bleeding angel

You found it nobler, in the minds, to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous love,
Oh my dearest,
Oh! My poor angel.

Your heart is pierced with the spear,
And pangs of pain, I know, shock you.
But, you bear it with a smile,
A smile,
As sweet as nothing comparable for them,
A smile,
As bitter as nothing comparable for you,
A smile that veils your bleeding heart.

They see the bright smile,
The brightness,
The halo around you,
But I see you and your bleeding heart.

Once I gave you my heart,
And made myself what they call- heartless,
They call me a heartless demon,
So I am.
But, by my virtue or vice,
I know not what my love for you that is,
I am condemned to weep,
To cry for your sake.
But only cry! Shall it help?

I want
To see you winged again,
With feathers as bright as a thousand suns,
To hear you sparkle again,
With a laughter as soothing as the first rains,

This desire of mine,
To see you,
To listen to that laughter,
That only echoes in my thoughts now,
Tantalises me to live, but lets you die,
For I am a heartless demon,
And it is a demon that desires,
And by this,
I have no right on the angel from my lost paradise,
On someone as beautiful and as noble as you.

unanswered calls

This is why I've become that,
Which I hated in my childhood.
But, I'm happy to be it,
For it is for you-love.

In this hour,
When my side of the world is bright,
With flares of sparkles,
My heart beats only in moments of darkness,
For you are captive, in darkness,
In some selfish heart.

I hold the dagger,
To tear the breasts that behold,
Such shameless selfish hearts,
Those that have imprisoned you.

But you, love, think otherwise,
See in me a rober or dacoit.
This is not what troubles me though,
Its the unanswered calls that force,
The dagger into this heart.

on your mark

One gunshot into the air, and..
I was running,
With my brothers and friends and love.
Took a deep breath,
Shut my eyes hard,
Ran as fast as I could,
For the golden cup.
I felt raised above the ground,
Only my toes coming in contact now and then.
Air hissed loudly in my ears.
I felt super-human.
I ran, I ran as fast as possible,
Leaving all behind,
My brothers, friends, love.
How much more,
When shall it be?
I opened my eyes..

The golden cup was there,
Far away,
But O!
My aged father, exhausted, defeated,
Whose footsteps I could see on the tracks,
Was sitting, in despair, deserted,beyond the cup.
He, had left his loved ones behind.
I tried to stop,
But my speed's inertia didn't allow me.
I turned back, still moving forward, skidding
To stop my brothers, friends and love,
Not to run after the golden illusion.
But they overtook me one after another,
Eyes shut furiously.
I shouted, but-
My words were lost ,
In the hissing of the air, near their ears.