for all man out there!

woman thou name death
echo in yore
sumptuous galore
eyes allure greens of Nile
your smile can shy
pearls from ocean bottom
your tread challenge
lavish trails in wild safari
words not your captive
language is a lost companion
beauty speaks volume
Adam would have been lost
if eve would not have graced
ordeals of history
you fool yourself
claiming you can know
a woman completely
ever shrouded in mystery
persona not bound by definitions
she breaks all conventions
like a phoenix
rising from her ashes
a meaning in voids of creation
woman thou name sacrifice
your tears champion
extents of endurance
your love none can know
poets, seers and generations
your pain none has understood
woman thou name secret
you can not be revealed...

so keep guessing!!!!!

red rose petals

stretched long swirls of twisted road

lies barren in front

should I walk or should I wait

a bit longer

hiding in my pocket

petals of a red rose

dry and dead

yet with memories alive

an evening like paradise

the city abuzz with laughter

dusk draped reflections

looking through the river beneath

the bridge and gala street light

there were voices within

more vivid yet subtle

where am I going ?

where have I reached?

staring those petals in my fist

I laughed yet again

merging with the city laughter

street lights , wild rush, loud music

but i was silent inside

i may not be able to tell

where i went with that night.....

turn back once more

she kept walking not knowing

she was chased all along

a lonesome tread

screams in her head

she heard none other voice

as if a sweeping slumber

gripped her senses

night put on her robe of youth

gradually getting darker

the maddening winds had premonition

she as usual ignored

but why she suddenly stopped

and wanted to turn back

some whisper or her illusion

what was it that let her stop

and look back

nothing.....

no voice ,no sight just a void

a void like her life

she resumed her ordeal

her life running like a flashback

in front of her eyes

and now she screams

shivering the silence of the woods

she screams at her life

at her love at her dreams

at her dilemmas and struggles

shredding through the dying crescent

across the sky

she takes out a knife

and rip her veins open

and waited for her death

she turned back again

never knowing why

a loud laughter in the air

laughing at her for she did

what she was made to do

and she wakes from her intoxication

knowing the bleeding hand was no dream

she died with every tick of that bloody night

and this time she could never turn back

never knowing that laughter

and the intoxication

never knowing she was loved and wanted

for there were eyes waiting for her return

in her home all so alone

and wished she would turn back

for once to come back home....