My Sweetest Chai

Let me exalt loud why I like her 
Cause she is the charisma and yet so real 
I love the way that she makes me feel 
If I am a not a reflection of her then I die because 
Her smile shines so bright I wouldn't lie 


I haven`t forgotten the very first day that we talked 
I found myself completely enchanted by her 
It's almost like, I learnt this lady from another life 
It maybe then I was her, maybe she was me.
Even things I don't like about her are fine with me 
Cause it's not difficult for me to comprehend her and she's so much like me 
It's truly my pleasure to share her chants 
And I know that it's Almighty`s gift to inhale the air she breathes 

How can the a woman make me so mad? 
I was clueless on what she did? 
Turned right around and made me so real. 
If she ever left me I wouldn't even be mad, no, but it would be sad, 
Cause there's a boon in every lesson 
And I'm glad that I knew her at all 


I love the way she leaps 
I love the way she weeps 
I love the way she hates me 
I love the way she treats her mamma 
I love that elevation in between her teeth 
I love her in every way that a person can love a friend 
From personal to fundamental, but most of all, it's unconditional 

You don`t have a hint what I'm talking about coz 
That's the way I feel, And I always will, 
There ain't no replacement for the truth, Either it is or isn't. 
You see the truth and it needs no proof, Either it is or isn't 
Cause she is the reality 
Now you know the virtue of it by the way it feels 
Because she is, yes she is 
My sweetest "chai". 

Sacred Sleep

Zonked, lost into the charm of an enticing night, heard the dogs bawl, while no birds chirped. 
Repugnant with a feel of utter Nausea, I wished I had a time of 'breathing spell'. 
Sloshed, with a feel so heavy, cursed everything which made it so dreary. 
It wasn`t a good day nor a good time, nothing so exalting and sublime. 
Got off the enchanting sleep in a wink of an eye, consoled myself with a deceptive lie. 
The broth was tasteless and so was wine, awaited earnestly for a soothing "clime". 
The clandestine thoughts were fading away, and my feelings inside were at fray. 
Tried enough to pacify the convulsion within, but soon seemed like an longing whim. 

Frustrated, fantasized about the past so great, and suddenly I had nothing to hate. 
Sleeping queen and her prince together, united, deep, we stayed in the cover. 
The start of a 'new mother' as we lay, her heart exhilarated on the bounty day. 
Gothic pain she had endured, she never cringed and was best assured. 
Close to her heart I did play, rolled my tongue, kissed her cheeks, as 'they' say. 
Inside, our love hummed to each other, we rose, we paced and then fell together. 
Dreamt of love, pain and anguish as one soul, we were joyous on the paltry dole. 
Clenched to her robe, away from the wily, she clasped me hard, hugged me slyly. 

Stepping back to the reality, deciphered-decoded myself, away from cruelty. 
Sensing the cacophony of a wailing whine, was no longer a complaining swine. 
All I hail is the 'Sacred Sleep', and never complain again of the grievous heap. 
Fluttered in whirlpool while in hay, night was gone, t`was just another beautiful day!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Dawn of a New World !!!!

Away, Alone, Aloof

Got away into the distant road,

While the sun chuckled and the moon sighed.

Clouds eschewed from view,

And the stars were lost in the oblivion.

Longed for Apocalypse to woo away the breath,

And wished death awaited penultimate.

Sighed away from the tantrums of an agonizing life.

Dejected, Despondent, Depressed

Craved for the last feel of happiness,

Hated things and kept heart at bay.

Traumatized by the world around me,

Rode with reminiscence of the past so whining.

Estranged with the mundane occurrences,

I yearned for a perfect annihilation.

Slashed with a feeling of wound, cut more intense than with a knife.

Exhilarated, Exalted, Elevated

A child soaked in dust, while he played,

A vivacious life, even when the bounties were delayed.

Parched in the sun while his lips were dry

He never grumbled on the acute wry.

Coaxed and harped by the virtue of the situation,

I fancied for a ‘compos mentis’ phase again.

Shuddered, I guess I knew the meaning of ‘strife’.

Relieved, Absolved, Vindicated

Revamped by the feel of love, endurance and compassion,

I knew I had ended an abstruse feel.

Stepping into the ’Rial’, sumptuous and magnificent world,

I smiled back at the things which shone. Sensed "optimism".

The presence of things which seemed so occult,

Self-Introspection adjudged it to be the animate feel I longed for.

Smothered by past, real cognition taught me to tune a ‘fife’.