ET TU, BRUTE?

broken-heart

You locked my soul in your cardiac chambers
It ripens gradually to juvenile bereavement
The carcasses of your sophisticated revenge
Linger for legendary reunion of lethal spirits
Poignant desolation of your famished fable
Explores  the evasive verdict of emotions
All the doors locked, you bestowed me the asylum
But the key of smile befalls stiletto of my life!
– VIGIL KUMAR

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FORTY WINKS

dream-girl

O my Moon, gorgeous globe of the Heavens!
Swell up from the profundity of the dark sky
Stand still; wait to set, my anxious appeal,
Anguished soul of mine wants to sleep a lot
The clock strikes eleven; ultimate hour approaches,
Slumber, Slumber!  Come fast, come fast,
I crave to dream a lot, throughout the night,
And fill my mind with sacred thoughts
But the forty winks could not surmount me
Splendid beauty of the moon surpasses me
By watching your amiable visage, I dreamt a lot!
– VIGIL KUMAR

TSUNAMIC SOUL

Wave
You are the re-embodiment of my adored soul,
Facsimile of the essence of love and hatred
You foster fascinating food to fertile emotions                                                            
You surpass all nuptial mirth of livelihood
You throw my wits across the yawning chasm  
Grief and glee amasses the music of compassion
Sore thinking and subtle bigotry makes me blind                                                          
Heaping over Himalayan howler, meager regrets make me
The lumbering voice of distrust and mistrust
Why don’t you absorb and grasp the embryonic thoughts
hatched by the barren minds of hypocrisy?
Kissing the knife, you impair your facade
The blood will not pacify the Tsunamic soul!
– VIGIL KUMAR

DEHYDRATION

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You’re no one, nobody and nothing to me
But, my soul searches for you, time and again
Your smile is a boon to my age-old sacrament
Eyeballs are yearning for your tête-à-tête
Passions instigate from the profundity of my heart
But all my talents peter out in your absence
Manna dew of seventh heaven reflects your visage
You’re winter’s first shower, this thirsty earth craves to sip
– VIGIL KUMAR