"GO RHYMES GO"

Go rhymes, from my poetic heart,

As best as an eminent painter's art.

Be not shy to collect all her feelings,

Return back quick and tell me her ailings....

Desolate she sits with wet eyes,

To impede the tears, hard she tries.

Go rhymes go, kiss the lass and come,

And I'll present you on a paper, back home....

Never the weeping eyes looked beautiful more,

Her beauty hits my heart like tides hitting the shore.

Bearing the heaven's light, my angel is here,

Go rhymes and awaken the hidden happiness in her....

Her emulsive smile is what I long to see,

Her eyes are deeper than the deepest of seas.

Her Love is prettier than the prettiest of maidens,

And My Love has touched the pinnacle of heavens....

Go rhymes go and present her a fancy garland,

After dragging her out from the weary land.

Bring me her tears which my eyes will shed,

Go rhymes go and return back blessed.....

"THE POET INSIDE ME"

The evil night was dark outside,

Disturbed I walked towards the mirror,

Stood infront it with dazzling eyes,

And the flickering candle flame added light....

Taken aback was I,looking at the blurred image,

When I noticed my eyes drowned in pain,

Could vividly get the inside picture,

Of everything that they witnessed....

The lucid pen that my thin fingers hold,

How can it write on a topic so very well??

To this query of mine,replied the night,

"Your pen writes from the ink of your heart"....

To the mirror,looking still,I asked my heart,

"Where from you get such immense feel"??

Replied then my heart with a soft voice,

"From your eyes that observe things very deep"....

Then I stared at the candle's burning flame,

And thought deep about the blurred image,

Which it did cast on the mirror eyes,

Then I got the answer to my inside query..

"Am I really a poet"?? Let my poems say.....

"THE IMAGE OF A THWART....."

Here I do present the image of a thwart,

Returns who to the home with the same heavy pant..

Throws he himself to his rejected bed,

After returning from work with a tensed head....

Twelve hours a day he works,

Twice an hour,his forehead,he smacks..

What mildews him is the cruel job's burden,

Wants he relief from this dejection all of a sudden....

Rest he needs in the solacing solarium,

But the incomplete work keeps him in a state of glum..

The "eau-de-cologne" too can't refresh his mind,

Thus turn splentic,the people of his kind....

Sundays too he doesn't get the leisure time,

It is for him that "Resting is a horrendous crime"..

Often tries he hard to express his creativity,

But lack of time ever keeps him in mental ambiguity....

At eve,the jubilant soiree,he can't attend,

At night, to sleep in peace,he can't pretend..

"QUIT HIS JOB"!!He is not that mettlesome,

Finally,Its constant frustration that adds to his troublesome sum....

"A WALK WITH GRANDPA"

Strolling along the dusty roads,

With my bold bald grandpa,

I could feel the drastic change,

Of this contemporary world....

Listening to the talks of the past,

Looking at the folks of this era,

I walked silently like a lost man,

Calculating the contradictions,too vast....

With small steps being advanced,

Both walked together hand in hand.

It felt as if he is my complete world,

Nostalgic waves then did hit my heart hard....

An old respected man as he is,

Salutations came to him after every feet..

When he called me "Baba" and clasped my hand,

My heart felt free as the flying little birds....

The twenty minute walk,

Made me to long for those eve hours,

When I used to sit on his extended laps,

And listen stories about the giant "Hanuman"....

With this thought in my longing mind,

We reached at the gate of our home,

Weary,he walked towards the entrance,

And I with him,recalling this "Indelible walk with Grandpa".....

"MY PA(DEDICATED TO MY FATHER)"

He is simple, sir,

Like the heart of a baby,

He is truthful,buddies,

Tis’ true as the Life-death reality..

His dedication to parents,

Reflects he is so humble,

Work,Wealth and Wife,

Are no barriers to him when parents in trouble…

His Love for his child,

One can never imagine,

No irritation of his child,

Can avert the man from running after him…

He has never beaten his child,

Nor even scolded him,

Always he smiles and says,

“He is still my baby,breathing his first breathe”….

Forty miles,he walks to the temples,

With rain thrashing his body,

This he does not for himself,

But for the welfare of his loving family……

The Materialistic Feel,

Has never touched his heart,

He Is such great  a man,

Who deserves to take God’s part……

People mock at him,

Often without care,

He neither reacts nor changes,

My Pa’ is constant as the pole star….

He is not a rich man,

But his Heart,

I can say,

Is the most expensive one…..

I simply Love him,

I can’t express it,

It can’t be expressed,

The Poem is done and my eyes are wet…..

"AT THE DEAD MAN'S OBSEQUIES"....

At the dead man's obsequies,

Dont shed tears,

For he is free,

From the obsequious bond....

Tears wont be the antidote,

For the dear loss of the mortal,

Instead pray for its soul to rest in peace,

That has made its way to the celesteal world....

The angelic palm of any angel,

Too couldn't act as a tourniquet to its blood-sheding body.

For the dagger that stabbed him,

Was the sharp dagger of betrayal....

