Non-contemporary

I was to be born a millennium 

                   hence or forth

As I am no fit to contemporary

Forcibly sometimes unknowingly hath 

              I tried to blend in,

Yet the end see me coagulated

Like a phantom in halo, I disappears

                 With despairs

Withering and fading follows, even

The prettiest of moments seem

Unworthy of recollection.

Bathed in color deeply, yet I

Leave the extravaganza untainted, abstemiously.

Permanent nature of things hath

Revealed there temporary true self,

As

None of these self-proclaimed, ever

 veiled me.

I feel surrounded by fools, or

It may be just me

For 

I was to be born millennium 

    Hence or forth

As I am no fit to contemporary 

    

                    You just walked way

Things I despised annoy me no more.

Things I cherished excites me no more.

Since you abandoned me, 

Even sweetest memory turned sore.

In strife, in pain, 

You left me alone. 

Yet it angers me no more.

It intrigues me,

How can you just walk away.

Blown me off you, like a hay.

You ditched, you turned me down, I say.

Here like a solitary swing I sway,

After so much love and passion

How can you just walk away.

Promised to stay put,

Confront pain together in the way

After all the moments together we stayed

Yet you just choose to walk away.

For my momentary ignorance,

You gifted me lifetime of pain and agony.

Not only future,

you rendered my past too in jeopardy.

Those moments meant to be remembered

Feel like conned,

Your absence will have me drowned,

Knowingly yet you turned me down.

Yet at aggregate life was happy and gay 

So it intrigues me

Why you just walked away.

Isolation

Isolation, you have charmed me

Lured me for ages,

Now,I seek no means, no wealth 

But life under your aegis.

No more, I am reluctant to speak 

None but myself as audience I seek.

None of my desire and ecstasy demands social diffusion,

Whilst they are satisfied by solitary abstraction.

Past, I let thee go, pass me

Keeping nothing of you, but only what

Remain of you in me, unconsciously.

Thorns as beautiful as roses

When you are not eager to acquire

You have everything, to admire.

Then bushes will be as lustrous as daisy

And praise thee, weeds , though not crazy.

Shall awe you, even the darkest storm

As shall do,

Fairy in the night of prom.

Thee shall find beauty, in all

Be it skinny, dwarf or tall.

Then will not, thou eyes filter reality,

To soothe thee and thy mentality.

Will not then mind crave for beautiful few

Whilst, will see thee, beauty

Even in timid dew.

Then crow will regain ancient charm

Ruined by cuckoo's apartheid and bedlam

THAT GIRL

Defining thy beauty in words
Is as if
Collapsing in nutshell, many worlds.
This job
I have render is tough,
Since
Seem no phrase, no adjective competent enough.

Seems no phrase, no adjective competent enough
To imitate thee , to personify thee
Not even monochrome of thy abstract character, that I see.

Thyself as complex as phases of lunar crescents
Thee may hide, but I know
You are Aphrodite's descendant.

The aura , that hue in thy eyes are unearthly
They are cupid's bow with arrows no less ecstasies and deadly.

Thy curves so distinct and protruding
As heaven's scenic landscape
One must not indulge in starring
Once caught in its glimpse its a narrow escape.

Womanhood in thee
Century old whiskey
Both rare and strong
Hard to resist, though not easy to confront that it exists