Neither the world, nor this soul I needed
On the wide shore of dream, things to get
May yet the tease of my heart you collect
Forbidden as forlorn to a condemned delft
Shying moon touched her eclipse immured
And the stars augured to their own savage;
Inception now dawn itself was not assured
And love acclaims lovers of endless ages
Now with the slopes of this sky’s bald head
My life touches her face, latter death laid
Because, without of her I’ll have rhyme bad
While she used to shy on my tribal words read
And thou then in this moment of mind will
When the frost and monuments looked brass
And yet we were in love, and hated harsh
For another day the fancy nature, oh loss
But there were things not for healing vase
And you held the hand with a morning sage
Your eyes inbuilt banding design of magic
As I would find myself in the corner of gem
If in that the nature would not lock them
With holding the back shadow of your rhyme
Would walk rest of my life, with little chime
But since she crossed on my caress heart
That might understand still love but not hate
Only this rest of soul in the indefinite crest
If I were tilted along the turner of age nest
She would be furlong keeping my feet haste
And yet the dusk would stop on her smile
If the red sky slips on the cloth of her hairs
Good nudge it was, as she was life, unawares
So I deserved to blame upon in grief in swears
But still she dwelt on the moon’s cage for me
Holding a little shine, with carved gloaming
And I as the autumn’s leaves all here falling
Changed the ways but she never changed wee
And me the kernel to the roomy encored rhea
Who doesn’t smile in falling of rain’s odd flea
Oh I am tempted to hurt with love oh my love
The jerks of pierced fate scribing on my heart
And now I am fallen sick with leaning hope art
The pain is smart with promise of barren past
And my soul looks weary as a pregnant crust
And your smile looks fading away around sun
Moon came out of cage not getting your smile
A dooming future might scream on this lease
Like rain goes away making lonely sad trees
A frail poet I might be with sighs, only these
The graveyard also tearing there face insets
And the love bears the sobbing days hatreds
The winter might be harassed autumn shades
Turns my soul towards the search of your soul
In my burdened boat with a whirled chap poll
But the ways with more haze not stilled at all
So all my dreams laid on the astray of desires
And I closed the eyes, sitting as life meddlers
The moon sings on me with big pride as fires
And near me only one torn wing of soul drier
But life woke up when soon I was on her crest
The moon took away the night removing rest
And the night was felt like a fading space mist
And I reached near of uncured soul shadow it’s
With a grant of cure, medication of her wounds
She refused to come again still, there it sounds
And I found without shadow of her on the mounds
And on the cliff there were the graveyard grounds
Soon the silence contracted my words in middle
Now I am not me, after losing her,only as a riddle
Posted in Poem on October 12th, 2011 by kritrish | | 1 Comment »
Though a kindred spirit under the torrents declines to forsake
Vibes of thoughts smite in affray with a walk dines to love lake
Scribes of those days quite long but near to heart make a deck
But now days not as same and heart is gone in thy game by fake
While the some flowers’ souls fly so beyond the tempted colors
And deliver by exultant fables untie the fond of admired rulers
With a rendered show of life and help of bond often tired pullers
Underneath the empire of mortals a silent body of mine hobbles
Meanwhile the body without my soul shivers in the cold of dawn
Yet it might sense the other’s feeling, self might be senseless clone
And lighter breath has been frozen with those insane tears skeleton,
Still my voice would guide me though how the way I live here alone
Still through your light from those valiant eyes drains my sighs out
And me through midnight darkness lament in wise black curvy cloud
These streams in that a stop of water-leaves and around me flood
And this flood goes to desert wildly made green to ground and wound
Can I be the feel with a more glide of heal an only work of love to fill
And with a long strides in life way making self in vanished show will
As when autumn might look spiritual through a dried leaf came from hill
Then so vigilant midnight life would realize those lights of stars to spill
As in Villa Mountain, a voice echoes yet today
Reaches about to touch in feather of misty clay
Every leaf of mountain looks holy script relay
And sensation in water of river with frost fray
And breeze of dreams, long uttered uncovered
With and across a still shade of a long bird
Where the beauty names tree in thou enfold
The mysterious slopes and ways reach to mud
In the sounded voice, as the peers and mowers
Showed the trickled prose of Seville on the grass
In fog around and make again that echo to pass
Till then my heart fancied and woke on the mass
Enriched filtered water when dew walked on as
By a little breath way wind shows the shore of
In track of that echo as by own winder turnoff
And it drove by emerged divinity of their hereof
By that a clamping sun rays on that tree show off
Now as dark, borrowed in that unveiled forest
As the king of mountain had left dark to theft
But me for sad away, and moving to that unrest
Among the big jar of dressing tree of dark waist
The echo slows down as my way moves in zone
And thought of big bright and giggled to be shown
Looks thousands years old rocks, an old fort unknown
As like a white dressed woman sat by wall alone
Increased the glare with echo now in midnight trees
And unsung hives started on the skin unleash
But with a great wind in sudden the echo vanishes
And the stars got move in the dark sky, me to suffice
Like the bright scaled on vast area asked me, you died?
