The Night Fall

It's the wedding of 

The fading Sun

with the Crimson

Twilight

Night is waiting 

Just for you

Forget your love

for the daylight.

Shadows are the Temptresses 

Tempting you throughout

They are the Divas -

In magical masquerades

Walking hand in hand

With Night.

As if Jon Duan

And His

Several of Mistresses

Walk across

The promenades

Of melancholy minds.

 

Lost Soul

                                                                    

                                                                    

                                                                    

                                            

My soul's lost

Like an enigmatic nexus incognito

Ruling my world in barricades

To have my self vetoed

Or it's the masochism of my being

And my heart's pounding hard

Sensing indefatigably

The chafing of every goose bump

Or heart beat's momentary slump

When passions fill

Insignificant rills

Down the face

From eye to chin

Permeating in wet jets of beady sets

Or streaming riots in total unrest.

Lover in the Mirror

I look into the mirror

And face myself

Thinking there resides

A lover with words of appreciation

Sadly, there's nobody

But for pure commerce

Offering the amount of depreciation

For my face value,

Body, mind, and soul.

Earlier it would smile,

Blink eyes

Like a 1940'2 diva

And throw kisses

All the while

Like a super star.

Would woo me,

Pursue me,

Inspire me to look good.

But now

It only  holds

A surface full of cracks,

Faded mercury coating,

And the spots of corrosion.

The world is running fast,

As if in short of time

Today's gone,

Perhaps tomorrow too

won't last.

And the pictures

Of the past

Flood the frozen eyes

when the mirror -

A perfect iconoclast

Break the images of the present

And only

A distorted reflection of self

broodingly lasts

broodingly last... 

A Prayer

life has it's own reservations
at its various stations.
let  at every crossroads
you're faced with
never ending celebrations.

let your everyday be full of smiles
tears be locked on
forsaken isles
and the criss-cross lines in your palms
fill happiness in 
the journey of your life
miles after miles.

you look around
only to find
Gods getting kind
in blessing you unbound
and be astound
to get, set and let
masts of your wishes
filled with happy winds abound.

May today, tomorrow and every day

in every possible way 

you are brought happiness forever
may you live like an utmost reveler
unshaken, fearless, felicitous traveler.