broken heroes

june 12, 2015

disfigured deities cry for help

world is a cesspool

a whirlpool of mockery

and it’s raining scoundrels

heroes are dead

and their graves have been cemented

the broken ones remain

as a faint glimmer of hope

they contain their darkness

in hidden corners of their heart

their soul burns into

illuminating wisdom

they turn into heroes, but not quite

the showdown

June 12, 2015

smell of the yellow soil, and memories crawl back,

mostly haunting, painful,

languid afternoons full of nothingness,

a dog lapping water from the drain in the hot sun,

destiny can sometimes be evil,

but it’s all the same,

evil is actually good,

good is actually evil,

i want to believe in something,

i need to believe in something,

it can’t happen anymore,

my tryst with destiny is now a full blown fight,

and i am getting ready for the showdown

night rider

on the empty city streets

late at night

i ride my old blue and white motorbike,

the engine makes much noise

and the policemen in the jeep stare

but i just feel the wind 

and I don’t care,

i smoke my cigarette,

and leave a trail of smoke

just like my bike,

on the empty city streets

late at night

guitar zero

i play my tunes,

as you watch me with that smile on your face,

you know i am the master of the string theory,

and i am play just the right notes,

the chords between our hearts

are not meant to be broken, ever;

you are the air

that resonates the void of my empty soul,

you are the electricity

that makes me functional,

you are my harmony,

and I’m your guitar zero.

tropical angel

tropical breeze

and her scented hair flowing,

i can feel the evening in my goosebumps,

the sun setting in the color of crimson,

she walks in the sand

as the night arrives,

in the full moon night

the sea welcomes her

with the sound of its waves,

the droplets of water

on her velvety skin

trickle down like beads of pearls

and i watch her playing in the water,

with a fluttering heart and longing eyes.

hellfire of love

09 june 15

beautiful chariots rise up the sky

the gods are ascending to the heavens

the god of love, the kamadeva,

with his flowery bow and arrow

shoots a mere  mortal

to his impending doom

while on his way to the heavens

the god awards the man

hellfire of love

The queen

May 21, 2016

Some women are like queens and that too generous ones. They make you feel so humble with their generosity that you get amazed. You know that you can’t get them but then you decide to guard them with all your might. You become the queen’s guard.

Love is a commodity and in these sad times when you get such a woman even just for some time you decide to protect her fiercely. May be she doesn’t need you but deep down you know that she does. At least in today’s world, at least one person who has dedicated his life to her.
She holds you in her arms because she is knows that guards need protection too. All you want is for her to be happy. Everyday of her life. You want to keep her safe. Keep her children safe. No matter to whom she belongs, you belong to her and this is enough.

She gives herself to you and you know that she is binding you forever in an invisible bond that is impossible to break.

The lucky ones get whom they love and the luckier ones get to dedicate themselves to her. The queen.