The Night of Ninety Nine

Long ago in my alley
Did sing a solitary maiden
Out amidst the long lost valley
The numbers dropped like rain
The final drops of heavenly dew
Did plummet over the waters
That formed her melancholy strain

All the trouts with bubbles afresh
Now danced over the crimson rays
Making way through the watery mesh
And leaving traces of bygone days

Yet so lonely they stretched along
For oft the life did lose its name
In their shady haunts for long
Life came with a life-like game


Seldom sets the yellow Sun
Between the mates of might
For its glow seems undone
By the furrow of a latent fright

As of now lies the drops of tears
Against the dew drops on the window
Wet it seems since a hundred years
Wet by rain or by sorrow?

I wish I could retain her tone
In the crystalline cage of mine
A few words of love alone
Made up the night of ninety nine.

I no longer write..

The water still flows
And the birds still glide
Over the massive blows
And the jumping tide
It does overwhelm
This wonderful sight
But in my empty realm
I no longer write
I no longer write

The clock ticks life away
The silence creeps
The leafy caravan's day
The eerie breath weeps
It does slowly prey
My miserable plight
But in the emotion of clay
I no longer write
I no longer write

A thousand trees wave
A million skies shelter
A few rocks pave
A few stones better
It lies beyond my place
To know what is right
But through this people's race
I no longer write
I no longer write

The stormy days last
The dark nights rest
The heaven so overcast
The hearts mighty test
It is the living story
Still a wonderful sight
But in my empty realm
I no longer write
I no longer write

THE PRESENT IS INDIFFERENT

Nursery rhymes seem obsolete
The trodden steps of  joy
Loving care is nowhere to see
The fading face of childhood
Remarked to be growing up
It's the process to realize
Challenges come your way
But the world is indifferent.

The rain when comes
Washes the wounds of the past
And the silent drops that fall
Freshens the worries of the present.
The Sun that shines
Will glorify the day
The stars that also shine
Will pacify the night.

The poems of glory 
That lie eternal for generations
The songs of  love
That make you cry.
All exist, somewhere in the vicinity
It is tangible, to the heart I believe.
They are to be won back
By you and by me.

The face of life
Is evident  to us.
The loss of love
Is reasonable.
The cries of  glee
No more do overcome.
The world shall change
And so shall you and me.

WHITEMAN APPREHENDED

Once with certain resolve Whiteman to his men

Uttered the words,”At cost of life shall they be mine

Over to you my nobles, my desire shall ensue then

With your might and wisdom, but to the world as my sign.”

The nobles had but no choice to make

On them shall rest the mighty’s decree

Had they been asked to move forward

Do it must or the face of death they shall see

Once on his bed with ease Whiteman lay

And saw outside the window left ajar

A house on fire that fed on fumes of dismay;

Curious to inspect the house not the most far

Whiteman walked with his heavy, long steps

To the fateful place that was left only with a scar

Of a mother and her dear, blemished with sorrow

All had they lost,  left only too puny to borrow.

Whiteman was addressed by the pain-stricken lady

“Your Highness we stand fore your mansion

That lies grand with embellished spangles

We also stand by the emperor of Vanderlan

Who exists  unfortunate, poorer a man!

Who knows not what riches mean

As only the corpulent treasures has he seen

Dear Majesty, a man with a broader heart

Stands richer than you, farther apart!”

Hearing this Whiteman orders right away

“All my men off  to fetch me affluence

Duly move no farther, as there you shall move astray

Wealth of true worth I have found in me

That needs no mention, profound as the sea.”

Whiteman's character is referred to the sheer lavishness enjoyed by emperors without caring for their subjects.It is set in the fictional kingdom called "Vanderlan",and goes out strongly against desire for riches

and greed for fame.After the incident, Whiteman changed into an emperor who lived the rest of his life for the countrymen, devoted to their service and his contributions remained significant in the hearts of destitute and poor men and women whose lives changed after the Organization of Goodwill and Compassion set up by Whiteman.

“Life as an art is a priceless beauty.It is the manifestation of your journey through a mixed fabric of black and white.“

I WROTE SOME DAY..

I wrote some day all that I felt

And filled the paper with my day

I wrote some day all that I saw

And filled the paper with what I couldn't say.

I wrote some day when I was sad

And wrote about the one whom I abhor

I wrote some day when I was glad

And wrote about the joy I bore

I wrote some day about what was in sight

And envisaged the scene of my story

I wrote some day about the light

That filled my life with glory.

I wrote some day when I did win

A place in the heart of a friend

I wrote some day when I effected a sin

That took ages and ages to mend

I write even today of all that I wonder

All the merry and jolly incidents

That colour my life with splendor

And leave a tinge of magnificence.


I write for a reason, mostly out of distress and annoyance.But for once, trying out something simple, describing a writing style totally opposite to mine.Enjoy reading...