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The candle of hope has been replaced by venom of despair,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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Let me make her Immortal 

​Here I string my words together, 

To fabricate an exquisite garland for her. 

Let it glorify my beautiful maiden, 

Her saga be sung by men for ages. 

For I am a poet, I have no jewels, 

Within my words, my pristine feelings dwell. 

Let it emblazon her divine soul, 

And make it the most beautiful one known. 

The mortals here will sing and wonder, 

The grandeur legacy of she, the Immortal. 

                                   – Shekhar