Friday, 31 January 2014
She is as Beautiful as Sin
Sunday, 26 January 2014
The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses
Her brilliance was bordering on genius
In reality it's beyond genius
Some called it madness
Some called it sheer divinity
Very few people knew it's exactness.
But whatever others may think
One thing is certain
She was
The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Glampire
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.
Wandering along the roads
In the nights, sucking lives by loads
With no care for any codes
Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks
Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pockets
And few of them in her locket
Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Sunday, 12 January 2014
To Sylvia Plath
Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left
That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry
That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Zombies
Not often it is
Easy to erase your memories
Zombies they are... Yes
Attack at weaker
times to make you go into
A cocoon of thoughts
Of your past days
Reeling in nostalgia
It's sad, it's bad. Huh?
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Ek Niranjan
Decently indecent -
The life of a scamp
Moving like a tramp.
To have his foot prints stamp
On the shore for ever.
He preaches to
Die hard,
And says to
Live it easy.
Like a child
Without going wild
His motto is
A fight for
The right
Without flight