A Little Sin!

How I fancy being Satan’s chick!

I am dead certain we will click

I’ll be a beat in his hollow heart

And the muse of his demonic art 

Lucifer, my darling, count me in!

For what’s life minus a little sin?

An old one, penned a few years back 

Home Is Where The Heart Is

In this big bad world, home is the only beautiful place!

Medium- Pitt pens and sketch pens

I wish I were...

Quote

The blurred line...

Love, poems lie curled up

Within my heart, reluctant

They don’t claw to come out

And, the words breathe curses

Before fading away as echoes

Coming from a far away past

That lies on the other side of

The blurred line that splits

 Dreams and reality...

Release

Be More

I say, it is a high time to look ahead

For time slips faster than one can grasp

See through mists of hurt, open your eyes

It’s time to discover treasure that within lies

You are not just a lonely soul, a broken heart

Be much more; go ahead and make a new start

 

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ज़ख्म

क्यों छुपाएं हम कुछ रिस्ते ज़ख्म
क्या महताब का एक रुख स्याह नहीं होता

Why should I be ashamed of my pain?

Even the moon has a dark side

क्यों न मानें के वो भी मुन्तज़र हैं हमारे
दिल बहलाने पे कोई इलज़ाम नहीं होता

Why shouldn’t I make myself believe that he too longs for me

For one can’t be blamed for beguiling one’s heart

जब चाहा छूना आस्मां का दामन,
जाना हर परवाज़ शानदार नहीं होता

When I tried to soar and touch the skies

I learnt not every flight is destined to be grand

किस चाह मेँ कटती ज़िन्दगी हमारी
अगर सितारों के परे कोई जहाँ नहीं होता

I would have spent my life in vain

Had I not known there is an afterlife

(Because of pain, she is looking forward to afterlife)

Source: hdwallpapers

Little Miss Lucy

To little Miss Lucy’s tired heart and mind

The moon was a bubbling mass of foam

That glittered on a corner of her room

And winter trees were lush once again

In her dreams that were quite strange

Her dog would even talk in her tongue

Lying on bed, weary and half awake

Little Lucy felt strokes of gentle lake

Hers were dreams, surreal and crazy

Where life was too magical, too hazy

Every night she unlatched her mind

And entered so solace she could find

Alas! The mellow rustling of leaves

That was her clock’s tick tock tick,

Pulled her and that’s what it did say-

‘It’s morn Lucy, be up for another school day’!

For Image prompt @ Mag 288 

Beguile

Fluttering in the wind, I see

Letters of love meant for me

In the cursed silence of the dark

I hear your call coming from far

I weave dreams in pearly moonlight

Till dew disrupts my fantasy’s flight

Lonesome nights seethe me no end

Succumb I and can no more pretend

I close my eyes and make you come alive

Whispering dreams to beguile heart naive

Image from: pinterest.com/lostnlyrics/lonely-girl

Haiku Horizons- Train

This is for Haiku Horizons and this week's prompt is 'Train'

Train’s parting whistle

Oh! Turn at least once, pleads my heart

No! Can't be our last goodbye

 No joys and no cries

A stoned heart does not feel

Trains of past pass quietly

• Image from shardsofsilence.wordpress.com
• Haiku based on 5-7-5 syllable pattern