Really that closure from life, still as uncovered mind
So far, most secret, mystical, the villa mountain ride
Posted in Poem on October 12th, 2011 by kritrish | | No Comments »
Since shine in the ways shines the heart thou when
Be the words and its sound forgot by mind then;
Or then the harbor slammed from heart to mind
disturb the silence from cry, and shut it in hind vein
And alas! This also goes to the heartbeats incision hast
From the paths of regress in blood to the echoing chest
see how far the ways to miss that as the moon to stars
That lost in the shimming rays, and guided thou spars
From me and thy solitary inclusion bêtise into whelm
The sentry of heart that directs thee to the love aim
and sense the light near, and move as thou by flame
within the blind idols that never had knelt in shame
beneath the forehead of sky, a long rope tied as tame
Thou clutched as like, like crawls around it saving dame
And as like happiness shy in front of the smiles’ claim
with thou radiant shines along the horizon of eyes frame
And trick budges sometimes of leaned face as hunts
And thou once more time tried to mope in loneliness
love but the secret behind the eyelashes perking lights
And vanishes when touch those eyes soon in the heart
As the evening called to sun to rest in its shrine longs
And as morning hides moon in the back of sun’s shines
So, if this time thou would know the dormant of souls
The world would lavish the kindled eloquent love words
The devoid of anger and spar to fondle a knelt weed
The hearts spill their sad tar on my ways as they need
That was the end of fiends’ war at my sage and on seed
Thenceforth fog blocks a tumid wound on the rage instead
Off the long flanges on the single roomy wail there to lead
And I feel helpless in the simple thought that I never did
Was there still standing upfront of my face and them inside
The blue shine on eyes and a pegged darkness’ flame beside
And the lips were quiet with feeling of spoiling when belied
So with a distance as night to day rowing with one boat ride
Underneath light of a little caring star and black sky wide
A spacious unstaring planets belling evades me by being spied
And in end of rolling Milky Way in a cavern of my room tonight
A reverie whilst of a little nape makes me reach to primeval
An auspicious devoutly immersion helps me dark to removal
The strewn remotely footsteps on desert give hope as symbol
Benevolent savings of wishes in the old box of cherishing roll
As genial cravings with prevailed ancestors rising me on whole
Malign threads would be bountiful told, nestles by neutral neural
Slumber of heads leaned down in revolt, sanctifies all heaven to hell
Posted in Poem on October 12th, 2011 by kritrish | | No Comments »
Life the spirit of the love as layer
And genuine breeze of heaven lees
And gentle shine, as sun on glare
As twilight beams among the trees
and as mistress of the sensation dwelt
often thou shadow from heart as knelt
As like garden winds, and calling springs
And a big pond of lotus, flashing in rays
And the unexpected designed things
Thou must hold the rain and trace
When it answered and quiet, but shy
appeared, like a fresh boon, as souls fly
And thou stood silent in front of hope
Grief that trunks never to right side
An another wealth, endeavor to cope
With a fond of faith, still world guide
And still the vary bubble in world whorl
Dream, desire, emotion as the curtain curl
And in midst the craving of building love
On the truth surface of earth visions
And thou touch the breath in duet rove
By shore of thoughts in backyard of divisions
The human smiles and creations’ lobby lead
Would worth of world’s curves any breed
And as all the shippers bound their ship
Which like false hope from death right
The splendid moon and sun also worship
Days and nights events where always bright
Thine inside souls could true for thee
But as time controls all corners led it free
This life, which presence would be always
As near of thou the shadow as mad armor
But there is only the dreams here to chase
And with saucers filled with sugar of lover
Be like the god’s art, and his only creation
It might not dark you thought but evasion
The shine of the stone far in way
As a sudden spark for time’s clay
The things indifferent saving flare
Which neither we knew nor dare
But once,a prove in a dumb’s say
As we could find our doomsday
If thine at last time the first crier
Made a tear as long sadness buyer
Then kindness thou had by my side
But since they sold their tears dried
That they might stop to open attire
Only the rests of ashes after the fire
Now the sun behind a shadow verses
Good as visible touch of love enriches
