Waves of Torment

 It comes in waves

The tidal wave, heavy with anger, grief and sorrow.

Like a brick wall crushing an ant.

Then it dissipates, until tomorrow.

There is stillness now, 

A pleasant warmth in the air.

Free from obligations, no despair.

No foreshadow of another wave, but life is unfair.

The tsunami blots out the sun,

Frozen in time and space there is nowhere to run.

The unbearable burden of the heart weeps as it's skinned through fine lacerations of memory.

Removal of bonded souls is torture with no remedy.

The stillness is now fewer and far between.

The waves are constant, but not as harsh as it would seem.

The separation of souls, almost complete, almost gone.

The heart clings to its final thread, an illusion, for a new hope, a new dawn.

An Alien's Crush

Pleasureful veils walking into my eyes with a gaze of unreal thoughts.
Never certain about the future of our dreams or love.
Always overshadowed by the mind above,
Ignoring the road you could have taken.
Maybe you were wrong, maybe you were mistaken.

A coincidence is all it takes to connect with their mind.
The heart always follows the beat knowing love is blind.
Truth and fiction mixes in a blender filled with hope.
Wisdom and reality hanging by the rope.

Enchantment of the senses with mesmerizing tunes.
Ear filled with saw dust and sand dunes.
Carving my memory of your colorful vibes.
With you, I might have a thousand lives!

Wish it were easy to snatch you by the hand.
Connecting our thoughts and making you understand.
Consumed and broken apart by karmic fate.
The lesser I know of you, the more I relate!

Curse of the Blind

Close your eyes and observe your heart.
Mistakes are blinded from the start.
Emotional joy which brings happiness and faith.
Prepare yourself before its too late.

A shock of treachery might arise in disguise.
Crushing your soul cause you were blind.
Stabbing your heart from behind.
Darkness shadows your deepest emotions.

Realization of evil from your love.
Is it all fate from above?
Joyful memories stamped on with joy.
Playing with you like a puppet toy.

The unwanted remains of bliss are hard to forget.
Time standing still, waiting for the sunset.
Buried forgiveness with the rise of anger.
Loneliness and insanity filled with sorrows of anguish.

They will bleed and you shall wait.
A new seed is planted in a life which you retake!

Organ of Souls

Calm, crisp and radiant is our mind.
Impossible thoughts and dreams which you cannot find.
Like a diamond which is entirely  pure.
To refresh it,
Laughter is the cure!

Pain and hardships are a challenge to the brain.
Molding it with proper strain.
Ideas and brilliance makes each of our mind like a maze.
Each maze different from the other.
Complex, simple yet endless in its path.
Everyday refreshed, like after a bath.

Pictures and melodies stored deep inside.
Everything is present, there is nothing to hide.
Memories present inside the locked door.
To find the key, you need not explore.
Heart is the key to the soul and mind.
A duplicate key , you will not find!

An Indians Valentine

Your eyes reminds me of the natural calmness in spring time.
I know its impossible to make you mine.
The delicate smile is shown by your fluent behavior.
I know I cant be your Savior.
There are differences between us that can happen only in our country.
Although we wish to be together and free,
respect from our parents is the most important, you see.......
You make me wait for tomorrow to arrive.
Everyday I wish to be alive!
Your pleasant talk, your significant walk, all adds up to your elegant face which shines light into my eyes.
Your heart is more clearer than the polluted skies..
An Indian boy can only see this as a dream.
If we make it real, our society will scream!!!!!!

Hate to Love and Love to Hate

Its very easy to say the 3 words of hate.
How is it hard for someone to say the 3 words of love?
Thats because hatred is your fate.
This I can relate.
Love is a grip which holds your heart.
Hate is a force that pushes us apart.
Love makes you dream odd thoughts.
Hate makes you remember the battle's you fought.
Love brings joy, bliss, and perhaps a kiss.
Hate represents the aftermath of all this.
You see, hate and love go with one another.
Without love there would be no hate all together!
So next time if you want to tell her how you feel.
Hate her a bit and she'll be yours for real!