The music of soul (enclosed rhyme)

 

Entwined into the sacredness of light,

Silence screams so loud,

Erasing the importance of being proud,

 Moving miles away from the fright,

Moving into the depth of fires,

Tapping inside a vicious thought,

Losing numerous battles fought,

Yet subsisting with peaceful desires,

No claims, no blames and no fear,

Every note touches deep down,

As if a magical peaceful town,

Stands atop being dear,

Yes this is “The magic of soul”,

Letting us fly high and high,

Probing for such unprecedented sky,

And living in it is our ultimate goal.

Oh lord! Let me sleep,

 

Oh lord! Let me sleep,

Away from disturbing voices,

Tortured humanity prevails,

Drowned in uncanny choices,

Oh lord! Let me sleep,

Away from aesthetic truth,

This world paints agony,

Dipped in ferocious ruth,

Oh lord! Let me sleep,

Away from restless haziness  

Unclear mist choking senses,

Increasing demonic craziness,

 Oh lord! Let me sleep

In your divine care,

In your worthy silence,

Inside unmatched layer,

Oh lord! Let me sleep

Where an instant ceases,

Forever smoothness of soul,

Where every pain freezes,

Oh lord! Let me sleep

In deepest state of meditation,

From where a soul start its journey,

Towards the final elation

Your Love (Fibonacci + rhyme + senryu + Acrostic + Tanka + etheree)

I,

Felt,

Your love,

Blind in fun,

Dipped in passion,

Wrapped in sensational lust

Outcome of silent regrets and deep frustrations, yet,

*******

I believed in your trust,

For which I was blind,

I Believed in you crust,

For which I was kind,

I believed in your touch,

For which I was needy,

I believed in you as such,

For which I was termed as greedy  

But my belief was incessant,

Atrociously fighting within me,

And at one point of remnant,

I wrote this following slogan to see

*******

 Carcass of Love boils,

 Melting trust fades away fast,

 Rain falls on died hope.

*******

You gave me that slogan,

Outbursts of incessant tears,

Ugly truth of love elates,

Rousing death of false fears,

Left with lone voices of self,

Outrageously laughing on my will,

Vivaciously broken heart kneels,

Encouragement falls below in thrill,

****** 

Thrilling thrill of thrill,

Which thrills a fearful dead soul,

Waits like an orphan,

Homeless and even heartless,

Writing in piece of paper

*******

I,

Wrote with,

A belief,

To meet again,

In same waves of lust,

But now with open eyes,

Converting into trust of heart,

 In silence of worthy dead mob,

I hope for a light of love that stays  

My heart still waits for your passionate fun.

Same moment Differs

 

I silently ate the grudge,

Gazing through dead eyes,

Wetted rain slips through,

Colorful moments of aching sighs,

Scar dances atrociously,

Deciphering dense darkness of cry,

Like a sea of blood evaporating,

A juiceless life, absolutely dry,

Belief dissolved hopelessly,

Harshly churned and cheated,

Painted blind through hasty eyes,

Blazing atmosphere and soul defeated, 

Life bleeds death turning aimless,

Seconds weights heaviest relentlessly,

Eye explored through window,

Witness another world progressively,

Raining smiles through beautiful eyes,

Reflecting joy love and care,

Every second blossoms spreading life,

Creating an unmatched layer,

As if life resembles lucid sweetness,

Absence of scars and pain,

Silence of agile soul sounds,

Dancing inside joyous selfless gain,

Laughing endlessly to plant more,

Tears has no existence even erroneously,

Amazing confidence expunge cacophony,

Exquisite atmosphere so lively,

Same moments differ for difference,

Zeal, belief and understanding rolls,

Life is how we take it,

It uninterruptedly scrolls.

“Our Real Dreams”,

 

Even that minuscule dream,

Remains tiny forever,

We scaffolds it with unknown walls,

Walls of so called reality, being clever,

We don’t even dream like a dream,

Coz we bathe in it with disbelief,

We try to dance with open eyes,

Without breaking man-made rules of relief,

We analyze it with experiences,

Forgetting its mysterious nature,

On one hand we trust in it,

Other hand we disbelief in superhuman creature.

We waste power in proving,

Our dream as opposite of reality,

Forgets to act incessantly,

Finally erases our own originality,

We limit its extreme possibilities,

Yet calls it a “Dream”,

Judge it with our own limited understandings,

And then blames the supreme.