Reminiscence of life

When you sun, after seeing your
Beloved ‘sea’ for days, years and centuries
Can’t get satisfied and come again
To see them every morning. Then how
Can I; who see my girl for a minute or
A second or a glimpse can get satisfaction.

Oh almighty sun, is this fair that
One strong lover like you gets all the right
To see your queens for ever and I because of
My weakness’ doesn’t get that chance.
Oh lord sun can we do like this; shall we
Change our character.

You see your love for a moment and
give me the chance to inhale ‘my love’ completely
in me for one whole day. Ok.

Wait; will my thirst for her end in one day?
If not, don’t worry sun god we shall change
Our character every day till I get satisfaction.

And for your saying that “I have ‘five’ sweet hearts
To look after so I am given that much time”, I
Tell you look at my girls eyes with your mask of
Rainy season and tell whether or not there
Lies the passion, the feeling equal to
Twice the number of darlings you have.
Now tell me then how much time
I need to look at her.

Diagnose my queen carefully and
Tell whether your Indian, Atlantic,
Pacific, Artic and Antarctic
Are as beautiful as she is?

Now simply don’t argue. I know
That for every one their love is
Great and you can’t win over my love.
Just tell me whether or not you can help.
If can’t, then go… go and die there
Where you were born.

Like me

The new moon pretended
To smile even after losing
Its better half.

Like me
The Grape pretends to
Please others,
Even after fermenting itself.
Like me
The tall ‘oak’ tree
Stood bold even after
Its beloved creeper died of age.

Like them, what else
Could I do, than to suffer and

I Muted my Heart,
Which shouted in deep agony.
Her reminiscence slaps
My thoughts, like the over-excited
Waves racing to the beach.

And the scar carved by that diamond
Will remain forever on this
Stoned heart.

Pavan Kumar H.

The puffy bed, with rosy bedspread
Has countless thorns.

Night is what I hate.

In Eastman colours, like a motion picture,
One after another, a reel of unreal is projected,
Generating turbulence in my Pacific mind.
Not just exaggerations of my deepest desires are these
Dreams, but cruel jokes upon me!
“YOU are NOT what you WANT TO BE!”
They say every night to me.

I love this girl.
With her I walk, sing, make love and cry…
It is bliss being with her.
Every time I go on single knee
She smiles with a Yes. Every time
I open my arms to propose,
She tucks in me tight and smooch!
Countless time have we been wedded!
But I wake to reality: My facebook
Relation status still shows SINGLE!

I am hero, I am legend, I am this and I am that!
I am an achiever at whose feet world root!
There is hardly a thing I can’t achieve…
Every-time I am buried in that grave bed.
But, coming to reality – I realize
I don’t even have the desert that ozymandias’s
Truncated sculpture has.

I hate night
I curse the moon.
Sun has no sympathy for me- They all just do their duty,
No one caring for my feelings?

DREAMS, come not me!
You make me feel “the whole universe conspires against me! 
Even the simple things I really want to happen!”
Fearing you DREAMS- countless nights
Have I squatted in the corner of bed with tears rolling.

Fearing You DREAMS- Left attempting
Those achievable tasks.
Wish to Sleep Like a brain dead,
And wake up to the morning sun of hope.

- Pavan Kumar H.

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Has not excavated fully. There are half baked feelings, desires and ambitions. But a heart to complete and compel.

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