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The candle of hope has been replaced by venom of despair,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.



Contrasting beginning and ending of your story

The story commences with your birth,

That first cry of yours spreads mirth.

You sobbed and bawled,

And the world around you laughed.


The story will end when you would be sleeping in peace,

There won’t be mundane tensions, only solace.

But the world around you shrouded by illusion,

Would be weeping bitterly on your liberation.

– Shekhar

Preciousness of each single breath

“One more breath, one more breath,”

He kept on imploring the Yam.

The Yam twirled his bushy moustache and guffawed,

“Your days are over, you’ve to come with me now. ”

The man struggled on the hospital bed,

Trying to use efficiently his final breaths.

The preciousness of each single breath dawned upon him,

Only when the bulb of his life became dim.

His final days taught him a valuable lesson,

That breaths are costlier than all the riches.

It comes from nowhere and gifts you the magic of life,

They are the pillars which sustain the marvellous palace of life inside.

We ignore the favour of breaths for mundane things,

Funny how we ignore life to live.

Wake up folks, before it’s too late,

Appreciate the favour which you get from your breaths.

Close your eyes and listen to the symphony played,

By doing so you can feel paradise every moment.

– Shekhar

Knock the door of that inner paradise

They went to temples, they went to mosques. 

They did Hawans, they read Namaaz. 

They searched for the Holy Grail,

They performed myriad sacrifice. 

They chanted the Mantras, they bellowed the Azaan. 

They did every possible act to enthral that ‘man made God’. 

But they never knocked the door of that inner paradise, 

Where the real, pristine and primordial divine resides. 

                                            – Shekhar