Poems

Poetry that I scribbled on napkins sitting in a restaurant waiting for no one, typed on my laptop on a lonely Sunday afternoon when memories flood the tired mind of a solitary traveler.

Nature

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The perky night of December,
Drank the wine of golden youth.
The stars that shone behind her,
Silhouetted her in my sight smooth.

The winds that shrieked the agony of the year,
But murmured her name in my ear.
For the wind saw the breeze so clear,
That blew about in my sphere.

Beneath the moonlit sky I stand,
When Nature beckons to take her hand,
Hearing  her enigmatic song profuse,
How can I be a recluse?

I am in love with you – Nature,
For the values you nurture.
As in you I see my life clearer,
Reflected on your veiled mirror !

~Trilok~

Pirates of the Night

~ Trilok Rangan ~ 2 Comments

Night pauses before it wakes,
Winds wait timid to shake,
Stars hide the portrait it makes,
When Pirates of the Night knock at my door by mistake.

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Mermaids recede in the darkness unseen,
Sirens seduce the mind unclean,
Howling dogs echo the chorus keen,
When Pirates of the Night steals my soul from the scene.

Winds whistle the clouds away,
As the black flags obey,
Trapped in a chest my clasped hands pray,
When the Pirates of the Night set the sail away.

Dawn I shall see of never,
As they sail by the nights’ hour,
Fortunate, if I am to return ever,
For light  – I may fear forever.

~Trilok~

Of Unpleasant Past and Uncertain Future

~ Trilok Rangan ~ 7 Comments

Tonight, I bury myself in the ashes of my past,
As I fear the spells (on my dreams) they cast,
Of agony and misery they speak vast,
And I hate to wake up as an outcast.

My Old self is dead and gone,
As I seek a new world yet meek to be born,
The Pheonix waits to rise from the ashes at dawn,
When my life moves at the pace of a pawn.

What’s life when my dreams have drained,
When burning drops it rained,
Chains bound on my legs remained,
And what I yearned never I gained.

If tomorrow comes dark and dusty,
And the paths remain twisty,
Will my eyes wake up misty ?
Will my soul embrace the future so gusty ?
And will my vile heart beat anymore, rusty ?

~Trilok~

My Dazzling Maiden

~ Trilok Rangan ~ 7 Comments
The arrows of love rain down my heart,
When before my eyes you stand,
Mesmerizing me with your (eyes) look,
O! My love! My sweetheart!
What wonder you are!
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Like the dawn is your face, sweet and pleasant,
Like the night is your hair, black and beautiful,
Like the placid moon are your eyes, calm and cool,
Like the first rays of spring is your smile, relieving and reviving,
Like a fairy you are, showering me love’s blossoms.
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Your glance thrills me so clear,
Your smile makes me so near,
Your words so nice, I crave to hear,
For once, you say, what I want to hear,
O! My love, you are my dear.
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Your smile never fades from my heart,
Your words never die from my ears,
Your sight never leaves my eyes,
And your feeling,
Gives me a new life.
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Like the night in her high,
Like the birds in their songs,
Like the murmuring streams,
Like the blossoms in spring-time,
You beckon me closer.
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Birds are beautiful,
Flowers are wonderful,
But you are an ecstasy,
That puts me in fantasy,
And drives me crazy.
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The moments I spent waiting for you,
Seems hours and hours to me,
And without you,
I feel hell here, so hard to bear,
Come fill me with heaven.
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O! My soul mate, where are you ?
Don’t break my heart,
Parting you i can think of never,
Come fill my life with love,
And be mine forever and ever.
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~Trilok~

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Since Valentine’s day is close I thought of posting an old one of mine. This one in particular was written for Poetry Club in B.I.T.S. for the V-Day wall poster. Ultimately, it got rejected with zero admirers and managed to find the last possible page on the annual magazine published later in the year obviously because there were far better ones !

To clear the air this poem is not about a real person. I was thinking about the perfect someone made just for me. Though kiddish and immature, I still hold this one pretty close to my heart !!!

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Ashes

~ Trilok Rangan ~ 2 Comments
White rings from my lips,
Diaphram struggling behind the ribs,
Behind the veil thinking I stand,
With six (fingers) in my hand.
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Misty mornings, dusty dusks, spooky nights,
Passed before my dizzy eyes,
When sailed I in the wind so mesmerising,
To know the wrongs and not the reasons.
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Crazy I felt within my head,
Forgot those promises,
Vanished those dreams,
Banishing me from my world.
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Those wuthering heights beckoned me,
When illusions guided my ignorance,
Ashes fell behind, burning my five,
Reminding me the remains : Remains of a lost glory.
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The smoke that filled my room,
Made me so rude,
When I felt the past so clear, the present so near,
But the future I fear, when I hold it near.
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The deceiving words, the dejecting looks,
Flashed the lost glory,
Lost was the lustre,
When the loser awaited his last win (Death).
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No more fumes in air,
When the broken bonds try to fall back in vain
I am late,
The Grey & White ashes kiss my forehead.
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~Trilok~

On the Death Bed

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The passing clouds showered my mane,
The evening sun colored my mane,
Moments froze as I wait,
For the one blessed by fate.
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Twilight haunted the day its pride
Murmuring the requiem it rides,
Blackness clouded my eyes open so wide
Struggling to find the image it hides.
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Dreams surfaced my mind galloping
White horse with wings wavering,
Cold winds bore the wild scent lingering
A soft hand with palms shivering.
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Sinister eyes waited to pounce
As wailing triumph denounce,
Retreating beats echoed in my ears
As I lay with an arrow on my rear.
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Fading glory failed to stop
As around my death bed shadows hop,
Blinding lights approached my pyre
As Gates of Heaven open for me, virile.
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~Trilok~