This song agonises me

This song agonises me,

It brings those memories back of past

When the time was so colourful and bright

That day I can recall

When I heard it last

It was when in my room at home

That I was standing at my window atop

And looking down at the glittering lake

That shone with light bright

Of the falling sun ablaze

The reflection of green hills around

Made it blossom and bloom

That sentiment I can neever forget

When I lived in eternal bliss

Now when I go there

My reluctance to return back persists.

A Stroll of Realization

While this eve I went strolling

Down the path lakeside

There were things which

I had never pondered on before

The white swans were floating

On the icy-water surface,

And there were boats and rows.

An old man, coughing and shivering,

Rowing had a pair of oars,

And still he rowed that boat on and on

With placid and serene pace,

His wrinkled face said much

A withered man

With home to keep

And abundant children at home,

Maidens to be wed

And sons to be fed.

He had an ancient visage

Of a tested and mature man

In these winter months

When travellers are not many

These men of destiny

Are hurt and they suffer,

Their poverty and deaths

Become as accostumed as

Is this season's snow.

He has a wife at home

On the mountain top

Who awaits his arrival

Through the wild forest

At thick night wrought,

Cooking and feeding her malnourished kids,

That are teeming around her,

Expectant of getting something dear.

This lady, that had lived,

Like her chidren at her father's home,

Knows full well what is to be poor.

She toils whole day,

Cleaning and clearing dirty apparels,

And utensils dirty,

At her wealthy masters' homes

She earns a humble wage

To support her beloved ones.

Her copious strive has made her frail

Which has hastily untimely decayed her.

The boatman, her husband, shall now return home

And with his tiresome work done

He shall now profoundly sleep

To get up early the next morn

To return to his humdrum labour

Will his monotony continue

Till he dies one day?

What did he acheive and gain in his life

Was it not a cursed strife

To live in misery?

Will ever there be change

In the destinies of men of such age?

Will he be born again into this marvellous world

To suffer and to endure the pain

That he already did gain in vain!

This Moon is Following me......

This moon follows me wherever I go,

It is like my shadow wrought,

Which keeps my trail.

Here as I am drawing away from home,

It keeps my company,

And it gives me hope I'll never be left alone.

In my memories unknown,

I feel your presence again and again,

Reminding me of several,

Old and forgotten memories.

While in dejection and isolation,

Away from home,

I am seated all alone,

In this thick wood.

But its a moonlit night,

That guides me out of that darkness and gloom,

Which had engrossed me before,

This silvery sphere comforts me,

When I hear that at home,

My beloved ones are,

Also watching this lady fair and pure,

Which in its ghastly white light,

Bathes me and lets me feel near,

To my home and my beloved ones residing afar.

Walking A Path Moist With Dew

Walking a path
Moist with dew
I reminisces things
That I had forgotton
Long ago somewhere.
In nocturnal world
I resist that slumber
Which I know, is comely
And true for me
But there is a fear
Which kills me from within.
Here in this moist path
I draw my memory clear
And here I remember
How much I've lost
As I walked down the path with time.

A CLOWN IN THE TOWN

In the midst of a town,

There once stood a clown,

Which taller and taller grew,

And he walked with jerks few,

He enchanted kids with his charms,

And spells he did knew,

He told tales of dogs and cats,

And from his pockets rats he drew,

That hovered all over ,

Here and there,

And made the women rush,

Away from the market in hush,

To their homes confined.

He lived none knew where,

He said he flew,

And lived in clouds above,

None believed his tale,

Since jester he was anew,

But it did come true,

When one day amidst all kids,

And in their parents view,

He indeed flew,

To the clouds and sat atop one,

And from there he hooted,

And shouted and cried aloud,

Things strange and spoke an unknown tongue,

A damning curse began to take its shape,

And in the unsanctified town it grew,

It could not touch his mighty soul,

But all the rest that did dwell,

In the town died all and adrift.

A Haunting Nightmare

This poem i composed when a haunting nightmare overcame me at night and i sweated in dark night for it seemed very real and it showed a loss of my beloved one:

A profane memory is haunting me,
Its driving me away from bliss,
I have these nights not slept,
For the horror of nightmare,
But in my waken identity it still persists,
There have been times,
There have been days,
When I cried in dispair,
Losing that which I had loved greatly,
Havens have taken away
That my dear and beloved i see.
Each and every moment
Have I purged pure in pain,
And have undertaken several tasks
To occupy my disturbed frame
But its in vain
For each and every task that i did stipulate,
In that haunting memory i did not proliferate.
Each succeeding day my ruin advanced assure,
Where I had lived in demure,
There were times and eons,
When I felt secure,
But today in this enlightment,
I fear what is for me in store,
O! puissant and mighty god,
Let not one suffer in this mortal pod!

'I Want to Dwell In Ancient Times'

I want to dwell in those ancient times,

When life was strange and life was bright,

There was not a single soul that wept and lived in woe,

Fruitful was the age of youth,

With all friends and no foe,

Tranquil and serene was the life,

With no worries and no fights,

With happiness and delight,

Each new day was a perfect one,

Unknown was the cacophony of the busy strife,

Of the towns and cities alike,

There was not a ruining life,

One lived in true paradise,

With beloved once one did dwell,

From dawn till setting sun,

Around the fire, in the sun and in serene moonlight.

Poetic Panorama

Here is one of my poems which i wrote down in the winter of the year 2006 while i was studying in my room at around 2:00 a.m. in the morning.
At that time suddenly i heard a horrific cry of a cat and so this is its description in poetic form:

CAT'S CRY PERTURBED MY SLEEP

A cat groans again and again,

In the silent night and dead,

My sleep is perturbed once again,

The mystery and dilemma regained.

It cries as if in harmful pain

Symbolic to my problems chained.

I in the dark night of this world,

Am unable to sleep once maimed.

Now the dark and dreadful cloud

Will follow my sleep, if it comes,

And I will be be lost in dreams of doubt,

Nor restless neither peaceful ones.

Followed by the cry of a cat

Thunder and lightning occupy the frame,

The horrid lightning destroys the trees, yet another yet!

The uncanny horses with the carriage came

Outside the castle of my dream, that

Too with a Giantess, lady as dreadful as the devil of fame.

In the morn of next day

Descended I to the sill,

To look out what occured and what may,

I found this gloom and sadness followed me still,

For the morning had no light as though i was its prey,

It was with dark, disasterous, diabolic clouds filled,

And the cattle was unable to champ its hay,

For the hay was with dew killed.

In the bed with my blanket laid on i slept.

And again the nightmare followed me as my shadow

When I saw I wept,

And again was I lost somewhere,

In profound haunted depth.