And in front of all the betrayal sights
In the core of eyelids hopes will rise
Shroud in shadow, proud in preaches
And fall of the sand as the sky seizes
But it would be crime when last rhyme
Words as lamented and words as lime
And thine leave all with no word to bye
Changed the love meaning in sad eye
And when desired in the second time
Whoever thought falls in a blank aim
Posted in Poem on October 12th, 2011 by kritrish | | No Comments »
The distance turners are desolated in the corners
As the bends in tinted dear walls by lees’ owners
As distinguished smile turns into the big mourners
And drops of tears remembered that smile loners
When behind tooth of sorrow the words go on boil
When fringes of hope on her dawn and in thou soil
Or, if shined once then, soon she mends heart coil
And binds torn flowers in lint of care to dear loyal
oh, then would no dawn alone in the grave of mobs
as summer would smile on winter’s shying eye knobs
insists a while, the dormant killer! God will save sobs
and the spirit rests in the way beside undead corpse
Eternal laments, in thou soft heart with landed dreams
Where the wounds of fate and sounds of tended rhymes
Unrelenting departure, with soppy sunder rested hymns
and love fades away like fog to forge ahead by sun shines
Through the suspected miracle of life quite though
Found one place of glomming on my temple dome
And those people stood silent in front instead thou
The harder rays of sun’s blinking inlet tipping eyes
Nodding on your shoulder the half of my life, my ways
And other half, this place there I nodded in loneliness
Inadvertently was longing a hand of thou and vignette
And the birds took music for me when I used to lament
Across to me and far of thou there is a leaning decent
In my eyes still the perceptive pictures showing that end
No matter how much I got the cheer and meanwhile here
Thou could fly far from me in the best of thee and happier
And I am here with a long black shadow without of glare
Along the air shrink in a corner like heart by breath there
stiffened,afraid of losing thine shoulder if moved my care
And I am sure this place wouldn’t be a little if thou aware
And with a little sigh to love I felt apart of world
Then thou came at the muster and stood absurd
When the tumblers of leaves were on my downward
Thou brotherly touched my shoulder stooping toward
Ere the sand of your graveyard touched my feet and
Analyzing thou existence, I aligned my emotions’ end
Thus we started the talk, but couldn’t touch was sorrow
Rather thou the red yester and the mist much on brow
Wherein thou steadily walked to the place in that row
Nothing was mashed to the tranquil face of thee soul
Standing aloofly on my fate, and thou made it my foul
And the speechless mouth was like carpet of my role
Thou made my head on the lap with shadow of hairs
But the unseen perspicuous eyes of me thou repairs
So I designed myself to the unrevealing feeling of caress
Loved by the soul thou were bound to capture amid whereas
Still sit on the path till return of thou vision that thwarted
But for thee need peace and enclave of love yet I parted
Posted in Poem on October 12th, 2011 by kritrish | | No Comments »
A saint of Santiago went for a search inlay
With venial life surpassed in body of clay
Was confusing on how joy and sadness play
Three tiers of life win defeat and slave
Felt faulty a bit in his deep mind to engrave
Reached to a village of flowers as a poet on delve
Some flowers were beautiful and some were harsh
But those have all same work to make surround wash
Thought then how people are different as untied class
Tied all those flowers and made an antique necklace
Pacing up forward and approached to a village of emotion’s face
Every face had unique emotion as fusion joined by timber lace
The laces were as bliss-joy-pain-sadness-suffer-cry and smile
Memory was queen there and life as king against death volatile
Love and dream were janitors and hope was in security to survive
The ways to life were surrounded by homes of those emotions
The saint started to knock at gate of every emotion for precautions
But the answers were to him to go only to king for better absorptions
Turned himself to the way of life, to the king of bluff and the queen of mind
Approached to the life’s security, the hope came in light, the venturing glide
Hope clutched the saint’s hand, pace on the way of life as to get nice guide
He met with love and dream that were standing in straight and slim
Shook hand with them earnestly he thought himself ineptly limp grim
Just entered the room of king with little fear swing was going to climb
He adorned life with the flowers he had, life asked him that why he was sad?
