Why is man burning?

Every breath is calmly kissing its path
on the disowned way to solitude,
The arms of fire are hugging desires
and watering their anger

Every turn stares at your steps
with the envious eyes of curse
Even the free air is sulking
in the upset breeze of sunset

Insanity employes the demons
to allure the personified soul
and burns the peace to dead ashes
that sway with the gloomy winds of change

Insatiable desires melody sadness
in the ears of greedy mind
frustrating the spring of presence
and forcing the leaves of smile to shed


Those dreams cry over the dead coffin of hope
and mourns over the shackles of sleep
Helpless tears question the serenity of past
Why is man burning?

-Silence

"I fail to write a poem"

I have the streams of emotions in me
I can feel the blood of my pain
I can console my tears even today
I want to carve it into words again

Unassumed by thoughts
I fail to write a poem
Untouched by love
I fail to rain my solitude

Feelings are unable to nurture words
They are still breathing in that time
Where do they actually belong??
They are still sleeping in that criminal past

Please plead them to flower
Persue them to paint a poem
Its an empty search
For the absorbed love in my heart

The lines of grief
Have curtained their exposure
Those verses of tears
Are still hiding from me...

-Silence

A POETS TELEPHONE CALL

“I sowed the seeds of life
And watered it with hope
But the sun of tyranny glared
And cursed it with drought
It inflicted unwanted wounds that are still so fresh
The unhealed injuries
Pictured my end
And drowned my eyes in death
Starving for time
The darkness rusted my breath
I stammered to god to fulfill my death
Which was half gifted

And today,
He heard my prayer
And ended my sorrows
But my last wish remains unconcluded
My wish to be
Weaved into a poem
I want my sigh to drench the paper
I want the pen to cry out my heart
I wish to be a poets theme…”
The voice died away
And the connection got lost
Newspaper was wet with news of blood
With the headlines
‘A great poet died
In communal riots yesterday night’…

- silence

Not just a name!!

The paths of our fate
Have betrayed each other
And those undying tears walk with me
Employed with your memory
My dreams still think of you
With each breath I take
They scream out your name
And prompt me about my sin
But the seasons still rain with your love
The chest of my earth
Still lays for your touch
Loneliness sleeps with open hair
Kisses my house with your dreams
This dream was a sin
But I committed it intentionally
This pain reminds me of you
And blesses me with immortal peace
Bestows on me, the sleep of your feel
I have those precious ages
Wrapped in the dust of presence
And I again see the world sleep
Under the sulking moon
While I stand here
Wanting to spend my life with your stroke
Which bind me with the past
And softly whispers…’your name’

-silence

MY DEATH IS WAITING FOR YOU

The leaves of memories
Are shedding with yet another spring
My eyes are still sipping your love
The echo of silence breezes into my ear

Chained by the dead past
Buried into my dreams
Sleeps a hunger
On the bed of my cursed life

Each promise dwells in my shadow
And merges into an undying hope
Departed by the rapture of pleasure
The sun of remorse never rests

They mourn at my immortal death
That haunts my essence
They burn their ray of condolence
And slaughter the head of my legend

Disregarding their belief
I lay on the silk of death
That is calling me by inches
And dropping the curtain slowly

My desire still waits for you
And pleads time to spare a moment
But the curtains are dropping
And my tale rests unconcluded…

-silence