Category Archives: Desolation

Smiles no more!

A Snake with broad smile of it

Has no reason to sway,

When all it does is rest and prey

With no seasons of way.

A guide it was to ones in need;

A song which soothed the date.

None knew it would go stale

With just a stroke of fate.

Had zeal of sloth, but esteem of God,

Leaving no point open to fall.

‘Twas a pain of thousand needles

When the trust had him befallen.

Losing the name, he once owned;

With the love he once cherished.

From a song as merry as a tribal lore,

gaining solitude, with smiles no more. 




Since it’s been a long while, you all are in for a treat.

Here goes,

Senseless beauty doesn’t fade away

As it doesn’t know what it’s holding;

Shivering in cold and warm in day,

Since nothing can bide its molding

By the glamorous dance of fancy world,

Swaying every head with a sight,

Doesn’t shake an inch of its map,

Since it gives nothing to their might.

A senseless head with a glitter inside

That clings on to whatever it finds well

Is the warmest of all the treasures

Since it would never hear the bell…

~of the modern architecture


Stillness of water is exquisite
As long as it remains the best,
Living inside the shell of life
Is solitude of sorts above Everest.
The silence of lambs is hardly silent,
tavern of mighty heroes isn’t much;
Bragging beyond their ordinary facade
And having the time of eternal touch.
Is it the reality of mundane measures;
Ground residing people on seams,
Unaware of the gravity of them,
Seldom awake in their nightly dreams?
Hardly it happens, when the alarms are gone;
And one sees the silence of world all alone.


Sour Shade of Solitude

Distinction among the livelihoods
Was clear enough to lay me down,
Silently; wayward life leading to woods
Was no more than a speck on crown.
‘So far so good’ wasn’t so good
Compared to the latches, digging in;
Gnawing the possibilities in the neighborhood
Of sustaining a life without giving in.
Take me down
To the earth’s end
Where leaves haven’t gone brown
And the lives don’t pretend.
Water beyond my soaring cherishes
Was something I’d never wished for!
Guess, I’d just leave this to hushes,
go oblivious and disgrace the four.


Tails behind the shape of life
Wave as if they’re free of pain;
The sense beneath the shrouded shrines
Deceive the ones beyond.
Scattered fragrances of ecstasy
Don’t raise the levels of every breed.
A tail behind the shape of life
Can feel the metaphysical skies,
But the mark of guilt on the forehead
Can’t give anything, but rain.

November 10th

I heard you sing a few days later
After the day I held your hand,
And poured out my heart
To air and the person on the land.
It was poetic
In some sorts;
Worthy were those moments, for me,
As it’s still the happiest day of my life.
I promised to keep you forever,
Yet I fell short on that.
Agony is agonizing
To admit my demise by my own hands.
Blackness, you lifted;
Simpleness, you taught;
Errors, you faced;
And the love that you bestowed.
Still this inspires me, only if this helps;
Those intimate moments still bring water out of the stones.
Miss you, dearest.
~if only this helps.