My Poems

Constancy of the gap bemoan'd ever continues yet.., The seniors trudge the rough side way - all being dry, desperate -- The wise can't walk the pace the young do with frantic headway, As the hedonists are running blind on the sunny broad way.. The mentors lagging, who will guide the blind along straightway Now they have left tenets and tools behind and far away ?? There is a quirk of wrong-footing; There are perils of over boarding; They run the risk of waylaying; Yet, the gold-chasers are running As the laggards are stump'd staring At baleful events occurring..! With a sense of separation, they feel the most ignoble; With a sense of bonding, they feel the most responsible.. Who else will accomplish their dreams, and keep their promises ? Who will complete the tasks, and compensate for the losses ? Impulses like torrent run through our youths - vigour and grit onrush; But, has ever a freedom sans the wings of wisdom flown glorious ? Alas !

Surging ardor of love ebbs fast, Flickering zeal's undoing the sail; The foes that swore now wreck my raft Flaying my frame like summer gale. The love pirates have besieged me, A scapegoat am i on death trail; Charm'd have i been to butcher's block By the craft of a fairy tale. The bug is biting me brutish, I'm caught in its villainous web; The hug has turn'd the barb'd fetters, I neatly have dug my own grave. The mind with feels and memory Has clog'd the passage to freedom; Redemption of the self deny I , Even liberty from 'slavedom'. The soul yet more seeks no riddance, Rather the 'justice' harder still; The captive's bleeding motionless, The lashes slice the lover's kill... What wrong however did this chaste soul If claim'd the whole,for, it gave all ? And why does she punish me When I have withdrawn my control ? Refuge she sought with love entire 'If in me she her sanctum found; My yearning

O providential sufferers of  love ! Feel not vanquish'd, for, the victor is none. Feel not ignored, for, the tender is none. Watch your tears if they breach not the borders. Let them not roll, for, cowards are losers.. True lovers flee not, or smolder in anger. And a true love unchangeably expires never.. Value your love, and save it from the sinner. Go not the brink, or you shall ache at leisure. Endure the storm, or take a valiant dodger-- You shall pounce back to fame the storm blown over. And learn : wane or win at the bid of life Is an odyssey bound not for Recorder.. If loved, you're strong; if long'd, you are  improper. Forgive your betrayer; forget her forever : And remember -- One who's not happy in one home, cannot be in another; Pretense where a character, cannot you be home together -- A strayer is always a strayer, but a fool never a learner.                                               -- N P Samal

The truth beckons to me an urge to make - My confession - that will purge me of impurity : That, my unlearn'd deviance has abused her, And corrupted feminine sacrosanctity; That, i must bend to her, for i have sin'd, And for the sacrilege, i must penance not flee; That, i can feel her soul, and tears that roll Distress'd by my corrupt impulse wrong'd on thee; That, i do feel guilty for my bad act In state too blind to see what i was, and will be; That, i am not absolute, and can't be In the ephemeral : Tomorrow i mayn't see; That, my apology for dishonor  To her essence be granted from her mercy; That, my confession be a revolution To rescue the sapiens, and dying civility; That, man, woman are un-intrusive one, And me do i curse for my being so unholy; That, they both can exist with love and peace, By respective virtues, and reciprocity; That, i owe the Movement for the awakening It for the both has

Inside machine's pouches Level'd are both parties. The scores now fifty each Rais'd on the polling pitch. Exit poll's deft study Has held each win-ready. Full votes count one zero one, One will win if fifty one. Now comes defining hero After one zero zero, Holding a flag-less mast Very last vote to cast - A one-zero-one years chap Haggard, unkempt, deathly crap. With two five-hundred notes, Hero is now light of hopes. Come both party men rushing, Each lifts him by either wing. Him they tug manic to bag Like Kashmir by India and Pak, Each with promises for moon Even marriage and honeymoon. Much like the lord of the ring, Like all-powerful Mughal king, The last-but-not-least man Sinks to booth with elan. With one stray look smart and canny Presses button not seeing any... A gaping silence gulps the noise Under the gaze of the blinded eyes As the terminator walks out witty : Villain for fifty, victor for fifty.                        

Beauty is lost! Acid has burnt the face. But doused the fire on perpetrator's heart. The two destined mortals got what meted. Did anyone listen what the souls said? "I find in me an undying sorrow; in her A saboteur's diabolical rapture! My heart into pieces is cruelly rent, And eyes bleed tears in heavy torrent; But sadist is revelling boisterous On the carcass of my soul ceaseless mourns... My life is mine, and lorded I over, For love, though, I made her a free-holder; But off she sold my propriety to other, In my own Dom', I am an outsider...! She's turn'd a renegade, me a rebel Against hers putting on me a death knell. And with my life and rights entrench'd in here, I can't be an absconder, or pardoner-- I shall torment the ruthless tormentor, And for betray'd lovers be a crusader...", Swore wildly the unmentor'd character For whom the State is just a punisher . "I am absolute. I am free to live By my own c