THE FADING SMILES

LIVING IN THESE MORBID SURROUNDS;

I'VE CEASED TO BE A HUMAN BEING, FOR LONG.....

Where rates are fixed and the fates are risked;

My ears have parched out, for long to listen a dulcet lullaby or song,

My sentences, once, were lovely poems to someone and verses to some;

Where life was enchanted, joyous and smiles exceeded my income,

Now I fail to rhyme even a few lines in my never ending queues of words;

And the expressions have vanished; which once described happy moods,

Holes unfathomable have been bored inside heart, and still that beating piece of body;

Tries to cheat its true identity of being a lump of pain, by enacting plays of rhapsody,

Need for dreaming exceeded the need for sleep, eyelids used to close due to the bright visions;

Now the sodden eyes, glued with the fears of future, search for few rays of happy reasons,

When I tried recollecting the faded memories, the scattered pieces of my broken heart laughed at me;

And the body, tired n distressed, demanded a future of harmony n the soul to be set free,

If not the perfect seasons to enjoy, it demanded a few reasons at least;

Just enough to live life more humane and less like an endangered beast,

The syndrome of faded smiles, taking a toll, killing the dimples and images of frivolity, is on a rampage;

A place where stories of pleasure n joy were read once is now ending up on a permanent poster of anger and rage.

"DRAGON"


© By shivapavan On 4/19/2010 1:57:22 PM

I dream of being a Fish

Not inside the walls of aquariums; Which try to contain and hold;

But to wade across the craziest currents of the oceans-Deeper & cold,

Neither like that of a silver, Nor like the one which is gold;

But I want to live the life of a Shiny Shark; until I grow old,

To live in the vulnerabilities of the tempestuous seas; If is a bane;

I shun the boundaries of placidity; Which make me kind of insane,

A fish is safer; Inside the glimmering glasses, but is destined to fade;

God endowed me with wings; To preach, The spirit of freedom-I was made,

Being bottled up in the barrels of boredom, my body becomes paraplegic;

I want to feel the freshness of the waves, ripples & quit the style so lethargic,

I want to break the walls of lust that are transparent and calm;

Don’t want to trace back the murky waters; which I’ve already swam.