving me to love shall be refused."
To which he heard and was slightly confused,
And spoke, “How things of love can love deny?
Thou thyself have in me sweet love infused,
If this be crime then kill me with thine eye."
"I am not charming as this charming season."
“O! Love is love. It comes not with your reason.”
V
Now her refrainment paused and dialogue started,
With reddened cheeks he asked her honeyed name.
"Amanda", said this she and thus departed,
On shores of misty lake, so Rovlo came.
Beneath the blossomed tree of rustic fame,
They sat, and Rovlo looking at such beauty,
As saints in temples preach, so as the same,
He preached her with his eyes as foremost duty.
Thus deity was with such sweet saint impressed,
She stretched her lovely arms and him caressed.
VI
"I wish I could, with thee mount through the skies,
And build thy palace from the softest cloud."
"Nay! My forsaking of these woods implies,
Those witches will eclipse on me death-shroud."
"What? Who? Tell me what things are unavowed?"
And hence the dusky anecdotes she worded,
She told how wicked witches of false proud,
Has snatched young soul of hers, and then she blurted:
"Poor soul of mine in occult pendant strives,
They suck my soul, my soul their life revives."
VII
"This Rovlo shall purloin that awful charm."
"Nay! Rovlo! thou know not their dark illusion.
I don't want onto thee the slightest harm,
Mindax shall drive thee mad through her delusion."
"Mindax? Does she layout admixed confusion?"
"Yes! Chieftain witch, Mindax knits dreams tormenting,
She gives us wrong and often dark intuition,
She tricks the mind and mind soon starts lamenting.
She drives men mad in 'Caves of Endless pain',
No man who entered caves came back again."
VIII
"Fair lady, let's not sit with absent hopes,
Hope is, but life's unending guiding light.
In ocean when the moon with stars elopes,
The traveler hopes for morning with sunlight.
Let us up rise with hope. Surmount and fight!
Shake off the ghost of fear which keeps us bound.
Let us combat that horrid crew with might.
And let's get tr'umphing angles all around."
Amanda fell in Rovlo's arms all crying,
And thus their newly love was multiplying.
IX
"On Mount of Maya th' sister-witches dwell.
Four sister-witches with Mindax enjoy,
Preparing slimy broth of stinky smell,
Which serves them as a recreational toy."
"And now will I their blissful seat destroy,
Tell me Amanda where's that haunted mount?"
"It's five-furlong in North. Beware O boy!
Thy safe return is also tantamount.
Fast learn that gates of hell are three in number,
They’re envy, lust and rage; in men they slumber."
X
So now his walkings for the North began.
And after long a while he reached a gate,
Which read, “Step in! O Rovlo! Mighty man!"
He hailed Lord's name and walk'd his mighty fate.
Thus much prepared to shake their constant hate,
He entered thorny forest of the mountain.
And since the ancient times to present date,
He had not seen or read of such a mountain.
Mount Maya stood amidst a forest dark.
With bats and wolves and trees with thorny bark.
XI
The spiky trees and branches (rude and round),
Did part, building a corridor for guest.
Like as when kings with royalties are found,
So crowd part ways at royal-blood's behest.
And Rovlo saw two gleaming eyes at rest,
Which at the end of passage firmly stood.
She was none else but Mindax and her zest,
Who waited for this man with manlihood.
And thus the valiant looks met vicious eyes,
Like thunder fell on storm from cloudy skies.
XII
"O! Welcome poorly man. I welcome thee.
I know thy only motive is to steal,
That occult pendant which resides with me,
Whose traces thou can't reach, thou can't unveil.
I shall get that to thee on only deal,
That thou shall neatly pass my charming cave,
And I in front of thee shall firmly kneel,
Presenting pendant's prize; and meek as slave.
But if thou failed to fight cave's darkly magic,
Then thou shall dwell in caves endlessly tragic.”
XIII
Without a change of mind, he thus agreed,
And entered into horrid wombs of woe.
With valour good, commencing holy deed,
Of fighting charms to keep his love aglow.
Inside the lightless cave he stepped-in slow,
And walking on and on he met no sight,
But then there came a blinding light and glow,
And blazing featured angles stood upright.
They took him to abode of 'Prosperine',
Where feast was set delicious and divine.
XIV
High on a seat of precious gems and stone,
The comely angles made him sit exalted.
Like as the kings and queens on golden throne,
But what he saw with what he thought revolted.
