Slumber

The slumberous man awoke,
For he had been provoked,
He sat and brooded,
Brooded sad and morose,
With the stature of the sulking sapien
And countenance of a wounded horse

He nursed a secret passion,
Of being a man irked to reality,
But reality was too acrid
‌ he couldn't bear all the  commotion.
His sagacity still taunted him,
asked him to abandon the forlorn
Asked him to rid the sluggish slumber
Interpose all pricks and thorns.

His sleep had lasted long enough,
But he was still blind in an eye,
He knew his muse was leaving him,
But he couldn't bid his goodbyes.

Such is the poison of languor
It's virility murders all might,
A man comes who  from the reputation on a  Heathcliff,
ends up in Sydney Carton's plight.

Still nothing erred him,
Nothing that went far and beyond,
The prudish thoughts still reigned him,
And the prudery became his abode.
He had effaced in his sleep,
Ensconced in the paradise of dreams,
Fantasy became the end of this man,
And of many men,
after and before.

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The Unfinished Fable

The Chance

Words

The Dawn To A New High

The Acid

An Unfine Day

The Killer

The Real Light

An Unfinished Fable

Left it while I gazed up the stars,

left it where the tides were high, 

till the memory made my senses daft.

On the road shunned out and wide. 

Left it in a fear unknown,

left it far beyond my reach.

Left it when a light that shone 

and made numinous and weak.

Left it in an anticipation,

left it for more and so forth, 

Left it in the anticipation,

that more shall come down this road. 

Left it for a beginning,

left it for an end,

left it for I knew I could do better,

left it let go. 

Left it to pursue, 

a dream forbidden and wild. 

left it on a trivial thought,

left it on a mountain high.

Everything stopped me,

the universe waved its signs,

I left it for more reasons,

than I could keep in my mind. 

Alibis, excuses, 

made me forget it all,

what substance, what matter,

there was a start, and an end, 

and a long road henceforth.

There’s never a beginning,

that destiny pens,

There’s never an end,

where utopia extants.

Left if unfinished I did, 

Left it for a new start, 

Now I only keep searching, 

where I left my unfinished fable,

this fable of my hermit heart. 

The Chance

A chance I got, A chance I lost, 

lost in the fog, of cheats and bigots.

Blindfolded women; and blindfolded men, 

follow the paths, of the dead and the blind. 

A Chance is here, a chance is now,

get up and say, or sway about.

Questions of truth, die in the lying noise. 

Virulity, drains the life, out of the pious. 

The chance is going, the change will go, 

the chance just strides, away in forlorn. 

Lies and cheats, rule the market of doom.

The truthful, the right, scrub their 

filth off the floors.

Give the man a mask, He will tell you the truth.

For the faces you see, spread only lies path, 

leaving off of their draining youth.

Obsequious and untrue, is every beautiful visage, 

meretricious is every object d’ art. 

Gone are the days of pulchritude and light,

darkness prevails, and darkness shines. 

Tremulous winds, tempestuous tides,

sing the same tune, sheathed in the specious vibe. 

Hunger spreads, and hunger prevails,

hope is the mere animal, of a free will.

But he too, is not left in the ride, 

gruesomely butchered to feed the ludicrous lying. 

The chance has sunned us, for the good,

for the chance was nothing, 

But the truth.

Words

Nothing was beyond mockery, 

Still my words were,

Beautiful, calming and fruitful

Seeping down my nerves.

Not always did I know this,

To all my well understood fact 

Vanity, conceitedness and pride,

Were throttled down in a pact.

Parasols and beauty,

So much for this visage,

A walk of pride, dolent,

Had surely made my day.

My pretence felt real,

Didn't feel like feigning at all

The far felt complacency felt real,

So did my bonny flaws.

Impressionable, flustered,

So awfully flattered,

I led the way,

Easing all the foray.

Carriage rides and horses,

Offered me much ease,

Spellbound, I was,

At how they gave me peace.

Courage was negligible,

Proud I wasn't,

Vanity was fiction,

Intrepid so I wasn't.

A flushed expression,

All I could fathom,

Words for me,

Held no importance.

Distracted and silly,

Errant and erratic,

I thought of all this,

And I was accomplished.

Falling in love,

Deeply enmeshed,

Fetid of it,

Without any stress.

 For my love, I imagined, faces pulchritudous,

Never conjured up any words,

I imagind strength too,

Not their power to change us

A fools errand led me there,

Light movements echoing deep,

Teak and soft leather,

Was all there was indeed.

A little thing tumbled down, 

A little caress I gave,

It was a book, I reckon,

I gave it the frown,

I had for long saved.

The book, 

Became my absolute love,

A little strong bound article,

It's pages feathery soft.

A book,

That is what it was,

A simple thing,

Not much fancy,

But to me, priceless was its cost.

Naïve, I had considered readers,

So highly oblivious,

Enquelched dangerously much in words,

Distracted and delirious.

Always had I wondered,

How they made their refuge in words,

What was wrong with their own life,

Why with the world they were never concerned?

Only to know, 

Late as it may have been,

That the refuge is the cosiest world,

Where dreams could come true,

And words played along,

Where there were no sad shades of blue.

Once the pages had fluttered open,

I drowned in, 

Full and driven.

