TEMPTATIOUS SHADES

Temptations of my soul are soulful

Though, I defy the youthful demons,

Searching my beacons in muddy dark caves

I Struggle off the reigns and chains

Of alluring soulful temptations

I fall again into the insane world

Bedecked with bright and shady colours

Within my moonlit cast shadows

Dragging me back to the endless darkness

Deep into the muddy dark caves

Where my nursed snakes wish me luck

With there venomous forked tongues

To snatch even the last puff left of me

And I sit silently searching for myself

Lost in the temptations of my soulful soul...

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Deadly water

DEADLY WATER Water was very cold, mother! When we fell into the river. You know how bad do I feel when you take me for a bath; I shivered for a while and then I felt numb, I froze to my last breath in the freezing water; I tried to hold my breath Like I do when you pour water on me, But it didn’t work this time! I tried to save my books, mother! Expensive books and my school bag, dad bought yesterday for me with small savings he had made; But it was too heavy, it pulled me down along Till I sank with the soaked pages I would read in the school to become an engineer, And make a bridge For my school across the river! It was morning prayer time, mother! You prayed for my long life and cooked food for me; You kissed my forehead and pulled me from the bed; Fed me with your sweet hands and dressed me up, a last time, for the school or angel of death; You combed my hair, kissed my cheeks and looked into my eyes, a la...

A MOAN

You remain the last remnant of my forsaken dreams I see them strangled within the echo of my screams Your thoughts left in the pot of my parched hopes, Gropes in dark for the arrows lost in arched strings Colours that sparked a spark to lit my flaring flame Blame and shame you with a shade of dark and grey You say you remain my straw in the stormy waters But the whorl offers sucking swirl to drown me down The random drops of blood like pearl on the sand Dry up like my enduring tears on stony stoic face I leave you were you left me in the stormy desert Where I revert to specks of dust under the sand dunes Lying buried to watch you beating your chest alone For what you have sown to what you moan!

FROM CHILDHOOD HOUR

DANISH BHAT From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

DANISH BHAT

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