The Kiss Of Life

The Full Moon floats above,

A White Gravestone, witnessing countless lives and its ends,

It hides on its side where we cannot see,

Creatures that are immortal, like itself.

They are the vampires.

Like the moon exists,

by Drawing Light from the Sun,

These vampires sustain, by sucking blood,

Of people on the planet below.

The Sun sets, the Moon rises,

The vampires fly down and scout the skies,

For prey that amble on the ground.

Swooping down on the unsuspecting,

Satiating their thirst for life by ending it.

Sheeba, the vampire, was intrigued by,

This line between mortality & the immortal,

A life they have, but it always has an end,

Whereas those such as she, Exist forever,

Without an End, is it Life?

She sought to seek, to find an answer,

Are these temporary moments worthwhile.....

She followed a young boy, saw him take his first steps,

She saw him utter his first words and his first laugh.

His first love, his first heartbreak, she felt it.

His first success, his first fame, she enjoyed it.

She saw all the moments that made his life,

And also those that he wished did not.

He soon lost his vigour, his clarity.

Slowly he forgot more and more about him,

Who he was, What and Why he was here,

He came with a cry, but now he left, without a voice.

Sheeba watched, confounded with the irrationality of it all,

Where is the purpose, Where is the satisfaction,

She had to bring him back, she had to ask Him,

Have you seen enough? Is that all that there is??

She plunged her fangs into his corpse,

And closed her eyes, The Kiss of Life flowed in,

While he regained those moments,

She saw flashes of her own life striking by.

They both now faced each other,

She Eager to know, Him still dazed, He took a while to take in,

What had happened to him, And what it is going to hold forth.

Once he was quiescent, she asked,

Have You seen All? In that ephemeral span you called life?

He did not know what to tell. He did not know.

He asked her then,

Have you Seen all? In the eternity that you have existed?

She did not know, She had indeed seen All, but still, Is that all?

Where is the purpose? Where is the satisfaction,.

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There is No such thing.

It all being relative,

It is In the End, if There Is,

What You Want It To Be.

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October 1st

Minuscule drops descend,

An ephemeral coat they portend.

Chilly winds besiege,

An unfelt yearning they release.

They wander along with me a while,

Why I ask..

To remind what you need,

they say,

For You are not complete.

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for a beautiful day....

The Necklace

Sitting down on the mat for dinner,
Joints worn out, almost seeming like torture,
He waited as his wife, made things hotter.

Cataracted eyes dimming his sight,
Made seeing tough in the night,
Watched his empty plate, seeking respite.

As She served with a smile,
He felt abler to travel many a mile,
Any distance for you, its worthwhile.

He noticed she kept glancing away,
Ever so slight, To a poster hidden somewhere,
What he wondered, Later I shall uncover.

When she slept, he found what it was,
A gold necklace, simple and elegant, that,
any woman would want, a halo around their neck.

He went in search of the glitter,
It was too much weight for him to bear,
He skipped lunches everyday, to afford the fare.

Many empty stomachs later, he had gathered,
Enough, for now a single gram he treasured,
Enough, of which had left him weathered.

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Sitting down on the mat for dinner,
Not minding the torture, just this one time,
He waited as his wife, made things hotter.

After, he calls her in front of the faded mirror,
Hung on a paint-less wall, he stands behind,
what is it she asks, puzzled by his unusual stance.

He takes out his precious 1 gram,
The only object that shone there with glam,
That soon was off-set by 2 sparkling eyes.

Hands trembled to hook the links,
It finally adorned, it was ensconced.

She looked only at the glitter, reflecting in hers own,
Not realizing the strain in his self-less dare.

A tear drop fell on her back, what is it she asked.
Only our leaky roof he said, I will set it right.

The halo round her necked stayed, along with her smile.
Any distance for you, I near the destination or not,
is worthwhile.

Salt & Pepper

Can Salt be Sweet?
Can Pepper be a Treat?
Can Salt & Pepper be a Feast?

It was a hungry night,
The taste just didn't seem right,
Salt & Pepper, was the invite.

One had one, and the other had the other,
We needed both, to consummate one another,
Salt & Pepper, brought us together.

Adding Salt to bring out the Life,
Adding Pepper to supply it Spice,
Salt & Pepper, gave us an High.

One Cannot always like the same,

You need a Contrast to Compete,

Salt & Pepper made it a Fair Game.

These Two ingredients with, We Tempered,

Our Two lives with, It skilfully Tampered,

Until the Recipe it rendered us, Simmered.

Yes, Salt is Sweet,

Yes, Pepper Can be a Treat.

Yes, Salt & Pepper are a Feast.

The pic above shows actual salt & pepper shakers! :D

The Wait

Oh, i am so famished,

My life is so flushed,

The sun that is scorching,

Me, i am so drooping.

Hot breeze that blows,

Faints me more as it flows,

No blade of grass for a shade,

Am all alone, like a single spade..

I look up and pray,

To see if there is any prey.

I see a dark brown speck yonder,

More here and there, And i turn bolder..

Specks come close, Coalesce to become one whole,

Swallowing one into one another, All into each other.

Gathering strength in their numbers, Growing heavier,

Eclipsing out the Sun, Announcing their arrival.

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And then they drop, One by One,

We all look up into the sky, Tiny little Eyes.

And they drop, Uninhibited, Unhinged, Without any bias,

One by One, they drop, for us Corpse and Crops.

As they drop, they bring life,

Forming more little eyes, on the mud they splash,

They breath out life from that very lifeless mud,

That smells so very much of life than anything more.

Now i feel not lone,

I am blown with all this loan.

My wait ends with this high,

as the Rain drops that Fall, makes us others, Fly.....

month of august being special, shall be spiced up with this theme, which is inarguably, a true RTLL- Reason to Love Life....