And So It Ended

And so it began,
The lie that lived...
Long to see my wreckage.
Within moments I was
Drowned in the ocean
Of happiness,only to find
A drain-hole on the
Ocean's vast bed.

With a thud,
A dull thud,the ship
Landed on the rocky,
Shingled base.
And lo!There was my
Hull-breached,dead,
Blood oozing out in
Torrents and spurts.

Dying I was as water
Nearby reddened with my
Life seeping out,
Homogenising with the elixir.
My breath is leaving me
As I grow desperate;
Desperate to live,
Desprate to go on.

And I call out to you,
My Love!
But you;you are gone,
You have left already.
O!How I wish to have
My sails once more;
To set asail once again.
But for the ocean!

And the ocean of love
Is draining,
And the water is seeping
Out,as the end approaches.
And my breath is failing,
And my blood is oozing,
And I end as I had begun,
And the lie still lives on...

The Burning Lamp

Just look at that intense light
Coming off that flame so bright.
Just see that tiny lamp holding
High its flag of fire as if preparing
To go into a battle to win
And only that.Meanwhile moths grin
At the lamp-soldier as they come
Charging at it.But within some
Moments,at its feet,they lie dead;
Burnt;Turn your gaze and in their stead,
Just look at the base of the lamp;
'Ah!Such glory thou hast,but why so damp
And dark thy own state?'.But me,
I am so!As for you,what shall thee be?

The End

Ere I leave forever,

Love me my life's worth;

Myriads may come and there shant be no dearth,

But thy shant find me never.

I love your voice so charming,

Your touch leaves me dazed;

You are what I craved,

I really cherish you my darling.

But if I dont remain,

Wont you feel the pain;

And with disdain,

Shed the torrents of rain.

Death shall bring my end,

And so shall the Glory of Me;

Greatest though I may be,

Yet fables always end.

The Realization

From in the darkness,you came
Along and called out my name.
Wasnt I enthralled? I was, I swear
But what is it that now I hear.

It was a dream that I lived
In eternity it seemed.
Your heart was mine;
Your smell was more intoxicating than wine.

What was it? A passion or
Madness or love.I ask for

It now but all I get is silence
And deep sense of peace so dense.

I guess that was madness and
More so as now when I hold your hand
I feel happiness and satisfaction O Dove
And I feel that this is True Love.

I Really Amn't

Dark or Light,how does it matter;

I am not afraid.

Night or Morn,how does it matter;

I am not afraid.

Defeat or Victory,it does matter;

But if its Defeat,I am not afraid.

Death or Life,it does matter;

But if its Death,I am not afraid.