|
All things in this world Be it small Or large, furry or fussy Were loved deeply by GOD He them loved from birth Through happiness and sorrow and he grieved when their life came to an end
But once god fell in love He fell in love with a young girl But the girl was soon to die This was her fate And fate were not to be broken Yet god who was madly in love poisoned the girl’s hairpin so that she would go to sleep When death then came He thought Busy as he was That he had already done his job
Later When the hairpin was removed The girl woke up from her deadly slumber god had saved her from death But death who now realized That he had been tricked and fooled by god Became furious He decided to get revenge He would make the girl fall in love with him Stealing what god hold most precious
Death then took shape as human And went to girl They met every day for thirty days And god could do nothing He watched as the girl slowly came to love death and it pained him deeply Even though the girl could never be his When the thirty-fifth day came Death revealed himself before the girl The girl who had known That death had been by her side all along Were not startled or scared She asked death who she had come to love so deeply If he would take her life Death refused He had also come to love the girl When he turned to leave The girl grabbed death And embraced him She and death were now one
GOD who had watched everything Kept loving each human equally And he never had to trick death again     
To heap bliss, sleep is very kind
If sleep can be had with real ease
All our troubles will surely vanish
Sleep will surely give us all peace
Sound sleep is everyone's wish
Touch of sleep is soft like breeze
All setbacks, sleep will just finish.
mvvenkataraman
My Dear Friend...
Why will life not let me be...
What is life if not a gateway to death? The worst of times or the best of times some say And living life lost with every breath Perpetual pain 'till the end of days Wanting to go, with no courage to end Dying to live, only living to die Reincarnation the soul to be sent Pushing through life 'till you sigh life's last sigh Yet the end of Life's load can bring relief No longer a slave to the whims of fate An end to Life's tragic and constant grief Free the bonds of what destiny would say Do not mourn the lost, be sad, or have strife For what is death but a path to new life?
A queer thing indeed Seems so insignificant Yet it has wrought many wonders Underestimated but lurking In the shadows, under many Covers and gaurded walls. The insecure wants it. The arrogant discards this. But this four-lettered word Is what keeps many going in The worst of times, against impossible odds When despair threatens Many turn towards it, Grasp and beg. Oftentimes hope is there when unneeded And sometimes when it is. Without this warmth, just a flicker Mankind would've gotten lost a long time ago, Wandered in thier own misery. But hope guided, kindled, And Led them through and out Of the darkness
One of those things That seems to escape my grasp. A flicker of warmth During dark times. A thing that seems to make the diference Between coward and martyr. The trick is to span that fine line. Something that makes people realize, Understand that it isn't, Isn't all about bravery and swords or battles. Makes you confront your mistakes, Good or bad that may be. Look again, it might be there Right now
Friends and foes of flesh and bone from me they have flown A different company I keep in reveries of twilight sleep When night’s dark blanket does fall, I begin to hear their call Carriage wheels creak, horses shriek, I look, but dare not speak
Some appear restrained; others seem in good manners untrained Pale complexions, faces unshaven, countenances dark and graven Friendly words are not uttered, heavy hearts remain un-fluttered After a brief admiration I join this motley delegation sans hesitation
Through sleepy streets we ride, through dark alleys we arrive To our place of gathering - in silence, without any chattering Far from city lights, under a moonlit sky an owl hoots thrice As if to wonder, “Are these nocturnal creatures of virtue or vice?”
These ghastly preachers with ominous features invade his lightless Kingdom with a mysterious mission - in search of freedom, Perhaps driven by some demon, or for some other unknown reason The owl has seen enough, so it swiftly flies away with a huff
In a ruinous castle by moonlight lit, at a round table we quietly sit The ghostly figures each reveal packets from under dusty jackets On the table they are placed, then with their burning eyes I am faced This is to be a feast, my hosts are many, but guests there aren`t any
The packets are unwrapped, their curious contents are unmatched: Flavors of love and hate, horror, and beauty, to devour all is my duty Some taste sweet, fruits of exotic flavor, I eat; everything I savor Others brought blood to the table; to swallow this too I must be able
I eat, swallow, devour, my hosts are pleased; suddenly I am seized By a feeling of heavy heart and head, I enter a dark sleep of the dead When I wake, in my mouth there’s a strange taste, in my body I ache But the ghosts` sustenance must be treasured, their feast remembered
Or else I`ll be dismembered, the dark treasures in the woods gathered Will be retrieved and given to a more worthy soul, for their goal Is to bring their bitter, bloody honey to feed the mind not the body - The essence of life distilled by the dead in images and words I was fed
A pilgrim stood at an intersection of time and space Waiting for a sign, a revelation, some kind of saving grace Questions heavy as a millstone made him hang his head low Wondering why the heavens are silent; why it is sadly so
The melody of a song suddenly reached his ear It was soothing, dissipating dark clouds of fear He forgot about his questions and worries for an instant In that moment joy and happiness from him were not so distant
The music filled him, vibrating, shaking his every cell This ecstasy lasted till the sudden tolling of a funeral bell To make it stop he ran to the temple and pushed open the door But by then the melody was gone, and he could hear it no more
“No, no! It couldn’t have gone, it couldn’t have died!” “Give me back my hope, my faith!” desperately he cried The sound of death was too loud, harsh and strong But to listen with the heart one can never go wrong
The joyous melody was always there – now he knew It never left him, away from him It never flew It was the symphony of death with its barbarous beat Trying to hide It - hoping that they two would never meet
|
Site Search
Google+ users join the Poem Online Google+ page. 
