Verses of The Dead

As Mist drains from heaven to earth,

The epitaph finds verses of mirth…

Of falling heroes and rotten salads,

Unending quests and Unspoken ballads,

Chains of fury and temptations of pleasure,

Untapped potential and hidden treasure.

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Of sorrows in happiness and pain in joys,

Of things that one takes for granted and never rejoice.

The lost glory in forgotten songs of rust,

And words that came from shear frust.

Things of beauty that never really were,

Glasses of wine that needed a fresh stir,

Whispers that long raged within to find a voice,

And moments that helps us make a choice….

Of when to do,

And what to say...

Those screaming sounds

That ended in pray.

Rise of an angel,

From the coffins of hell…

The unprecedented trauma

That left me in a shell....

Some who went and left a hole,

Faces yet smiled though burned was the soul,

And prayers that went unanswered again,

And reactions that could have left anyone insane.

The fresh curry of new dreams,

A new set of rush and streams.

Of strings that now, might never be played

Belonging to the melodies, that have still stayed

And those blue pair of eyes….

That still finds a shelter in my poems

The smile that rests on those angelic lips

And the pink color of her finger nail tips

That last bus which I wish she would have missed,

And that last time when we should have kissed.

Of the shoulds and might….

And the wrongs and right…

From would be and could be….

To must be and may be…

The questions remain the same,

The shadow that is still timid and tame

In the prayers of seeking a path of rest

The one that for me would be the best.

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And hopefully the sun would rise….

And hopefully It would find me here…

Resting in the grass laden in mist…

That came from heaven above….

Soaked me…

Burnt me….

And left me in the nirvana

Where I met myself as same!

….. and The epitaph was speaking again!

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PS – This came out, I don’t know from where…. I just sat, texted and published this one. It has too much of what I wish to say right now… Where was I ? Why was I gone? Why am I back ? :P everything is somewhere in this….
Dedicated to a set of songs… hearing them again and again lately, have got me bouncing back somewhat to writing. The first 3 that comes to mind as of now are “Don’t cry” and “Sweet child O’ Mine” by Guns and Roses and “Nothing else matters” by mettalica. Old classics and yet effective in drenching out the rust that seeps in at times : )
(The cover picture source : This too is a homage to the spirit of song writing, lyrical mystique and the aroma of music that liberates the soul and cure the wounds)
Plus…My dear friend Salil Shankar, has been a constant support all this while, Thanks for encouraging me to tryin to do it again…what I have always loved the most. : ) U rock!

PPS – Belated blog anniversary to everyone who has ever been a part of this blog, have read me, have supported me, have criticized me, or have even opened this page once. I owe you guys. Thanks for being there always. You mean the world to me : )