Saint burst out the questions at once as the throat was filled by hones, he said,
Life made him near its lap, asked him for a little nap after his being maddened
The king said “See saint, every emotion is prior here; they live in my palace’s rear,
They are like your flowers’ necklace; the thread of mine is attached, it looks clear,
If I broke the thread then they would all scatter away, and emotions nowhere.”
“No one knows me but all knows death, cause I am not certain, certain is death,
I can’t be without emotions and emotions can’t be with mortals within faith,
Your soul proves it that I (life) go on the mockeries with unreal physical wreath
So if much you would indulge in world that dwindles to mope and flattened crosses
Much you would lose your every emotion as the liquor spills out from lot of rosés
Make me (life) as I be myself and you be yourself, as there would no repent and illusions.”
Posted in Poem on October 12th, 2011 by kritrish | | No Comments »
This poem is so near to my heart, a lot of emotions it consists of, all my poems are as children of me.
My milky stars look miles away far
Yet I grabbed the light for a while
As a drop clutched in the dew wide
Little shiny much admired in soul
Blanch of the glare in numb eyes
As a piece of blush that moon blows
And little breeze of love tilted sighs
Admired those grains of flash ambush
My world on the true traction lavish
I could stop on that few expressions
But the life threw much dormant hubs
The flying grill is much satire flow
Chose a biff on the amusing amour
A sudden breath came so close
As in the flowers the flame of rose
Put my legs on that curve of vole
Lent of tensile faint dumb wall
Made my back by wall’s gloss
Put the mind on that plant of moss
The uneven surface dried immature
The sun was gloom on that bidden lure
Now moon helped me for that shiny core
The distance of agility on little cross
I swapped it for my life more on soul
In far there is a shadow on wait
Craving of my drops of light straight
I sliced myself in the river as fall
Went near to that shadow’s scroll
Blinked on dense dark reflection
Found myself there with little emotion
Cleared that shadow with tears a lot
Seems around of me several blot
I showed it my glare to help it whole
It sat on verge with limping stroll
It convinced itself as I was not other
I was grain and I was the proctor
Suddenly a fused cry looked in backside
It was my past trustee as future guide
Soon in sky appeared the moon’s flight
Stars were asking to back its light
I hid that in a corner of my heart
And my shadow was on the fear cart
Thought how I confess my perish past
I showed my heart with light to it
It became bliss knowing my neat gift
I adorned it with faith and conviction
Shadow gave me way to live life friction
Now I found myself after long fight
But I think for my future it was right
Moon came on ground of sky
Was little confused getting stars cry
But smiled when it got me in light
Because I felt god by moon’s sight
Posted in Poem on October 12th, 2011 by kritrish | | No Comments »
You are quicker than a second
Fill round the time you reckoned
You are faster than the light
Grasp by flying all dreams’ sight
You know what you are
Only you for now and for future far
You are the passion and zeal
The charm of luck in life to fill
You are only mate of life of you
That you do, you can win in dew
You are sure and you are shear
Just try for getting out of fear
See the sky and see the earth
As they are saying your life worth
And meet to mountains and rivers
Making you to get above heavers
Words can’t be important until
You use them in your life will
The next change of world is you
You are the difference in a hue
Nothing is impossible but a possible
You can possible that is impossible
You are extreme, you are dreamland
You are space and there is no end
Posted in Poem on October 9th, 2011 by kritrish | | No Comments »
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