Nary a whisper

My death may be just a footnote in the pages of history
Your feelings are no longer a mystery,
For when I reside in the sky that's blue,
Nary a whisper in the wind for you.

I miss you often, not rarely,
Your smile whispers that you still remember me, albeit barely,
Dyed in the wool, your actions are,
From who you were once, you have drifted afar.

Describing your beauty is no mean feat,
Yet reconciling your actions has me beat,
The white dress and that smile,
Have you even noticed that I have been gone for a while?

I sit and ponder over the course of my life,
The scar still haunts, where you slipped in the knife,
Faded pain aggrandizing the sweetness of your kiss,
The touch of your skin, the silky breath, I still miss.

Beware the man ...

Beware the man who tills the lands,

When forced to pick a blade in his hands,

He is a humble son of the soil,

Without a doubt or a cause, he can cause turmoil.

One life is all he has to give,

But if the time comes, his blade shall not forgive,

He shall take a thousand with him,

On that day, He shall become Death and his punishment would be grim.

Fear him, those who may think to call him a disgrace,

Coz he shall lay everything to waste,

For those who deserve he shall raise his blade,

Locked in a dance of death, he won’t be swayed.

Strike him dead in a single blow,

For when he gets up he shall not be slow,

Blood will flow and quench the thirst of these lands,

He shall destroy the enemy and for whatever they stand.

Don’t push this man to the brink,

For he shall not, for your actions, let you rethink,

With hands callused by tilling of barren land,

At the end, he will be the only one left to stand.

Beware the man who tills the lands,

When forced to pick a blade in his hands.

Dawn of an angel

Gentle sunshine floating through the window,

Caressing her hair spread across her pillow,

Radiant in the golden hues,

In this world of lies, a truth no one could refuse.

Delicate shoulders peeping from under the covers,

Eyes closed, hiding their riot of colors,

Wrapped in satin sheets flowing over her naked beauty,

In this world of pain, her simple beauty is an audacity.

Soft breeze itself paused and stared, transfixed,

At the whisper of a smile on her lips,

Surrounded by an aura that stays always,

In this world of hatred, a hope for better days.

Exquisite curve of her hips, an ethereal melody,

a sight that evoked ecstasy and jealousy,

Shining brightly like the Orion star Rigel,

In this world of mine, its the dawn of an angel.

The Myth

A myth that no one could prove,

A sensuous grace adorning her every move,

With a laughter that was serene yet musical,

A woman so perfect and beautiful.

Her Kohl lined eyes caused sleepless nights,

Over her beauty, many fought bloody fights,

One's fate no one can foretell,

Yet she could, for her smile was an enchanting spell.

Her beauty was both within and without,

She was like the first sprinkle of rain after a long drought,

She was an enigma yet she was simple,

When she looked at you, her eyes, would always twinkle.

She could make the starlight’s blush,

Her gentle caress, a stroke, from an artist's paint brush,

Her existence a carefully calculated chess move,

She was, and is, a myth that no one could prove.

The Bus Ride

Bright early morning, I have a smile on my face,

As I reach the bus stand, my heart starts to race,

I pray and hope she is there,

The bus rolls to a stop, the suspense is too much to bear.

There she is, sitting by the window,

With the locks of her hair falling across her face, akin to shadow,

Today is the day, no longer shall I be terrified,

I just pray that I don’t get tongue tied.

She travels the route daily at 8 in the morn,

I have spent over a month just being forlorn,

Now is the moment, which shall decide my fate,

For I have nothing to lose, without her, life is already desolate.

One by one, I step towards her seat,

Every moment akin to a herculean feat,

Oh I am scared, I am mortified,

But she is my destiny, I won’t be denied.

As I slide into the sear next to her, I wonder if I am mistaken,

By this angel, I would be forsaken,

Life has never been so exciting,

As our eyes meet, I see that she is looking at me, smiling.

Unwinnable love

He walked up to her and said hi,

Not knowing, in a short year, it would be a heart breaking goodbye,

How quickly they had bonded,

He found that she was all he had ever wanted.

The first date, the first hug, the first kiss,

All were perfect, yet for her something was amiss,

He was happy beyond words,

She was taking small steps backwards.

He worked hard, spilled blood, sweat and tears,

So that he could keep her by his side, suppressing his fears,

Of her leaving him for another,

He just wanted a future together.

Then came the first fight,

Words exchanged all through the night,

He said some things, she said some more,

Phones switched off in anger at quarter to four.

Morning came, afternoon shined and dusk fell silently,

He called and messaged and waited patiently,

Then he received a single message from the one he loved so much,

"It's over, please don't keep in touch."

In the silence of midnight one could hear,

His heart breaking in silent despair,

A single fight and his love was discarded,

For all his efforts he was thus duly rewarded.

Two months since the fateful night,

He sees a picture of her holding someone else so tight,

Too numb to even be horrified,

He prays for her, yet wonders what was it that he couldn't provide.

Can I be more ...

7 a.m. in the morning, you send me a naughty selfie,

Girl, you are addictive like a brownie,

Oh you should be banned,

Baby I want to be more than your favorite one night stand.

You make me smile when I am bored from 9 to 5,

You are the one whose revved up my sex drive,

With a single message you set all my senses alight,

What could I even do if you told me you want me tonight?

You know, I can’t resist you a bit,

I am not the type to lie nor ashamed to admit,

No way could I ever misinterpret,

There you go sending me more pics in those Victoria Secret.

I want more than just a dance,

But I know you don't want romance,

My bed is no longer a stranger to our passion,

Dressed in just moonlight, you are a vision.

From the Land beyond the clouds...

A song is sung in taverns all over the four lands,

Of a girl, whose beauty and smile are now part of legends,

With eyes as seductive as the first snowflake of winter,

Whose laughter could make your heart warm, yet with delight, shiver.

Her lips, a luscious natural pink,

Looking at them made you feel an autumn's wink.

You could see her walking down the sea shore on a moonlit night,

Dresses in white flowing robes, she was as precious as starlight.

Her hair, black as a moonless night,

Turned men into poets, swords abandoned in an urge to write,

She yearned to play with the moon and the stars,

Sensual yet simple, she always smiled, hiding her scars.

She always wanted to go to the land beyond the clouds,

The secret of the journey was a mystery it wore as a shroud,

Yet she always believed,

She knew, one day, she would succeed.

As the sun and the moon played with each other,

The day turned to night in a moments wonder,

She ran to the sea shore and found a path made of moonlight,

And stepped on it without a hint of fright.

On nights, when the minds of men are fertile,

You can see her smile,

For on the moonless nights, she is the skylight,

Ever a wonder and delight.

From the land beyond the clouds