A Sunset in the Church..

The church was barren,
but for a pew;
A girl was kneeling ,
wet in the dew;
i sat her next,
n watched her pray;
Red wet hairs fallen on her back,
like shadows on hill'after sun sets.....
Pink lips parted,
murmuring few words;
tears rolled down,
warming her lips;
As sun sets down,
in sea at d dusk;
So was the beauty,
ethereal untouched...
.......Achal a.k.a The Dead Poet

Sweet Pain

Vishal Vishal,

It’s the snowfall.

London is Shivering and,

Yu are half a million miles apart.

The Poems are sold,

For few ounces of gold.

Merry Merry Christmas,

‘am waiting for yu,

To take me home………

My lovely lady,

Its fall here,

Yu are shining in my heart,

Like a Diamond dear.

Lonesome Tonight

Lonely pathways, Lonely streets

Lonely nests , Lonely trees,

Lonely Me and Lonely My

Its all when

Places are crowding high.

Lonely night, lonely stars

Lonely day, Lonely dawn

Lonely Me and Lonely My

Its all when

Nature is rhythming fine.

Lonely mind , Empty Eyes

Burning Heart, Churned soul,

Lonesome Me and Paining My

Its all when

Birds of Cupid are cuddling shy.

Undying Love...Feel it Now.

Now the same things which used to entice me before , doesn’t. I used to be strong in heart , a carefree brain n who gives a damn attitude towards few of the pleasant things in life. Now in past couple of months, I have become so vulnerable that slightest of the words said with intention can stir me. Though I must admit life is beautiful now as I hadn’t seen it in past few years. There are few words which very few have dared to define. Do you know what is Love. Have you ever in your life dared to define this four letter word. A bit courageous and more than that a bit cynic. Shakespeare was, Milton was, Harivansh Rai Bachchan was, and few more enlightened soul. But what about us mortals, we go by the generally accepted symptoms. Which might be of some unknown disease as well… .

But the beauty lies in the way symptoms spur up . Basically you are lost. We know that we are feeling for someone . Still we deny, we want to be sure. We force our intellect to reason on something which itself is beyond all reasons. Many a times, we let that lovely feeling suppressed within us for quite a long . And we get used to live with that to the extent that feeling dies within us.

After years if we happen to bump into each other around the corner. That love surfaces again as a phoenix rises from ashes. And then we can do nothing but to regret and curse ourselves. Because all the times , deep in our heart we knew that this person was the destined one. This person was the one who we could have spent our life with happily for forever and ever.

This is the merciless and ruthless sword of destiny.

Last Tryst with Clouds

The poet is sitting

by the top of the valley,

looking down n feeling

how deep it is,

just like the love

he feels within..

A cloud passes by

saying in his ears,,

O Poet ,

Don’t look in the valley

n measure its depth...

As its always be shallow

before your love...

Next cloud comes by saying,,

O poet,

You weren't wise

couldn't even think

love was as cold as an ice.

why were you chasing

who wasn’t there.

hurting your friends

and those who care.

Then the cloud comes

laden with tears,,

look at me

O Poet

says in his ears...

The gal is gone

leaving u for long..

lets shed some drops

n feel light again...

share some thoughts

n become wise again..

you and the gal met by chance ,

That wasn't what destiny wants..

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The poet looks at the sky,

with tear laden eyes...

Thinking of what cloud just said,

was all that an illusion,

which his heart had said...

All those times was he blind,

couldn’t even get what was destined.

no one to say,

no one to listen,

he was dying with /

a cloud as his friend..

Poet takes his heart,

out on the grass....

Cloud asked,

What its for...

Poet laughed,

I am dying/

So is my destiny,,

at least this heart will find,

the gal’s love divine ...

Once again the

destiny will loose..

Because

in my heart,

its love that rules......

……………….The Dead Poet’Achal’

Dying heart in the hands of thy.

She walks up the lane,

Picking Sakura as in

Some fairy tale.

Looking for the Poet

Up the Hill,

She doesn’t know

Up Above

The poet lies still.

The Winter is gone

Summer creeps in,

Maple Red Leaves

Grown on the Hills.

Dreaming of the good old times,

She finds she has never had time.

Going for her dream for all those years,

Have left her today all in tears.

Missing the warmth, love

And touch of the poet,

She now recalls how would have they

Been in the Duet.

Summer is ending

Winter chilling in,

She is too old by

She reaches on the hill..

There she finds

A heart by the side,

She picks it up and,

Heart bleeds inside.

By the touch of the heart

Feels like Poet’s warmth.

The heart askd her

In a dying tone,

Lady where were you

I was dying alone.

…(Incomplete)

…Achal ‘The Dead Poet’

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Heart Aches in Summers By the Ocean

Rain Rain Come Again,

On The Burning Hearts Fall Again.;

You are the Sword of the God,

Slashing Away the Heart Apart.

Or,

You are the Love of Mother Divine ,

Washing away the tears of Conscience.

Rain Rain Come Again

Let The Ocean run in my Vein,

Washing Away

The Pain of Memory lanes,

On My heart You Fall Again.

From The Memory lanes…Achal ‘ The Dead Poet’

Memories Transgressing the barriers of Space n Time

Dream Dream O Dream,

What is it

Ye are trying to mean.

Some old memories

Or ,

Some future Tales…
………( Incomplete)

From The Memory lanes….Achal’The Dead poet’

Untied Loose Ends of My Heart

I have made a terrible mistake,

I Don’t know why.
But ,

A life is at stake,

In the hands of thy

…(Incomplete……)

From The Memory lanes….Achal’The Dead poet'

Hell Talks

Though the poet died,

In Hell his soul resides.

So some more ,

To come by

When The Poet Cries.

From The Memory lanes….Achal’The Dead poet’…..

Eruptions Of Neuronic Activity

Down the hill

A lake chill and still,

Walking down the memory lane

The Poet recalls some fairy tales,

Few to forget

And few to tell,

Hoping to find her

By the lake

Down the lane;

Though ye know,

The poet died

Just after ,

The lake dried.

Now

She doesn’t know,

Where the grave lies………

From The memory lanes….Achal ‘The dead Poet’