Bye Forever !

Story that is still unveiled a'far
a story ends with no eternal satisfaction
no page ever turned so far.


a little Machiavelli for-playing with his fingers
on each of these words , as if they resemble to
life's gratitude and emotions...!

he tosses out remembrance of flemish relish
into the forbidden lake of the unpleasant memories
some where, dying off into disrupt arrogance!

still on his toes, his hands are
pleading and giving pleasant push
to the caring water,

to gulp off these honest alphabets.
as his grave eyes would ever wish to watch
hardened recreation of dejected thoughts.

hold back the wind
which was died long ago and down,
he cried and diced a playful smile
the Machiavelli never wanted to say her
find you by, but so certain it was ,
and she was supposed to die.

swapping alone his destiny to others
no matter how far he might run away.

will he be able to restrain...
from committed balant(?) guilt ?
to accept the drawn pieces of motivation?
traited bits of trust he broke,
Worthy faces of contiguous whim he block'd ?
or the subsequent kisses of the vibrant earthly water
whenever he will stop to catch his breath ?



words on those unturned pages

were so pleasant...
they wanted to be loved. they always carried out alone
to the faithless, nothing !
to the flowing frames of contemplated love,
to the Machiavelli, who kept his motives concealed !

Krishna rai

*

we feel proud of the moment, we make !

do we feel proud of our own life, we choose ?

*

3:05 PM 12/31/2008

Love to the Rain

love to the rain
stimulates within, when poetry.

(when it rose for a glorious tone)

love to the rain,
when it comes and goes
put my girl delighted,
into shallow wet clothes.

love to the rain revs up diplomacy
when children play, afar
to the natural games...
not when I see the play, the sojourn laughter
and cheering smile evaporates.


love to the rain when it showers
with the droplets carrying new certain lives.
a thousand years of awaited thirst, ends
when every soul swallows the essence of heaven, and
a mother strives to sustain, a joyful cry!


Krishna Rai

11:26 PM 12/27/2008

Poetry: An Endless Story

In my late night's
deepest dream

I see, how I save poetry
not to let it be remain
a tiny drop of thirst and ambiguity.

streams of chaotic thoughts
where passing by life feels...
so lonesome.
find its way to blossom
on tip of the grass;
grown on broken stone with philosophy
but still lonesome.


poetry never wants to return
in dark old thoughts of slavery
with no certain and hopeless life
but still life.

Poetry is at war with wisdom
but searches wisdom.
Words where don't play but;
a mere illusion.

This is the moment
when my senses warn me
to stop writing poetry, to save it.
with the sun of midnight
dreams of nocturnal empathy
and with hopeless philosophy

Not to let it be, but poetry!


Krishna Rai
03:51 AM 5/12/2006

Seashore and You !

The shore I walked for hours
was untold.
the rolling water of the sea
where my heart was
eternally hold.
The story of mine and yours
and this seashore.

Oh' god! All that I had remain
annoyed heart to regret
sand, snails your voiceinto the magic cadence.
shimmering waves and rocky caves
that took me into the silence.

O' sea! keep me away from your shore.
the shore where my love was born.

we loved...
by leaps and bounds of your waves
we passionately devoured
till the tempest had revered.
at the fag end, I did remain
with the slices of our whim.
the unfortunate love of my heart,
which relieved my self from my pain
in that barrage hail.

O' realm! that had happened
all arranged in my dreams.
what I've had seen
in the eyes of the dusky sun;
how often he walked away
with the once thoughts tormented.
as great ships get engulfed
with no pride and outrage.

I had the thirst to drink beauty of my shore.
lust to sing the hymn of the marrow.
like a humble canoe which has the courage
to swim, slide, glide and borrow.
I still have  a desire to be with you;
the sea still holds my heart in sway.


O' my love !!
say this to sea;
to carry me towards you
or say him to swallow me.
like he did with so many of desires.
my life is all void that bursts my mind.
this is the way through which I can find you;
my dreams will be mine.
I will come to you my heart
leaving my footprints behind.


Krishna Rai.

11:37 AM 9/2/2004

rope way to the hill top !

As I'm standing in-front of you

and you are eager to get me in to your arms !

As I'm the most loved child of yours

and you are ready to shower your love on to me !

As I'm slowly pushing my self up to

and you're desperate to get your hands kissed !

As I'm knocking the door with strange feelings

and you open your heart to some one you have never known !

and here I am  on top of you ,

Cheering my trespass in to your deep silence,

as you were a challenge, which must to be win !

Alas !

I am just a human, I must go down

Leaving a tall and silent hill with a mighty hill top !

~Krishna~

Missing Voices

you are much missed, how I believe

as I missed me somewhere, somewhere.

voices of yours,  as it was calling

were so near, so near.

moments of closing by, saying

you are all to me, all to me.

can you let it be more real

as it was the day we met, so fair.

come to me, as I can see you in your voices

standing, i am waiting to get near you then; * I was always to get near you then*

offering my say, you are in my prayers

where you always dissolve with my rhymes,  you knew then;

or, it is the echoes of many unknown drafts,

in its listlessness,

coming across the river of dying illusion to me here

separate my self away from

confined existlessness,

your voices are felt no more far or near.

So I, aimlessly collecting those voices

moments around me, following

the wild roses on meadow spreading its fragrance

sneaking thin through the norward

and your voices, calling.

krishna rai

09.06.2006

/* keeping myself away from you is like creating new rhymes with the lonely passing moments, verses come out with the cascading voices as they ask for your name forever */

few of my old poems at first , a fair start atleast !

  ~~*Rhyme For Love *~~

  My Love ! to be ecstasy of your eyes

  as they Blink and appear

  looking like a bird

  over the sea and disappear.

   I was born to be

   to see you in my arms and me.

  My love wants to take you away

  where you cant be still, can't be cold.

  Dry clouds will be touching  your feet

  drifts running through your hair 

  your face in my palms with fervor forever.

   Let me take you

   where you want to go

  be with my love, soul of my love.

  That's the soul of your love.

  The soul of your lover!

   No long life,  we have  got

   as you have said...

   Pleasure is in sharing thoughts

   Good Or Bad, with new found friends

    Living Out love like  dying waves

    they emerge as a heartily wish  and

    run on a life long swell.

     Don't be wary, Don't be  sad

    come and fill my life, make me alive

     Take My hands  and draw my self away

    where you want to go..

    be with my love, soul of my love

   That's the soul of your Love...

   The soul of your Lover !!

  

    Krishna Rai