The Devil

Tic, tic, tic.
I wake suddenly up.
Is it just the clock?
I don't think. Let me look around.
Something's uncommon.
The door is open and window broken.
Something must be stolen.
Wait. This isn't my room. Not my house.
But last I remember I was falling free.
Why could I hear sounds so clearly?
I'm panting, crying, shouting.
Yet no one discovers me.
The one there, it's me younger.
Why could I see my own self?
Tic, tic, tic.
I wake suddenly up.
Is it just the clock?
I don't think. Let me look around.
Something's uncommon.
The door is open and window broken.
Something must be stolen.
Wait. This isn't my room. Not my house.
But last I remember I was walking free.
I'm all tied up now.
Why is there a deafening silence?
I'm panting, crying, shouting.
Yet no one hears me.
The one walking, that's me there.
I've grown older.
Why could I see my own self?

Pearls

May yesterday run past you
While you smile seeing those moments
That whatever was lost, was for good
For today you have so much more!
The pains, tears vented out- are now crystallized
Into those pearls you wear around you
And beautify the ever alluring features of yours.
I'm not invisible but exist in every scent you perceive,
In each earthly and non earthly thing that you feel,
Around yourself - and everywhere you walk.
I've crafted those pearls and painted us over them.
You are at the helm to let them stay, Or break them apart!
In each case I'm with you, invisibly though, forever.

Frisking through the pavilion, I walk with her

Talking, singing  and blinding the hope of our union,

For long. She seems to quite revel at those moments

That she'll be in a truly better world than this one,

With days brighter and nights warmer and colored well.

She speaks of her dreams that'd be true and near.

Happy for her I'm - For all of those smiles she'd bear.

And behind that veil of mine is a sense of pain,

Much as bright red blood oozing from my heart.

My smiles never seem to bespeak of the cold abyss

I'd descend to, never pour out the tremors I foresee.

Ah! There but she'd be with thoughts none,

Nor a reminiscence of us together- like now, and never.

There is none to whine this to- never did I know some!

In my depths, magnificent worlds end into her.

Ah again! I'd be bereft of my breath and life.

But I shant be selfish- for never was she meant to be mine.

Beseech I, the almightly, that she be blessed with love.

Love- much as I could pour over now but restrain for psalms.

Bid I, with no tryst again, farewell, for ever.