O Death! Come and embrace me

O Death! Come and embrace me,
These breaths bite my heart like stings of a bee.
This lump on my throat has become gargantuan,
I can’t swallow the misery, my limit has broken.

Inside my brain I have created my own hell,
In which the excruciating memories of past dwells.
They strip my consciousness of every bit if solace,
With fiery tail they whip my heart every moment.

The candle of hope has been replaced by venom of despair,
Where will I run? Everywhere’s the venom spread.
Pain is the child of love, I had known,
But infidelity can be its offspring, I had never known.

Like a loyal fool I submitted the whole of me to She,
But she preferred sharing herself to another He!
She stabbed a rusted knife of betrayal on my trust,
Why did she chose to quench the thirst of her lust?

Like hungry flares the thoughts incinirates my soul,
There’s no end to this suffering, Grim Reaper is the only hope.
O Death! Come and embrace me,
These breaths bite me like stings of a bee.

-Shekhar

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Divine She <3

And again you conjured in my fantasy,

Bequeathing me the ecstasy that will last till eternity.

Having eyes like gleaming dewdrops,

Peels my heart and makes my heartbeat pause.

 

You were born human, having features mortal,

Apotheosis in you made you eternal.

Aphrodite blessed you with beauty profuse,

Now Diosa you are which no sane eyes can refuse.

 

Age has gifted you exquisiteness,

Which is visible in your flawless face.

Like a panoramic sunrise at the horizon,

You emanate thy aura to the surroundings.

 

In the shroud of your warm breath,

Solace is the only feeling which can be felt.

It makes my soul melt into a chalice of content,

Guess nothing else I desire from my fate.

 

Thy magical voice sweet like canary,

Fills my heart with profound ecstasy.

The love bird which was dormant in my heart,

Starts chirping the symphony of that Venus’s brat.

 

The touch of your lips on my skin,

Has the power to pull me out of Hades.

It can sprout the saplings of life on the desert of death,

Resuscitate me to life when I will lie dead on my bed.

 

My love to you is chaste like Artemis,

A life with you would be overwhelmed with bliss.

So hold my hand and let my soul sublime,

To the realms superior in the abode of divine.

– Shekhar

The birth of Paradise

When winds come alive and sing in your ears,

The good news of coming of heaven.

When dullness ceases and vibrancy commences,

The leaves flutter and bellow the heavenly news.

When God commands the clouds to cloak the sun,

And give us respite from its scorching hassle.

A divine coolness hangs in air,

And let us breathe in the pristine nectar.

When clouds wrestle among each other,

Roar like lions in aggression.

Those thunder and lightning may scare kids,

But to wise they are like enchanting music.

Then finally drops of gem fall from heaven,

Giving birth to paradise on this Earth.

No need to die to live in the Divine Abode,

Drink the falling nectar, become immortal and experience the Zeus’s kingdom.

A symphony is played by pelting raindrops,

And swaying trees augment to this ethereal song.

Such a flawless music won’t ever be played in any opera,

As the copyright is owned only by Nature’s Orchestra.

Come out you mortals, soak your skin,

Don’t deprive yourself from this absolute bliss.

Dance with mirth and sing with joy,

And celebrate the birth of Paradise. 

~Shekhar