A Love Poem for the Ages

This poem is an excellent work of an art capturing the essence of India. Kudos to the writer.

Deep in jungle I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Bugger Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I avenge poor darling’s life
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But am not feared these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jump with start
But noise is coming from damn fool heart
Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle with eye to sight
Should Tiger come I will fall him down
Then like hero return to native town
Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self – “Rangaswamy be brave”
I now proceed with too much care
From nonsense smell this Tiger’s lair
My leg is shake, I start to pray
I think I shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to go
But Tiger giving bloody roar
He bounding from cave like shooting star
I commend my soul to Kali Ma
Through the jungle I am went
Like bullet with Tiger hot on scent
Mighty Tiger rave and rant
Rangaswamy shit in pant!
Must to therefore leave the jungle
Killing Tiger one big bungle!!
I am telling that never in life
I will risk again for damn fool wife

 

The Haunting

A series of interesting events and a very unfortunate timing has led a man to become a fool. Unfortunately, as experienced as he may be yet he is quite inept at fighting his emotions this time. To fight or not to fight, a question with an answer not simple as the inspiration this time is quite unexplainable. While a cryptic message is coded within these phrases, which side of this two-ended tunnel should he pursue?

The Haunting!

As I graciously live towards another day,

The nights are bleak and long, as the tempest within,

Wicked thoughts and unfortunate events,

As the days past, show my immense ineptitude,

 

The question to ponder, has an answer quite simple,

I curse my thoughts, at their youthful wanderings,

The gods are unfair, yielding power immense,

All to one mortal, with eyes so unfathomable,

 

I awake each day, with resolutions similar,

Immersed in work, such gorgeous days,

The beauty walked in a week later,

My attempts at purging impressions have failed.

 

The Thoughts Within

The Thoughts Within

Do the stars align, or they please to tease,

A question put forth, yet no answers,

Indifferent I remain, I cannot please,

I walk alone towards my grave.

 

The war within, fight on I will,

My rationale questioned, for reasons unknown,

I cannot answer, my weakness unshown,

Conquer you cannot, until I choose to submit.

 

The One

The past months have been difficult for me to write, as I seem to have hit a creative roadblock. Yet as my following work will reflect I seem to have at least found a source of inspiration. While what the story will say is different from how my world generally revolves, it is I think an interesting turn of events.

The One

With twinkling eyes, a smile so bright,

Thunder struck through, quite indescribable,

A glance was all it took,

As my breath and beat were lost.

  

A hundred kinds of cute, she was,

Different, yet exquisitely enamoring.

As she will turn to haunt me every night after,

Will though I get an opportunity.

 

A Woeful Love Story

The purpose of this piece of prose is to describe an ironic love story that I dream that the gods decide was too pure to be seen on this earthly world. (Laugh all you must at my cynical view of divine intervention). Some stories are descriptively vivid, yet this follows a pattern of destruction left in the wake of an indescribable love story. I foresee the story of one who commits the sinful act of betrayal.

(The poem itself is not complete for the past month since I cannot think further than the sixth line. Weaving betrayal with purity seems quite an arduous task as I most justly would put it).

(Note: I actually made progress though its still not complete. I would put it as halfway there. Lol)

A Woeful Love Story

The darkness permeated through, the sultry night twas,

The twilight period, the sun not yet crestfallen,

A draught bleakly tempered, though a second skin,

Yet the Maiden stirred, as she lay with rustling leaves.

Eternally graceful, her beauty incomprehensible,

Fathoming the abyss, he wandered close,

Tears glistening down, the pearls of perdition,

As she glided afar, towards the world unreachable.

 

Look up, Walk Tall

Look up, Walk Tall

The land of opportunities, fulfilled yet is not the dream,

Days passing, yet the sky seems overcast,

Anger within, Is it the cause to lose steam?

Cornered you seem, a face so downcast.

 

Contain you must your fears, Hope is all to be lost,

The fall itself, concerns not the weak,

A mountain is arduous, oh yes with such a slope,

The sky up is though yours to take.

 

Lost Love

As the Troughs and Crests of waves,
After a moon lit night, in consummation eclipsed,
Hope, always, laced with Despair,
Pray, as I will, each night, yet!

The eyes around, yet none I want to fathom,
Those that impress, yet lies no prospect.
In darkness of her hair, I lie entwined,
Days are tinged with perils of perdition.

Exulting graciousness, eternally pure,
Diffident I remain, dissected of dreams.
Linger through, will she within,
Shoulder agony for eternity should I?

The enigma inquires though, subtly,
Exacting diminutively the strength within,
Betrayed, forever, Lady Luck, you deceiver,
Imploding beliefs, exacting joy.