Couldn't look away,

And never again was I the same,

Changed, mature,

True wisdom held my way.

The fearless Jane Eyre,

The proud Tess,

The conceited Elizabeth,

The brooding Heath

All, settled into my head.

And indeed, I lived a thousand lives,

Before I was dead...

Now years hence,

When words rule me still,

My death bed,

Beneath me as it creeks,

I reflect back on my scenario again,

To see, how much these people taught me,

People, who didn't really exist.

Now all I can say,

Now who can make a fuss,

It's simple: one must be careful with these books,

For words have the power to change us...

The Dawn To A New High

But I didn't get a letter My new life began,

Walking alone,

Forgotten, yet not forlorn

Trudging to the deep meadow,

Through the field of golden corn.

All my old life had

Were words unspoken, 

And emotions hidden,

cries inaudible, 

And tears as soft as drizzle.

A family left behind,

A few friends best forgotten,

I walked here, so hopeful,

On this path long trodden.

I had a family,

Some people I loved,

But it took me time to know, 

and even more to judge

That my heart belonged elsewhere,

In a place of no return.

For I was baptised,

My forte, naïvity and nothingness.

For me, only they can suffice,

For me they were utter fulfilment.

I had known beauty,

Only in its impurest form,

Only of jewels, dresses and glory,

All my life I had been misinformed.

Never was my life intellectual,

'Maturity' was just another word.

Wisdom held no dimension,

In my hazy world.

Until that day,

Gazing through the forest

I'd seen birds and trees,

But never, in beauty at its purest!

The colours and the curves,

Every nigh and far,

Of the birds as they

Sang their way afar.

The leaves as they danced,

Graceful at every beat.

Such rhythmic perfection,

Can nowhere be seen.

Taking it all in,

Had been too much for me.

I knew this was love

And I felt it for the first time.

All my materialistic joys,

Now felt too naïve.

For the first time

Love for me was requited

And for the first time, 

I didn't feel like quitting.

My love drove me,

Like an impulse,

My heart told me

That this is what I must.

And so I had flead,

From my palace of broken dreams,

Among these chirping birds, 

And these turning leaves..

That blowing breeze,

With an incorruptible objective,

The raindrops,

As they made the hard ground reflective;

As they fell on everyone, 

Caste, Creed, irrespective.

My sorrows razed,

By the songs of these birds,

Songs of waves fighting,

Just pure music, no words.

But now I see..

All these years they have me love,

That I had learned to cherish,

Did I live, up to this day,

Just to see my world perish?

As it dies,

I can feel it go.

As the greenery flies,

And the virulent air that makes me choke.

The once melodious songs,

Now sounds of crying and wailing,

The Diminishing tree shadows overhead,

Make me feel like I am failing.

But eventually, optimism takes on,

Pessimism is gone,

Out of mayhem, we can reach again

Into a fresh new dawn..

Trees, seas, birds, flowers, lakes and oceans..

Don't let them become

 stories untold,

Of past unrepeating,

And a dark future foretold..

The Acid

She's ashen, burnt,

Her hair is all gray,

Eyes faded

Her life, never extricate.

All her her sins,

All her thoughts are wage,

For my scurrilous life,

Holds her a break.

She's a silent oath,

Of the holy god.

She's the reminder,

Of the nightmare, I wish I lost.

Her sillouehette, 

Floods me with grief,

Her burnt mouth,

Catches me afleet.

But why do I show her sympathy?

She's the hardest truth,

In the mortal world.

She is rebuked,

 In the monsters abode.

She moves from place to place,

I search of a home,

Never to tell her haunting old days,

Just to let her weak feet roam.

They see her face,

They recoil away,

The face that burned,

Just burned her life away.

I watch her, 

not with disgust,

But with a guttural approach,

That she will never trust.

Her smile has faded,

Which once dazzled lives.

Her hair is now gray,

Which was once in silk ties.

She was banished,

From her own place,

By her own people,

For she blotted the family's grace.

She did ask the question-

"What exactly is my fault?"

But she was just sent away,

Then Never did she revolt.

What had she ever done 

to the ones who,

Made her this way?

Snatched her smile,

Razed her face,

With that fiery liquid 

And their trited gaze?

Alas, it was hypocritical for me to say..

I see her everyday,

And I remember the days,

When I had envied her so much,

In so many ways.

Oh yes! I did,

For she had that beautiful face,

That took everyone's,

Breath away.

It was years ago,

When I'd seen her,

My vituperative mind,

Had set into action.

I was jealous,

Jealousy made evident my disgrace,

How could someone be a comparison,

To my pretty face?

I hired some men,

To take her life,

Burn down her fire, with fire,

And make her whine.

Never did I realise,

The sin I'd done,

Now only to see her 

and sympathise in return.

As for me, I lived,

A life a glory,

Several cars, luxury,

And a tell-worth story.

But in the end,

I was poor at heart,

For I did much worse 

Than even murder a pretty lass.

Now my own life,

Withers,

I'm old and shrivelling,

My hair is gray,

No hint of beauty,

that once sparkled my visage.

In the end,

We both stand at the same place,

Forbidden, unloved,

The only difference that remains

That I deserved this wretched life,

And she deserved my vogue ways...