LOVER'S LAMENT

LOVER'S LAMENT

This is the Lover’s Lament,
Not any poet’s monotonous comment.
From murky depths of depression to ecstasy,
Stark realism masked by milky fantasy.

I was a happy single,
Enjoying life’s innocent giggle.
Oh! What’s with this Love?
Love! It’s the Satan’s Sin.

There she was at the matchmaker’s inn,
An amazingly gorgeous Siren,
She would be any lover’s pride,
Seeing her even the angels deserved to hide.

I was stuck by the thunderous lightening,
Even the thought of it seems so very frightening.
She stole away my heart,
My most sensuous part.

Not heeding to my friend’s objection,
Leaving behind the fear of rejection,
I went to propose,
Hoping against hope she wouldn’t oppose.

On Gia’s lap there’s a heaven,
Aptly named seventy seven.
I was on cloud number nine,
The day she said she’d be mine,
Mine forever.

Forever too has an end,
With tears I had to send,
My sweetheart;
She seems so near,
Yet she’s so very far.

A lady’s subliminal mind,
Reasoning nowhere to find,
Just her seed of dubious doubt,
Left me distraught.

My vendetta on this blunder,
In the tender heart there’s a splinter,
For having failed to agree,
On the Lover’s decree.

Demons rising from the scorching hell,
Extinguishing the bliss’ candle.
Vengeance is mine, so I begin
Unleashing the ferocious beast within.

Now I’m calm in this turbulent storm,
A child’s cute love feels so very warm.
Is this my delusion?
Or is it the life’s big illusion.

Why does this happen to me?
Is it my damn fate?
My only Love,
Will be my only Hate!

Love is but just a dream,
Never the life’s rosy cream.
Yet till the breath lasts,
Just that is enough.

Why do I even persist?
One fine day this too shall cease to exist.
An unmarked grave,
Buries away the human’s last crave.

At a grave long forgotten,
A past never even spoken,
The masses try to recap,
Seeing the tombstone’s epitaph:
"He LOVED!
Till he LIVED"

- T. S. Sudarshan. [May 2006]

MY PRECIOUS!

MY PRECIOUS!

 

My Precious!
Are you really serious?
The consequence of my innocence:
It is the life’s providence.

Oh! My sweet, beautiful Granny,
Thank you for being my nanny.
I always had my way,
To send you a happy ray.
Now that I have known,
Things previously unknown,
I, an actor in a small role,
Sends a sincere wish to your Soul.

A wish from dad,
Wouldn’t be that bad.
A blessing from mom,
Would’ve made me feel so warm.
Oh! They forgot,
Fighting their demigod.
But let me give them a kiss full of bliss,
Which they should never ever miss.

Papa dearest,
These, I say in earnest,
You are the best,
Larger than Everest.

I’m mesmerized by your charm,
An anchor in life’s brutal storm.
You are there to protect.
My life’s Architect!

Mother’s bosom of Love,
The most precious treasure trove.
Her heavenly warm lap,
Perfect for a cosy nap.

Months as long as nine,
She withstands all the pain.
Her womb as pure as lotus,
Cares for the gentle foetus.

An angel on earth,
She is mine since birth.
Not realizing her worth,
I caused a lot of hurt.

I sincerely apologize,
For, I now realize,
All her selfless sacrifice,
For the sake of my happiness.

Oh! My Precious,
I’m vivacious.
A happy visage,
In a mystic mirage,
You’re mine…
Mine forever!!!

- T. S. Sudarshan. [May 2006]

NATURE

NATURE

I wanted today to be a sunny day,
in a funny way.
But the depression of the bay
brings in clouds happy and gay.
Look dear! The beautiful rain,
why should I even complain?

Listen to the cloud’s clasp of thunder.
Wow! What a wonder.
This is in no way a blunder.
It is just the nature, in all its splendour.

The sultry summer,
It causes all to simmer.
The shooting temperature,
Sucks away all the moisture,
At the cost of one’s composure.

The chilly winter;
Freezes away all the water,
And it makes the world an icy platter.
It also gives me the shiver,
And racks the bones off center.

The times of autumn,
Makes trees look like phantom.
Look at the fallen dead leaf.
There is no room for any mischief.
For, the nature never forgives.

The season of spring,
Gives reason for birds to sing.
The nature, all in green,
Everything looks so very clean.

There is such humility,
In nature’s flawless quality.
Without any hint of vanity,
In her amazing beauty.

Her Majesty!
She looks very pretty,
With impeccable clarity.
It is a real mystery,
To look at the magnanimity,
Of the eternal Almighty
And his awesome creativity.

-T. S. Sudarshan. [May 2006]

Chaos Theory!

Chaos Theory!

I’m no big a poet,
These are things I just create,
So that it can generate,
A mind’s portrait!

There is total confusion,
Without any conclusion,
Coz, I didn’t heed to my intuition.
But don’t know for what reason,
I worry about the repercussion.

Life is in utter mess,
Everything coming in excess,
Weary of all the fuss,
Boss! I’m at a big loss.

This isn’t the first,
That I’m all lost.
Not knowing the cost,
I need to pay at the most,
So that when all this is past,
I don’t end up being the last.

In this quest,
For the treasure’s chest,
The life’s real big test,
I have no rest.

There is no sleep,
Listening to my heart weep,
Some things are mine to keep,
For, what I sow is what I reap.

I went driving in the rain,
dissolving away all the pain,
it was not in vain,
because the gain,
Is that I’m still sane.

There are loads to do,
Things coming out of the blue,
But I’ve no clue,
Stuck like a glue,
No where to move.

I’m stuck.
Things just suck.
Where’s the lady Luck?
She just doesn’t pass me the buck.

I should’ve used my common sense,
To realise the existence,
Of this present tense.
But, now it makes absolutely no sense,
For life is just nonsense.

I set sail in the breezy wind,
Pushing myself through the daily grind,
Damn! This fickle mind,
It just got stuck in another quicksand,
Someone pass me a magic wand,
So that I can withstand,
This life which has no END!

- T. S. Sudarshan [May 2006]

An Innocent Dream



An Innocent Dream

You are afraid,
afraid to get hurt.
No trust in Love,
The Love in thee.

Let bygones be bygones.
Such things shouldn't beset you ever.
Strange are the ways of heart yonder,
Breakth to yoke, a real wonder.

I believed not in Love,
Love? Hah! Just some nonsense.
Funny a thing like this should happen to me,
a Cupid's arrow to hit me, to hit me hard and glee.

Oh, My God!

The more I tried to forget,
the more strength it gained.
Not knowing what to do to not regret,
that weakness, it greatly pained.

You are fine the way you are,
and I'll Love you just the way you are.
You don't have to change a thing,
for I ask nothing more than your Love & glee.
Oh! The irony, this better not hurt thee.

I don't promise a thing.
A thing as eternal glee exists not.
At times there shall be sadness, ups & downs to accept.
And there shall be no madness, when I say:
" Joy and sorrow go hand in hand,
And United we shall stand."

Guided by the lonely voice within,
A wanderer's soft voice speakth out loud,
"If I don't ask you now, when it is young,
I shall regret, life long."

Just close your Beautiful eyes.
Away from the world as cold as Ice,
and ask within:
"A Lover or a Friend?"

A choice, yours to make...
A voice; let it not break.
You deserve only the best
And I' am better best than the rest.

You need time?
The time shall wait...
Just a few days of meaningful life is worth more thence,
than decades of meaningless existence.

I know it takes more than just being nice.
But I' am left with no other choice,
except to ask you one last time:
"Will you be mine?"
Mine Forever!

- T. S. Sudarshan [May 2006]