Archaic Attempts

Monday, March 15, 2010 by B.H.
>> Dead…
Thou pinched into the core of my heart,
Bereft of life, I am falling apart…
Over the parapets and into the sky-
Flew my agonies very high,
The air around, I inhale-
Ignite my sheets sans thee…
I cry in pain and implore,
Allay my pain! O unfaithful!
I burn in thy untrue deeds…
I yearn to cease the ache of my sheets…
I little care of death after thee…
I was fearful of only losing thee,
Slowly then I close my eyes…
No more me, but my corpse…



>> Winter Phobia
And so my foe, thou hast come
Being so bitter – thou dost weaken my sun
Thy keen winds oft blow to cage me in
Like unseen phantoms as fruit to Adam’s sin…
And shivering cold – for warmth, they hog
As life walks on misty lands, through dense fog,
But for thy golden sunshine I dost pray,
In thy bright suns, I seek Eden…
And I wail to cease thy tooth’s bite-
Wail and hide myself from thy dark suns…
And thy venom oozes, drench my roads,
I see black before my sight and pray to God…
I wait until the end of thee, and when thou go-
Grant me mere few months until another show…
Shakespeare would understand not my phobia,
For he would write it, "As man’s ingratitude"…

Unnecessary Posts - The dust bin post

by B.H.
The Poems I once wrote, I like no more. This post is garbage bin. And I'm dumping these bad poems here.

Ode to my Love

I guess I have missed my heartbeats...
As pain just gripped my sheets,
Sitting beside the window is worthless-
When all the rains are sad...
All the suns, all the moons,
The entire world and the rules...
Sad hearts...
Wet eyes...
Behind these eyes is an ocean of sorrow...
Waiting for another un-coming tomorrow...
Hundred possibilities to make you mine...
Few flames of hope in black sunshine...
O my love!
A day will come, when I will take your hands in mine...
I will remove these distances one day...
And then we will walk…
We will walk through the long dappled grass...
We will sing the songs of love...
Beyond every boundary, we will live...
With the happy sun and the lovely moon;
Our childish jokes, the friendly laughter...
The understandings, loyalties...
Truly, madly, deeply, unconditionally,
I am in love with you...
Unbelievable though, but I belong to you...
In these nights, I sleep less, dream more...
Love doubled, I guess when you are not here-
In the nights of yearnings and tears,
These nights have become the nights of remembrance...
Every thing is uncomforted, misplaced…
These paintings without colors...
My hands shiver...
The brush, dipped...
Colorless me, color the paintings…
And make your sketches-
Sitting beside the window...
Have not seen you though;
But seen you in dreams a lot...
And my tears shed on these...
The tears, like crystals…
The only color I have...
The color of my emptiness...
The color reflecting my lonely existence...
Incomplete, like my sketches, my paintings, my poems...
Like my soul alone, this body alone...
I guess I am in love with you...



Here we live -- alone -
In such infinite world-
Of vampires and animals
Where kids -- stare at the books
And times are threatening --
Yet It's a cliche-
Like stale and antique formalities --
beneath the trailing clouds --
Of fear.
-B.H




Life is sore yet amusing--
A bunch of puns and musings
Against us -- by them!
-B.H




For breathing is a mystery
Like ghosts in a tree....
-B.H



Betrayer
(This poem is only for me)

And what of my inner brutal crosses built
which mark the spot where blood was spilt
Thus, The task of my pen
To make me whole and free of sin…


Last chance

Curse not the fate
If the end is near
Worthless now
The painful tears
The angel in black chants-
The incantation
Until the body and-
Souls’ separation
The glittering reflection flies-
Out of the body
From the nose
Into the skies
Leaving the corpse…
Alone!
In darkness!
Where is the home?
“Game’s over!”
The regretful crystal out of eye,
Confirming the fear…
Damned like others around!
Crystal turned red
Like rose petals not!
The blood!
O Lord! Give us the last chance
When you will have no chance


Cancer
So nice it would be,
If you could allay my woe, my agony,
So get me a drink of water-
My lips seem so chapped and faded,
Then call my family,
Help them in gathering all my property,
And bury me in all my favorite colors,
My sisters and my brothers,
Still, I will not see you...
For the hardest part is leaving you...
Now turn away, to live this lie,
I have to take these pills,
So dreadful now I feel-
For all my hair abandoned my body,
Lying soggy from the chemotherapy,
And out of my mother's eyes I have seen-
Those dreams trickled down. Oh! My agony,
They are counting down my days to go,
Liars seem all these actors in this show,
And I just hope you know...
Illuminate the lamps and serve them dinner,
Recite the holy verses, because I've been a sinner,
If not that, then hire a choir singer!
For music was all I used to hear,
Now say for me the devoted prayer,
For I am freed now from all the cares,
Now my bulky sins if we could share,
For turned in dust all my flairs,
What was life? But a lie!
With a lot of love, a good-bye...


Confusion
Though sky changes colors
Black and white
What are you, mere an existence?
Seasons do not stay
Damned and blessed
What are you, mere a feeling?
And crown
No power is lasting
What are you, mere a mood?
Lives do not last…
But they do…
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The Starter - Appetizer - First ever post

Sunday, March 14, 2010 by B.H.
So, I have started bloging. Yipee?? Um, the idea which inspied me to blog was the time capsule. You won't believe but I burried 7 jam bottles last night containing written stuff for future people. Possilbly, after world war-III when some kid in play will dig out my bottles and then they will try to find out about the past people. It will remain a mystery for them maybe forever right? cool!! So, sometimes I grumble, mostly write poems, rhyming stuff, can't help it. Scribble about basic problems - why I like fog and why am I mad about mysteries and riddles. So, I'll keep this blog secret um mystery for future people or the present people (I can't care). I will bark, scrawl, cry, tell tales, sing, write poems.
And I will dump my thoughts, mad and weird stuff here. This blog is nothing but my companion like solitude, and I will try to keep my favorite images/scenes (natural) alive in my blog like shooting stars in twilight, dusty yellow pale moon and its shimmering in pool, dewdrops on lilies, rain and soil's encounter and hence the gentle aroma, the blank expression on a goat's face, the frown of rose ringed-parakeet and the bittersweet feeling – of crimson pain. The smile on my mother's face, my little brother's cute talks and everything that is awesome and adorable. I guess this blog's gonna be a personal time capsule - totally zilch and nihilistc.
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