Starved, He Starved

Call, I this morning my mistress,
Decorate the deliciousness as in bless,
Haste my mistress, I shall be carving
Shall I produce my fiction on starving.
Stress, I initiate my thinking tank,
Go and fetch something from lower rank,
(Forgive, my apologies to address thee
Of the lower rank; in fact is me)

Recall an incident in great sorrow
Unforgettable, impacted so deep, until any ‘morrow
Saw that brave soul, when bloodshed two was fought
Died he there, home he was never brought,
I recognized a hunger in each his thirsty eye
Starving for beloved, too poor to adieu a bye.

Comments by writer (Ashish Chauhan): On the request by a page on Facebook, I have tried to write this poem. I know this is not the theme exactly as desired by them but this is what I could utter in the answer, I hope it is liked though I know I cannot do things that nice way.
In first octave this sonnet is a keen satire on people who talk about starvation though they do not know what it is because they have never faced it. Poem starts with writer addressing to his wife to prepare his meal. Here it is very ironic that poet is going to write a poem on ‘Starvation’ and he, himself is commanding his wife to make delicious food. Then he says that he is stressing his mind (thinking tank) to write something on the very topic of starvation while he totally unaware that it is very difficult to write something starvation which is soft, serious and an issue full of feelings. The poet calls those who starve are from lower rank but later he admits that he is wrong in calling those poor people from the lower rank and considers himself as a lower rank personality for his lower thinking. Here poet is representing the society which calls them to be from higher ranks but value of their thinking is low.
Sestet in the last lines of the poem speaks story of a soldier in the World War II who has fought so bravely for his country and is dying now. According to poet he is an example of real starvation because he dies thinking of his beloved who is waiting for him at home but he is unable to even bid her a good bye before he dies.

Glory in Death

Bestow, God! difficulties, I will race
Create, Mighty! complication, I will face
Fix there a target, I will chase
You build obstacles, I will keep grace.
Ask me to die, middle of battlefield
To batter on my chest, not to put the shield
Swear take I breath last, detest I to yield
Exterminate me in glory, shalt not I bield.

Thorns are always, before you win the throne
Mourns are always, before your earn the Krone
Souls brave not born, ‘cause heroic verses
But epics sing splendor, do listen universes.

Success Versus Success

This sonnet is dedicated to one of my friend. She is going through a tough time of her life. I can understand this is so frustrating for her but I want to convey her to follow path of truth like she has always kept doing all her life. May be a little late but success is lying there in her bright future.
"Dear friend, please be patient and God will surely greet you with what you deserve. I wish you a very bright and successful tomorrow."

Two paths can lead you to one goal,
Way of truth; difficult; passes through hell,
False is glittering but destroys your soul,
Stay true life long; make your heart swell.
Flip old pages or hear ancient stories,
Conclusion is one; legitimacies endure,
Hollows vanish; true spirits write glories;
May stay hidden in fog but finally conquer.

Success and celebrations; ‘ll prove brief,
Even if permanent, cannot peace thy heart,
Stumble, fall, rise and never lose hope,
They deject but you; never give up the rope,
They make marry while you are in exile,
But they will regret and you will smile.

Confluence

The witness will be moon, let stars watch,
Tonight confluence of two souls on earth,
Let mingle two bodies, two hearts, two souls,
Like two rivers flowing into each other.

I will color my spirit in yours color,
You will wear my existence on you,
Come closest, let our breaths colloid,
Let my blood flow through your veins.

A gentle osculation, breaths flowing heavier,
Our fingers Caressing, exploring our physics,
We fly higher and higher, an odyssey together
Extreme of ecstasy, two souls melt into each-other,
In confluence of spiritual love which became eternal.

Truth Beneath My Skin

Sometimes close your eyes and try;
To peep through my chest in my heart,
A never told story, few dried tears and a buried smile,
Deep in there lies reason of my silence.

My eyes are not what you see,
My whisper is not what you listen,
My breathes are not what you feel,
My song is not what you sing,

My everything is you and;
You are my everything,
I cannot hide the truth from you,
Alas! The truth is so aching.
I try to smile, no doubt;
You make me smile with you,
But I need to smile my dear,
To smile with heart along with face.

Hope you locate, hope you trace,
Hope you find the answer a day,
In my silent words, I hope,
You recognize the truth beneath my skin.

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The Death Time : Counting Back to Eternity

Black dark, dead silence, passing seconds, tik-tok,
White walls, breaking rules one hanging clock,
Engraving peace, echoing loud, making sound,
Tik… tik… Sixty moves complete round.

How magical to see three sticks' cruel game,
Walking clock make us dance still we to blame?
Nothing real, all fake, only time is wise,
Tik-tok tik… tik… makes me realize.

