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A face so pale, never did I see;

Closing behind a pall of gloom,

Sunken deep in a field of blue,

Reaped by the plough of misfortune.

Tightened fists and hardened jaws,

Eyes dipped in tears of toils,

‘If only I could help’

Water filled the shores of my eyes.

The saying abashed her,

As if fell from moon,

For the sole shelter of care and joy,

Washed away by misfortune.

Wanderer will she become,

Or thief, I do not know;

Or a loon on roadside night,

Taking delight in cutting veins?

I saw and saw, and yet could not do,

For things I own not,

Neither do I rule.

‘Stay well poor creature’

Is all I can say,

For words fail me, in such a sight,

Of gloom and utter dismay.

A vow in my heart,

Which I do take,

Yet certainty is unsure,

Of helping such ‘ creatures’

In distant future,

If again I ever do behold.

The Eye

Where have thou been?

Hiding thy might beneath the thin curtain

Of floating nebulous…

Thy coy smile, pouring serenity and scent

Into the vast open; divine yet diffident,

Smearing my mind with an ecstasy,

Outlandish though curious!

Art thou a divine maiden,

Dancing in some distant land?

Thy unveiled radiance has filled my land

With the mirth of thy Being,

Breaking the viewless walls of agony,

And bringing me close to thy heart,

Sensuous though serene. . .strange

In the mortal ball…

Enter my corporeal frame,

Dismantle my fleshly screen,

Make me one with thy scent…

Make me one with thy light…

Make me one with thy glory…

Make me one with thy beauty…

Let me emit my own blaze like thee,

Making me shine, even amidst a gust of Darkness!!!

Lashing zephyr of divine tempest

Overwhelm my being, drowning me in a trance;

A vision of thee, decked in pious garland

Of serene thought and tranquil fancy.

Thou sit by my aide, and thy mighty presence

Purges my soul, sieving the abominable bits

And leaving me pristine, retracing my existence

To the early days of my being, when thou held my hand

In every step, when thou company immuned me

From the rising culpable and profane influences;

When thy ambrosial radiance burnt the heinous

Forces, subsuming me in the deluge of piety.

Once again, I do behold the former sight,

But less benignant, less amenable, desolated

For me losing that naiveté, once gifted by thee.

These might winds of thou rip my soul apart

And purges me from the vices and vile acts,

Once again I feel the austere touch of thy hand

Only less loving, less indulgent, less warm

And yet I feel blessed, yet I feel sanctified

For thy sight revives me, unburdens me from

The heavy stones of life, wafts me to the abode,

And even when the zephyr mellows and the trance deadens,

I carry thy message to humanity: to shed dejection, for thou

Never leave thy child bare. . . .

To Santa

Santa, art thou dead?

Thy bleeding body has drenched thy dress

And made it red…

Oh Santa, why do I see morose on thy face?

Thy withered beard and sunken cheeks,

Hollow bones and haggard frame,

Steals my vision from love to hate!

The hanging pack on your back,

Carries Skulls and bones of mass,

Warning us of the happening strife

And the doom that impends us;

Pervading our race into a

Big Black Ball, with hues withering away

And darkness descends all…

Oh Santa, how cruel are we!

To run a dagger through your attire,

Ripping apart thy seraphic charm,

Maiming thy ethereal value,

Blighting thy blithe soul

And fettering thy perky mind…

Turning thou into a defunct puppet.

Santa thou are dead,

The red glow of thy blood stained dress

Marks the deeds of our race.

Thou dwell among the realm of evil,

Dark, dull and drab.

Thou deceased piece of earth,

No longer stands for celebration,

But only mourning and mourning and mourning….

Face Cover

In the night of my Life,

The firmament of which remains clouded from

The glimmer of hope and happiness…

You came as a Masked Angel,

Bringing felicity, gaiety and ecstasy,

Filling the void with momentary bliss,

That elevated me to another realm of euphoric existence;

The dulcet symphonies floated in the air,

Poured into my ears, with a note of false promise,

Illusive affirmation and delusive commitment,

That this insane soul failed to recognize…

The teeming exhilaration enthralled me,

And put me under the hypnotic spell

Of the Angel’s beauty and bond.

It extorted from me the last drop of love

From my heart. I emptied myself till the lees,

And resided within you.

But as I removed the false face cover,

I realized the deception, experienced the betrayal,

Recognized the guile and duplicity…

The zephyr at once lost its former grace,

And turned dismal and despondent;

And soon the former darkness descended

Upon me once again, renewing vigour and strength…

For I emptied myself for thy cause,

Having no love left to love myself…

You came as an evanescent bright,

In this dark forest of my existence;

Leaving the ever unresolved question:

Shall I Love you for bringing fugitive happiness;

Or Hate you for making me sink in this fathomless ocean of gloom?

Moment

Was this the day I longed for?

The dormant desires mine winked

From the brink of my mind,

And barged forth with all might and potency…

Sweet though haunting, they rolled round

Within the walls of my heart.

Tempted my vulgar instincts and set them on fire…

The fiery mind of mine, wrapped the other entity

Close to my bosom, soon to feel a similar reciprocation.

The entwined mind and body of ours, rolled their

Strength and sweetness up into one ball.

The sensuous smell of the body, paved its way

Through my nostrils, up to the core of my existence

And restored my to revelry and charm;

Took me to another realm of euphoric existence, where

Felicity and Gaiety dwells for ever…

The warmth of thy being far surpasses the pleasant

Clime of the tropics, and my juvenile heart flies to

Your dwelling with a note of approval, with a note of assurance;

And with a note of plea…

That I shall be there, in all hazards of existence and shall wait eternally

For another such moment, with more vigour, more passion

And more sublimity…

Assurance

My glance or thought,

Fixed at your presence;

Do not I recognize…

Thy sweet thought, thy enticing hue,

The enthralling beauty of thy shrine

Lures me towards thee.

The bodies, now entwined wish not

To asunder. But will soon.

Parting ways is decreed and destined,

Which I wish and like not, yet welcome,

For the tempestuous love winds, emanating

From thy heart, keeps my barge floating and moving.

The souls now eternally entwined, shall

Renew energy and strength in its transcendental joy,

And a time, where everlasting joy and security shall pervade

And encompass all the uncertainties and despondency

Of mortal Fear…