The Bid Adieu

Since the day you have left

I have wept in solitary and prayed

May Your smile and happiness

Fly from your lips across your face

With the broken heart I cried all night,

Wish you were nearer and always mine.

I shall wait for you to return,

Cause I know there is a lie hidden.

You left alone in the dreary desert,

With the dry hope of swimming around beautiful Madagascar.

Now there's a last wish that I do tame,

Be with someone whose heart beats with yours.

The one who showed you dreams of beautiful blue,

Are all unreal, vague and untrue.

There is beauty in your smile,

That only a drunk poet can define.

For he who wants you for the glory of sex and beauty,

Remember, he shall be gone once it fades away.

The Suicide Note

"Are you happy Dad?", the father read the words in the suicide note after he pulled it out from his son's hanging body.

Nobody expected the hanging body. Neither it was easy for the son nor for his father. The son died a thousand deathas before he actually died and the father couldn't live a minute more after seeing his son die. Self claimed deaths were meant for cowards but  this wasn't true here. He was brave enough to live but braver enough to die. He thought if his death could put an end to a notion then how successful his death would have been. The father was a simple man who followed common social notions and wanted his successors to even inherit it further. The social notions, which were bricked by hatred to separate humanity. Religion frames certain common faiths and beliefs and it was really difficult to convince a middle class father to marry a girl who had some different faiths and beliefs. He could confront fist fights with strangers but not his fathers beliefs. Death wasn't easy but he had no options. All he wished that he be the last one who lost his life for such social notion. At last the father realised but he had already lost his son.

Ode to my Mistress

If only I knew that your love wasn't so true,

I would have let  you go with a hug

Those saturday night sleepovers and messy sundays,

were as true as the desert mirage.

The city lights and the sky so blue,

nothing as good as you.

I can burn myself up to be lost in the sky,

I still fall in for you and I don't know why.

The summer rains and winter breeze,

all are back except thee.

Its hard to sleep  and whenever I do,

I wake up to a beautiful dream of you.

Wish rebirths were true and if it ever happened so,

I would live that life ever with you.