"BENEDICTION FOR THE BANE"!!!

Let thine numb mouth start the REQUIEM..

At the burial of the dead,

Look, the bawling ground kissing its demised head....

After the white cloth covers its fast dreaming eyes,

After the coffin swallows its profuse bleeding body,

After the mass returns back to the mundane world,

Tis' tranquility that would reign silent sob of the graveyard....

"REAL BEAUTY"

Sensous lady!!!

Thou art coaxed by beauty??

what use?

Embellishing the dust body.....

Be sensible.

Tart up the soul..

There thy hath,

Thine beauty hidden...

Cherishing thine charismatic beauty...

Is That a wise duty??

Hearken!!Tis' beauty that lies,

in the beholder's eyes...

Be prudent,as u ought to be,

coffin is the only destination of the body..

but the soul..It is to be polished,

Before it returns to the Almighty....

Ask the mirror,

How long shalt thine visage stay flamboyant??

Question the conscience,

How well shalt the soul be dressed....

Sensous lady!!!

Facial beauty is a real hoax,

Soul's beauty matters the most....

Thine's beauty is hidden in thine innermost.......

"NIGHTINGALE AND THE LASS"

What troublest thou, my Little Lash

My sweetest song, I present before you,

Still you are sad when happy is the mass.

Can't you notice the Lobelia hath made the sky blue?

I'll lull you to sleep with the finest lullaby,

For the world, you know, is flummoxed with the songs of mine,

What art thou doing in the lone balcony,

When the lenient cold is growing to the apex of the pine.

If thou hath any pain hidden, disclose it to me,

My divine song would scour the pain

thats hidden in the bosoom

or shall I present before thee a fancy Lei,

Made from the rose, gladious & the Lilly,

that would make your smile blossom.

All's worthless my sweet Nightingale,

The molodorous smell of my Lost Love,

Makeths me sleepless all these nights, quothed the sylph with a tangle.

And this blood-curdling reason she gave for her heart's lumbago.

Lo!! Tears rolled down the nightingale's burid eyes lurid eyes,

What effect the tale hath on the most melodious of birds??

never again was it seen by her window's base,

The damsel's anguish to express, I too have no words......

I NEED A DEEP SLEEP........

When night approaches sluggardly ,

Her thoughts invade my heart  stealthily.

It puts a trap on this helpless me,

My heart cant conquor her thoughts n it gets bondaged finally....

I try hard to get rid of her treacherous memories,

Make every effort to divert my mind,but end up being invalid.

The dark belladonna casts an unknown but strange fear on my mind,

from which it is the toughest task for me to get rid......

When emotion gets mixed with fear,

Nostalgia reigns the heart n the eyes shed tears.

The pain can be hidden inside n so the ache,

But to do the laborious job f stabbing the pricking emotions,the emotive night is not sufficient.......

I wanna escape these,

Need a deep sleep...

Is there no minstrel who can play the hypnotic tune n induce me to sleep?

Can't anyone fetch the strong sangria for this insomniac me??

Can someone bring me the leethe imbibing which i can forget my dreadful past???

If these not done,

"I would better prefer to lie inside the sarcophagus for ever"......

"AH!!ROMANCE IS UNDONE...." (A ROMANTIC AUBADE)

My Love!!The night has cast deep slumber all over the world,

This is the precious night we share our secret,tender words..

The clouds have covered the stars and the moon bright,

The animals and birds have taken cover in the dark night...

The cool breeze has stopped travelling on its way,

The nocturnal creatures have said the bushes not to sway..

The ghastly ghosts have returned back to their crumbled tombs,

The unborn baby is fast asleep inside its mother's womb...

The ticking sound of the clock stabs the silence of the room,

The muffled beat of your heart has send message to night flowers soon to bloom..

The holy angels holding their magical wand are descending to the earth,

Let me kiss you this night when our love had its birth....

Let the candle flame burn the evil night's every vice,

Let me sit beside you and stare at your drowsy eyes..

Let my love-rich eyes express its love to you my lady,

Let my heart quench its thirst drinking the wine of your sizzling beauty....

On our first love anniversary,I propose you this night,

Giving a kiss on your forehead let me hug you tight..

Kissing your palm,I offer you this red rose,

Sitting on the bed,cherish this rose without tears....

"I Love You",my darling,You are only mine,

Come aside,Sit beside and give on a sweet smile..

"Ah!!The Romance is undone,but the dawn is approaching like a knight",

Let me leave your room taking the veil of the last hour of this romantic night....

                                                                                 __ABHISHEK RATH.

"LEFT AND GONE"....

Left and gone,

Leaving behind memories,

Sweet and sour,

Of summer and the winter....

Back and forth,

I search for,

Your smiling face,

And that angelic voice....

Found and lost,

The Love of my life,

Now constantly floundering,

For your return back,I do hope....

Lying and crying,

I do pretend to sleep,

But as the night grows,

I see you inside my closed eyes....

Here and there,

Any girl I see,I try to trace out,

Your smile,Your face,

Your eyes,Your lips....

