Mend Through A Friend....

Lay beside me in this luscious grass

On this bright full moon night under the stars

Tell me all about the scars,

Not just the marks they left

But the burns that lay deep & intact

Tell me how time killed the bond,

How infinite space grew and crawled,

Between you two, even when he was around,

Shattering this once blessed ground.

Tell me all the little plans you had in mind

And how they prick you now, like rusted thorns of gold.

Tell me all that’s need to be told,

To ease your pain that’s abound and old

Tell me your tale of love and loss,

About the orphaned future and the empty thoughts.

Tell me about the days that just pass,

Without dissolving the memories of the past.

Promise, I’ll be a silent listener

Neither a judge and nor a pretender,

I’m just an open mind & an attentive ear

Just a friend who is always near

I will be the voice in the stormy nights,

Guiding you home to your safe havens.

I will be the wind under your broken wings,

Taking you high above these cloudy skies

I know that your heart is broken, 

I know all the roads that you've taken.

What’s the worth of a heart that’s never been broken

It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never been

One day the pining will melt away,

Like the mountain snow on a sunny day

Until then, trust me, just close your eyes and try to mend

There is no better way to mend than through a Friend….

For a Friend with a broken heart.... I don't know whose is the fault, and neither do I know the complete story, but our discussion of the topic resulted in this piece.... May all broken hearts find one such friend who they can confide in...

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Leela's Longing....

Restless minutes roll into days,

And days turn into months.

Yet there’s no sight of your sacred face,

No, not even once.

Yesterday I saw your glimpse,

Long after light fell prey to night’s silence.

Or was it just a dream or a wishful trance ?

I’m unsure, a life time, I lived in that glance.

I wonder if you ever would

Whisper my name into the wind

Or murmur a message to a bird !!!

As I do every day, coz unlike you I’m not proud.

Yet it’s all much ado about nothing,

Coz a merchant’s heart can neither smile nor sing.

On the ledger of loss and earning,

There is no place for yearning

Yet the merciless eon,

Moves on without a song or a sign.

Leaving me alone with my pining.

Could it just be meaningless, my eternal longing ?

If yearning ever needed a name, wouldn’t mine befitting ?

Sure enough soon I’m gone.

Orphaned by your eerie frown,

Into the void I walk alone.

Never to be missed or remembered again.

Isn’t it a curse to love a heart of stone ?
     
     

Leela is a character from Prem Chand's Novel " THE SHROUD".... this is the English translation of the Hindi novel and this piece is Leela's view point of her own story... this novel will give you some quintessential Indian stories... As a reviewer says Prem Chand is India and I completely agree...

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You and I

Along the relentless contours of the life

Of this vast universe

Across the immutable dunes of time

Two kindred spirits, fly high above the sky

In the spirit world, where Angels pray

None can bother’em, no men can pry
 

Encircled in the circles of death and life

They embody the bodies of mortal life

Everyday fetters of existence now exemplify

No more memories of the spirit life until they die

They are now strangers living nearby
 

Across their life they cross the others lane

A flashing flash of an ancient reverie

Reminds them of their once spirit dance

But the vibrant life soon creeps in

Erasing all the revelations of their spirit kin
 

Could a clear moment of clarity,

Reveal that ancient friend ?

Now the strange strangers, could they

Ever really meet again….

Could they may just be

You and I my friend ?

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In the name of Love!

Every time I write a rhyme

I end up with your name

One time, two times, three time and

Every damn time it’s that same fucking name...

Let me get my head around it...

Coz I have found it,

The path to the youth fountain.

So now we can maintain,

This fighting for another life time

One day at a time

Come on let’s put these boxing gloves on

Our love lives on,

In these lies...

Baby let’s tear these masks

No more tears in my eyes

I’m as dry as a desert

Let’s race to the finish line

In our damned love chariots

Coz I’ve got hell to give

You Darling…

In the name of Love!!!

Let the once soft moans,
turn into loud battle cries
Its time to pay the price...

No…No… We are so special,

Not like any other couple

We love, to hurt, to cut each other’s throats

slash each other’s wrists
With a smile on our faces...
We dismember the other, every other day..

In the name of Love!!!

So much back stabbing,

There’s all that fist pumping...
But you dump all this on me

and jump out of the window

Every time it gets difficult...

Fueling this lyrical massacre...

You still harbor that hate…

Coz of the last rhyme…

Let me murder you again…

In these lines…

Baby, Coz I can…

Ha ha Yeah I can…

My fangs still stuck into your Jugular

Your claws tearing up my gut...

