Thursday, June 27, 2013

The Rosebud

There was a Rose plant,
Burdened with its own branch,
Holding apart and intact,
The rest of the plant,

The unique branch making, 
whole plant drown,
Almost brought down to earth level,
And we call it peculiar,
Blessed by new Rosebud,
Others still deserted,
A new sigil of envy,
Is vigil easily,

All been heavily nourished,
But only farthest one grow,
Seeing this a Gardener cut the branch,
Isolated it from others,
Is he a savior??
or he wanted to keep that rosebud as souvenir,

Put all speculation and,
serve all predicament,
all deed done,
and same ramification,
but now whom to blame?
and all being defamed,
let free them ,
this not being framed,
let them suffer their own comeuppance,

The rosebud brought glory,
and it shall be blessed,
And now it's gone,
Before it could rise further,
An go farther!
All inside burning flame,
Still Rosebud shows remarkable phlegm,
It shall not be forgotten,
Brought the fountain in deserted mountain,
It's gone but still it shall be cherished,
Furnished the inspiration,
For the rest!





Monday, June 17, 2013

Awake me my Father

My father, Let's my mind awake,
You brought me in this world,
You withhold all pain and curse,
Just to protect me,
To save me,
And now I'm far-far away from you,
You still strengthen me up,
But I do feel weak and fragile,
without you.
Hold me Scold me!
My Father!
Here I gather all my memories,
To subscribe you,
To vibe you.


Listen to me my father,
or rather I would come along you,
with you.

You are the reason, why I am here,
You are the one,
Someone, Somewhere with all confidence in me,
Thank-thou my father in believing in me

My father, I am fine here,
Just take care of my mother,
There is always urgency in her to see me,
Tell her not to worry,
As I'm doing good.


One day I shall make you both proud,
Sooner or later the day will come,
You just keep that belief,
And I belive in myself.

I want to be with you,
Spend later stage of life together,
Reviving our sorrow and happiness,
Never-Ever realized that
how quicklytime has gone by,
And ofcourse I miss those moments,
The cutish childhood memories,
Which hovers around my mind,
And fading day-by-day

There is always a ray of hope,
Which encourages me to stay,
And I cherish them as always!
Awake me My father in all-ways!

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Bother me Brother

Bother me Brother

It's been long time,
Since I cried,
It's been long day,
And you went away,
All left was the memory,
Ignited with sudden demise.

I was trapped,
In your custody,
Since then I wrapped up,
And my life being,
Merely a parody.

Never let my tears to drop,
Never let you bother,
A little twitch to get your attention,
Just say something,
As I internally smother.

It's been long time,
Since I cried,
Nothing I asked for,
Long way since I cried,
Now, I stay quite,
And I am tired,
To move further,
To move forward.

Yes! you bother me brother,
Come back soon,
Don't let my tear fade away in vain,
I'm surrounded with blue devils,
Your voidness can never fill,
Though it fill my eyes.

Your erstwhile do envy me,
And yes I'm mortified,
Deprived of vitality,
And all I can self-pity,
It's been long time, since,
I saw a sunrise,
with your sudden Goodbyes.

Lived by the imagination,
And breathing new Genre,
I promise to never let you down,
hey my gene, I will be generous,
And I will not frown,
But Bother me Brother.

Do come here,
And I shall frivolously knuckle you down again,
Remember we tie with score of one-one,
And just one game to go,
Show me if you still got that instinct,
So, Bother me Again Brother!

A SEVERE SERENE SERENDIPITY SURREALISM

The night was calm and cruel,
The haunting and hilarious wind,
Hunting out all living being,
All hiding in their shelter,
Shivering all over place,
The echo blowing and stampeding ,
All over the jungle,
Again and against

The moonlight firmly holding up,
The serenity is severe,
As the lost soul is sacrosanct,
Mother cuddles her infant,
The calmness still erupting from divine devil of hope,

The Doomsday pushed away the surrealism,
The stupendous act of nature holds all bar,
All the sporadic contingencies,
Shut for quite sometime,

You tend for future but what about now?,
Right now you simply killing ,
this very moment ,
Don't loose the life of virtue,
You juggling here and there ,
Just for what?

Are you so consistent enough ,
to reach that pinnacle,
or to be a paragon of virtue,
or merely you are conscious ,
For sake of being the one,
And then you loose that end,
repetitively,

It dismay the regards,
of the lively and lovely life,
Wake up and move away from Surrealism,
for a while,
Which partially implodes the eclaircissement,

No, not at all, we don't want that,
We want unconditional vehemence of joy!,
No more adversaries no more ploy,
A severe serene serendipity surrealism.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

The Last Lost-Wood

The Last Lost-Wood

One Evening day I went out,
to breathe some fresh air,
I was dumb and restless,
Needed some time to freak out,

I did a little stroll around an Aisle,
To sudden change of my mind,
And ran down the lonesome lanky street,

The sun was about to set,
The cloud was hovering around,
If I'm not wrong I might get wet,
Just can't get to wait,

I wonder about that the typical sound,
created by thunder,
was it was some omen,
or gimmick by nature,
to every creature

I walked further and searched ,
for the path to my friend's home,
Been there few days ago,
And soon I almost forgot,

An voidness is far better than deviousness
and more I walked,
More I get lost,
And so I arrive at the world of Lost-Wood

Thankfully, I'm lost at first place,
Still can move back to my burrow,
Albeit the excruciating and scanty scent of timber,
Holds me right there to vent through sorrow,

This enchanting beauty I couldn't reckon then,
As I was lost in my-self,
A true sense of self-belief,
flowed through my veins,

I took longest nail of my fingers,
and did small ticklish contact of thumb to little finger,
The sound articulated was soothing and intact,
In fact I poise to move forward,

So, I couldn't succumb toward path,
Right, wrong or anonymous who knows,
out of my curiosity and perseverance,
What I found is new Gateway to The Last Lost-Wood.

--Rajesh Kumar--