“What is all this?” on this his mind hath halted,
But still such balmy treatments he enjoyed,
A fount of sweet emotions in him jolted.
The couch, the feast, how these can one avoid?
From off the soggy mist and hazy clime,
Came forth th' enthralling lady-'Prosperine'.
XV
With silver locks and lyré in one hand,
Her rubied lips did sing harmonious song
The music notes upon her mouth's command,
Dissolved with gush of breath and ran along.
Such mellowed fruitful notes dripped from her tongue,
That all the air did plunge in heav'nly joy.
And Prosperine with Rovlo swiftly flung
(With sinful motives to entrap young boy).
She took him to some flow'ry couch enchanting,
Her limbs and locks did loose. Her passion ranting.
XVI
"Sweet Lord! Thy man may or may not endure,
The power of this sinful Prosperine.
I'll go myself and help him and ensure,
That he's not lost from his own track divine.
As shoulder angel I’ll on him incline,
And won’t allow a sinful thought to tease.
And thus will keep his mind as pure as shrine,
So that he conquers her with all his ease.
I thence reached out to man who prais'd lord's glory,
At same will I unthread his victor's story."
XVII
Two guiding angels now his mind abused,
One fair with body, one with truthful mind.
One in his mind the lusty thoughts infused,
But next advised to quit such acts unkind.
And much he was in two voices entwined,
"O! Touch my arms", "lo! Touch, but feet of lord",
"Behold my eyes", "Nay! Get control on mind."
And man's free will with next voice did accord.
Reminded of his lord his mind resolved,
Moreover thirsty lass herself dissolved.
XVIII
Now much aware of cave's enchanting world,
He wandered thoughtless in a forest green.
And came across a lake whose bottom pearled,
Outflick'd the beams of light with sparkling sheen.
For first such freshening water bed was seen
By him. Attracted but aware he bent,
O'er crystal plane through which he saw her queen,
Amongst the Naiad nymphs in lavished tent.
He thrice reviewed his views. He thought they lied,
Outflash'd some nymphs and pulled him deep inside.
XIX
So now beneath the lake they swimm'd deep down,
In visions undelightful to behold,
He saw her love who looked at him with frown.
And this by that sweet lady, was then told,
"Poor man! Unworthy! Barbaric and cold,
Retreat thyself and never reach mine eye,
Thou art disgusting, impotent and old,
Escape thou to the grounds where slay'd men die."
His world was storming with his sorrow's rain,
But then came I to cure him and his pain.
XX
As shoulder angel I conjured on right.
"O sinless one! Why is thy mind tormenting?"
"O fairy friend! Behold this awful sight,
My love renounces me and I'm lamenting."
"O Rovlo! Look! This place is just presenting,
In front of thee a play of lights and shadows.
Forsake this place at once. It's disor'enting,
Thy mind as if the hay amidst tornados."
Renouncing all untruths, he learned to play,
Reminded of the truth, he found his way.
XXI
He launched himself out of that magic lake,
And laid beside on misty grass's dew.
"Great man! Accept me here", someone bespake,
So Rovlo rolled his eyes up at the blue.
Mindax was standing there, he had her view,
He stood. She praised him saying, “Thou hast done,
A task which did trap many but just you,
Renounced thy sorrows, anger, lust and won.
I thus reward thee this! This pendant fine,
Blessed be you both. May your loves be divine."
XXII
And thus the witch with flash of light was gone.
So Rovlo turned but then he did realize,
That this was place where he had left alone,
Amanda near the shore. Lo! There she lies,
In depths of sleep beneath the cloudless skies
So Rovlo came and tied the pendant round,
Against her snowy neck and kissed her eyes,
She open'd lids and saw him safe and sound.
Her joys unbound infilled her with delight,
And from the pendant came a dazzling light.
XXIII
Now Rovlo saw Amanda and he smiled,
And in return a smile she soon did pass.
The pendant had turned both of them to child,
They rolled and giggled boundlessly on grass.
Their love, the worldy love now did surpass,
An endless love they found on all above.
Rovlo was no more beau, nor she her lass,
One spirit mingled one and gave out love.
There hides something which if a man achieves,
He shall gain love and lose his pain and grieves.
-----The End-----
In this dream world beneath the silver sky
I looked above at stars with sleepless eye
a flaming star from her own orbit slipped
Into this world as flaming brand it dipped.
Across the space into the endless sea,
To lift the orb, Apollo bent his knee
Beneath the stars, upon the lyre-god’s hand,
A flaming brand that broken star did stand.
