New Life

Psychedelic colors, Mint cooled air
Life, just, true and fair
Soft the zephyr blows, Dream a dream,
Basking on the banks, the nimble stream.



The auster sky, apposite maquillage
Calm hesternal excitement, thrills of yester age
Oasis of nugacity but that was yestereen
Now I lie whispered by the wind, robed by a halcyon mien


I see her amble the sandy bank ,
the gambol of a nymph, before a prank
her Soft wet steps and the sway of the gentle hand
as Stars gild the evening sky, like the beads of a broken band
I ne’er was struck before that hour, her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
With love so sudden and so sweet,awake I sleep my heart complete
I pray she hears my silent voice
flowers blooming without choice
for I have never seen so sweet a face
my heart has left its dwelling place


As I stood there before
in a place I can return no more
as my blood burnt my heart
my life is about to start



---sunil
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Two Lone Tykes

Long vacant corridors, gloomy underworld
Antediluvian bench, serpentine walls,
away from the crowd of the heathen city,
which preys on souls, my sanity,
I search for peace, alone, on the benches of afterworld

Iniquitous banks,bizarre politics
Worthless paper, wretched stocks
Another day in the cellars of glass and steel
I grasp my soul, my slippery eel
Here I crouch in peace, alone, my own narcotic fix

Two lone tykes, shepherd behind,
Saccharine demons, devil incarnates
Cacophony from the entrails of blazing hell
Cracking my soul, my oyster shell
As I watch in horror, alone, with my thoughts entwined

Lone shepherd, dory eyes
Absonant love, wanton pride,
Watching his herd and the execrable menace
The Silent stare, his only penance
There I lie aghast, alone, under the twilight skies

Solitary smile, mistress of pleasure
Bitter happiness, from unruliness
Sheepdog in love with the amuck sheep
Solitary tear, soul deep
I wonder in awe, alone, with my mute zither (musical instrument)

With a long sigh I call my foe,
“Wherefore hast thou serv'd me so? Was I thy foe ?
How then have I deserved this of thee? I comprehend it not!
that thine heard shouldst rob me of my solitude
The fault lieth with none but thee
For heard is as good as the shepherd is”

The Shepherd gave a somber smile,
“I am thy slave by the act of guilt,
Thou shouldst punish me as thine wisdom pleads
Pardon the lads, the fault lieth with none but me,
The tyranny of their sorrow ist their life afore
Fate hasth robed their mother,
I just had to have her buried
Three moths is all I have before I meet her sanguine soul
as thinkest I to do whatfore, thou shalt let their spirits live”

Twolone tykes, angel eyes
walking with their Shepard
on these benches of the underworld
As my eyes brim in horror, I am but myself all alone

sunil varma