We are the Romeo and Juliette of our day

Eternal is our game

Everlasting is this game…
Lets sip on this love juice,
There will be no truce...

As long as we are together,

Macabre is our way

Yeah honey, I will stay for your funeral

Just let me put this knife through your heart

Just like you did to me 

Let's grow closer in your death
Thats all the worth when a story is written
In the name of Love!!!

Nothing is immortal,

Not even the gods
Every love dies
at the rotten feet of changing days

So let’s spill some blood

Let’s write our sanguinary song

with blood and gut…

In the name of Love!!!

In the name of Love!!!

In the name of Love!!!

In the name of Love!!!

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One Last Time

Memories of scattered pain

 I’m walking in the middle of a rain

I want to fly away to a higher ground

Could you take me there…

Take me there…

One last time!!!

 

One moment you are here, in my arms…

Just in the next one….

You pushed me away…

 

Now I’m a broken piece of glass honey…

Only your reflections,

Can put me back together…

Together!!!

One last time!!!

 

A sting and a slap of fate

I wish that I could just hate

Ohh!!! I’ll forget you…

I will forget you and

Live my life in the broken lane!!!

In the Broken lane!!!

One last time!!!

 

Every time you walk away honey…

I get so blue… so blue…

Without an end, like the bluish sky!!!

 

And Here I’m again…

At this old familiar cross road…

Ohh!!! I know you’ll break me!!!

You’ll break me forever!!!

Forever... One last time!!!

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100th Time

Can you understand

that i need to mend 

for the 100th time

 

Can you try to feel

For my need to heal

for the 100th time

 

It don't matter

how much of my insides i splatter

in front of our daughter

at our dinner table

you don't change.

It don't matter

how much later

I discover the needle

still stuck inside my hand

because the rotten feeling's

still safe inside.

Battered and Bruised

I try to fight my way out.

I take a left after a right

then a left and a right

I'm stuck inside this labyrinth of thought

There's no way out.

Every step leads me

back to your damn door.

No matter how much hatred

I brew inside, i grew so restless

and ended up with your damned name

on my tattered lips

for the 100th time...

 

Do you see me walk by your place

I race ahead of my thoughts

trying to find a way to mend.......

Yet I remember your face,

I remember your face again

for the 100th time !!!!!

for the 100th time !!!!!

for the 100th time !!!!!

for the 100th time !!!!!

 

Here we go

one more time

Lets play this game...
Yeah, take my name,

baby its not a crime

to blame.

We're the right kind

of wrong people

Made for each other

Like fat people and

the maple syrup

Lets be together

for another time

We can tame this damn

wild spirit inside us

Lets walk into the sunset

holding hands..

Lets try to mend together

forever, I'll drop all my

day dreaming, so that we can dope

just on this feeling

For the 100th time !!

 

 

We are the lonely crazy hearts,

We run across this crazy maze

of our choice...

For the 100th time

For the 100th time.....

 

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The Fall

     There she was, reveling in all her glory, just a 5 foot woman, with the eyes of an exotic orchid and the smile of a bewitching flower in its full bloom. She walks on placing her gentle elegant feet  on the blessed ground like a ballerina in the middle of her performace, Her wild loose hair dancing across her face to the tunes of the cross wind. She didn't care for the wind, neither did she care for the mesmerized man looking at her in sheer joy, jaws dropped, eyes fixed on each and every minute move she made. Her every move sparking a thousand big bangs in his fabric of space and time, he is just a mute witness to the wonder in front of his eyes. Space warped, time moving slower than ever, a thousand sonnets his ears, he is frozen. He is a snake in a trance induced by the charmer, following her every move, oblivious to everything else. She, despite knowing the effects she induced in him, is merciless in her ignorance. Hiding away that ever gentle smile, never giving him any room to breath, she keeps him on the edge, on the edge of that tight rope high above the valley, His feet are not in his control, they are merely wheels carrying a man under a spell. He has no safety rope, a fall inevitable, a fall into that deep pit of amorous valley, she would just smile at the falling man, his eyes still fixed on her, the fall doesn't worry him. That smile gives him wings and the fall is now a glide... he is still going down... she moves on, whispering secrets of her heart to the wind, The wind her only true companion, the only being with the knowledge of the depths of her heart, there is a smile still on her face... a spark of lighting on the horizon lights up the sullen sky. The man is about to hit the bottom of that amorous pit, now he looks happy as a clam... she is on her way, knowing fully well that she has dampened him to the core of his soul... That bewitching smile intact on those tender lips... Yet another story of a pair of hearts begins !!!!

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