Handful time, short life and a big desire,
Stoned eyes, cold lips and a heart of fire,
All life we greed, demand, want and conquer,
“End of day have to go.”, only these words pure.

Find a place, hide deep and put your all mind,
Fixed time, anywhere, certain body, death fill find,
Judgment day, crash of world, you will meet trinity,
And my soul constantly counting back to eternity.

The First Kiss

Like the first ray of dawn,
The pleasantness that wakes me up,
From beautiful dreams going in eyes,
A sensational feeling of your breaths,
My palms on your cheeks and you,
Wrap your hands around me honey
Syrup of that sweetness still;
Remaining on my lips forever.


It just happened, so unknowingly,
Passionately, lovely and heavenly,
Our closed eyes and tight clutch,
Fragrance blended and blew with wind,
Ah! Your soft, sweet and gentle touch
And paradise came down on earth.

In arms, we take each other,
And stuck our warm lips together,
Breathes become more heavier,
We are lost till forever and ever,
Feel of your rosy red lips on mine,
Nothing could be more beautiful now,
And in the evening, I get back home,
With marks on me of THE FIRST KISS.

Painful Cries

When heart gets filled completely,
Pain starts pouring out from eyes,
I try to lighten my heart’s weight,
And my room fills with painful cries.

How deeply from core of heart,
Pureness of affection flows for you,
And a flooded river of sad tears,
I know I was never ever wrong,
Still I do my baby apologize,
And my room fills with painful cries.

Like a small ferry lost in ocean,
Or a candle surviving in eastern winds,
Equal to an abandoned old building,
I am alone, counting backwards,
Loneliness was never a choice,
And my room fills with painful cries.

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Forget?

I go surrounded by memories,
And I feel you again and again,
Seems you are right here besides,
And will not leave me ever alone,
I am in love with you once more,
Whenever I decide to forget you.

You are not a cloud in the sky,
That will rain and pass by,
You are the beautiful moon face,
To spread love in my life forever,
I feel the moonlight all over me,
Whenever I decide to forget you.

I want to hold your hand tight,
To whirl and dance in the rain,
Embrace you and kiss and cry,
And rest my head in your lap,
Want you stay here forever,
Whenever I decide to forget you.

Little Lambs

 

Like every November, winds are cold,
Weather is pleasant, rays are mild,
And beautiful days take less time to fold.

Birds open their wings and love to sing
Cows walk slow and river dance with flow
Trees whirl with air, sun doesn’t now glare,
Eyes have no complaint this gorgeous season
To be unhappy there is no reason,
Sun dipping deep far behind rock,
Faraway in jungle terrible lions roar,
High clock tower announces four,
And I am worried why my sheep are not home,

I take my hat and whistle to my pets,
“O! My cute sheep. Come before sun sets?
“Little Lambs! Do you remember the way to home?
And if don’t know why do you roam?
In backyard garden or in mango trees field,
Where are you hidden, no-one is to shield,”
I pass by market streets and go by bakery shop,
Search seeps everywhere in the green crop,
In Aunt Lucy’s nursery, I know my sheep sits,
There I will find my sweetheart little lambs.

“Aunt Lucy, Aunt Lucy, did you see my sheep,
Are they eating behind old wooden boats?”
Either they are in cauliflower field or they,
Surely grazing in grass ground, surely I can say,
In entire place, I searched round and round,
Nowhere I could my little sheep found.

Now I am afraid… where lambs and sheep,
Agonized I so much, drought my throat,
Where are tiny babies, God! Just save.
There are many big creatures in dark cave,
Dark is darkening show them right way,
Soon bring my lambs back from fields of hay.

I praying, I sobbing, coming back to home
And what I see seven cute lambs
Being loved by mom.

Kinaare

Aankhein band karke nazaare dekha karta hu,
Samander ke beech se kinaare dekha karta hu,
Dil se lahoo aankhon se aansu tapakte hain,
Fir bhi khwab sirf tumhare dekha karta hu.

Hamare sawalon ka zawab tum de na sake,
Aur khokar bhi hum tumhe kho na sake,
Mehfilon me muskurana padta hai hamein,
Dil kholkar hum kabhi ro na sake,
Din me bhi aasmaan ke sitare dekha karta hu,
Samander ke beech se kinaare dekha karta hu.

Maana ki har khwahish puri nahi hoti,
Per har khwahish bhi to adhuri nahi hoti,
Agar paas aate na itne hum aur tum,
Darmiyan aaj itni doorie nahi hoti,
Apne dil me jhaank kar daraarein dekha karta hu,
Samander ke beech se kinaare dekha karta hu.