Slept and wept,

Coz your presence,

Is just a vague,

In my Life which is but yours.....

                                               __ABHISHEK RATH

"WHEN I DROP MY EYELASHES"

When I drop my languorous eyelashes,

And darken the world inside my eyes,
My vision then crawls to a more darker place,

Where I come upon memories that make me blithe and glum.....

The happiest of memories are those,

Shared with friends, family and elders,

Saddest become the sweetest of memories,

When I am alone and  miss them all.....

The same reason that made me smile,

Now paves the path for tears to roll down my eyes.

Few minutes I smile cherishing my past,

Still the glassy eyelashes get a bit damped!!

Don't know why??When the saddest of memories,

Taunt and prick my flabby heart,

The lips wear on a genial smile,

And take the stinging teardrops in....

All done, when I open my vexed eyes,

And mop the crying eyelashes to make them smile,

Finally, When I surrender myself to sleep,

"The final two teardrops make their way out...."

                                                             __ABHISHEK RATH.

"THE POET INSIDE ME...."

                                                                                                       

The evil night was dark outside,

Disturbed I walked towards the mirror,

Stood infront it with dazzling eyes,

And the flickering candle flame added light....

Taken aback was I,looking at the blurred image,

When I noticed my eyes drowned in pain,

Could vividly get the inside picture,

Of everything that they witnessed....

The lucid pen that my thin fingers hold,

How can it write on a topic so very well??

To this query of mine,replied the night,

"Your pen writes from the ink of your heart"....

To the mirror,looking still,I asked my heart,

"Where from you get such immense feel"??

Replied then my heart with a soft voice,

"From your eyes that observe things very deep"....

Then I stared at the candle's burning flame,

And thought deep about the blurred image,

Which it did cast on the mirror eyes,

Then I got the answer to my inside query..

"Am I really a poet"?? Let my poems say.....

                                                              __ABHISHEK RATH

"THERE SHE COMES"

Amidst the dark night,

I languidly lingered,

Weary with thoughts,

Of my long lost love….

When I passed by the street lamps,

Each reminded me,

Ocean of memories,

That were linked with my beloved…..

I walked alone, missing badly,

The five fingers of my beloved’s left hand,

That used to grab and clasp,

My right hand’s  five fingers….

When the wind softly blew by my side,

I was struck to the longing memory,

Of times when I used my fingers,

To remove the strand of hair from her left ear…..

Then from the far distant, I could see,

A lone figure slowly approaching towards me.

My heart witnessed it and whispered,

“There she comes!!There she comes!!There she comes!!”

And there she was!!!!!

                                                           ___ABHISHEK RATH.

"TIS' NOT EASY TO STAB MY LOVE...."

This hard Have I tried

To stop the contact with you.

Now listen to it,

And imagine how tough was it….

 

It was so easy for you to say,

“Stop contact anyhow”..How??

For it took me seconds to count,

To learn living without you…..

 

The seconds were progressing too slow,

And the momentum of my life was at halt.

But mind had become my heart’s master,

And consoled the heart every time it shed tears….

 

Anytime  your  contact number ,

 Was pressed by  my thumb,

The message from the mind,

Took the thumb to the cancel button….

 

Still anytime when my mobile vibrates,

I check for your call or message,

But  I don’t find any….

Still I do the same everytime…..

 

I search for your face,

In every girl I see,

Vexed I say my eyes,

“Look down, This is not She…..”

 

 

Its not that I am not trying,

To stab my Love,

But it is that, my Love is much stronger,

It stabs every attempt I try to stab it…..

 

                                           __ABHISHEK RATH.

 

"MY ANGEL!! MY LIFE…."

My foe, fetch no weapon to kill me,

Instead bring me my beloved,

Who kills me outright,

With her sanguinary looks….

 

Why fetch the anesthesia??

Just bestow the angel,

Whose pleasing seraphic voice,

Can slay my consciousness…..

 

Chant of any magus can’t bewitch me,

If you want me trapped,

Presage my lass to smile,

She smiles and your work is done…..

 

Want to ruin my sleep??

Minstrel, Don’t play on any tune,

I stare at my beloved’s  glinting eyes,

And the complete night awake am I…..

 

I am the richest of men,

If I have her with me..

But once she is gone,

Amongst the poor ,I’ll  lead the list….

                                           __ABHISHEK RATH.

 

"THE FINAL MINUTE OF MY SURVIVAL”

All fuzziness of thoughts eliminated,

Still there is an awful lot to learn,

Its the Almighty whom I mentally summon,

To express all anxiety thats still suppressed.....

 

All the laughters ended in tears,

Still I am not afraid of this lethargic situation.

This is the final time I adore His creation,

Tonight after death becomes mine, I have no other fears....

 

Just a few minutes more,

Then my beetling eyelashes, I shut for ever..

And surrender my vexed body to the eternal slumber..

All my fame would then lie buried under the dead floor.....

 

At my death bed I have none as my rival,

My undone work would be done by some inspired lad..

My soul fares all well before leaving this vile world,

"For this is the final minute of my survival".....

 

__ABHISHEK RATH.