Behind the Silver Veil

Analogy!

THE WAIT FOR DAWN

Bizarre blankets of ghastly gloom
Choking off the leftover life,
Fatally engulfed our azure abode
Rebellious petals awaiting a bloom
Stranglingly packed in a bud of strife
Shriveled grimly with sorrows aboard

Slaying the dusk,
The sun came scintillating like a cherub – a harbinger of hope
Haloed, the Earth stood wishing for that glow never to elope


Myriad dreams drenched in sepia tint
Reminiscent of those sweet nothings,
Unfurled in my fervent eyes
Fragrant fumes of mentholated mint
Effervescing out from scented springs,
Vaporized all my hesitant cries

Down the aisle,
She came wafting like a zephyr - a blissful breeze
Sloshed, I stood praying for that magical moment to freeze


THE SECRET BEHIND THE VEIL

The clouds glazed by a silver lining
Cowardly concealed the stellar king
But the flower took a peep,
Saw those celestial beams which came piercing like an arrow
The fluorescent aurora which eluded the silver halo

The veil glazed by a silvery hue
Permitted just a translucent view
Yet I could see deep,
Those flirty smiles which fuelled my viscous streams
The snowflake tresses that still gorgeously gleams


THE SPIRITUAL UNION - STRIPPING THE GREY

It could feel the heat – His holy gift
It could see the light – the aurora’s drift
The moon failed it, but the sun didn’t
Midst blinding luminescence
A kiss of hope was about to be showered
Without the slightest shudder, the withering bud finally flowered


I saw it in her eyes - swelling with pride
I felt it in my heart - the kiss of my bride
Words failed us, but The Gods didn’t
Midst deafening silence
A journey for eternity was about to start
Without uttering a word, the ‘I do’ was heard deep within our heart

THE WORLD IS BLUE

An ode to yet another darling of mine - FACEBOOK!!!!

Dedicated to a person who may be selfish and egotistic but for sure the 'KING OF PIMPS' (I believe 50% of the world's love stories are born due to him)


A selfish God,
Had one final point to prove,
Had a few mouths to shut -so got into his groove,
Stole some thoughts, without leaving a clue,
Created a world, with not just skies and seas
But everything in blue,
And addressed mankind,
“Losers -this one’s for you”



A Girl’s world,
Where men kill each other for a feminine poke
Where the nerd disguises as a tough handsome bloke
And DP’s dated photoshop, as a compulsory rule
Where even girls joined the mafia
And used a gun as their tool
Here suddenly even farming
Became hip and so cool



A Phony Wall,
Whose length of lies gives a very tough fight
To the ancient Chinese wall’s might
The mirror’s opposite: where honesty is in permanent strike!
And in this temple celebrating creativity’s birth
Not for fame and salary hike
We find even atheists praying to god
For that elusive ‘like’



Not just a tool to kill boredom
This is Zuckerberg’s virtual kingdom!
Slaying the angel called privacy across every nation
As eaves-dropping is not a sin but a birth right of freedom
And even if our train of life, reaches its final destination
With so much addiction
Log-out will never be an option

- SUSHIL DEV

Words fail me

An Enigma's love

ASP.NET was the mother of all exams @infy, due to a psychotic question paper.

My feelings after the exam expressed in the form of a poem


Not a sennheiser clad Rock-star, jamming the guitar

Never a five-point techie, flaunting the nerd avatar

Just a romantic all at sea, stranded without a clue

Who’s only hope is the divine light house in you.

Ya Words fail me, even ASP did, hope you don’t



Not mama’s cute boy, wiping her desperate tear

Never a Versace showstopper, setting the ramp on fire

Just an unshaven freak lost in your love, yet proud

Who’s loving heart, spits blood to say it aloud.

Ya Words fail me, even ASP did, hope you don’t




Not the gory hunk, lifting dumbbells like a toy

Never the rich spoilt brat, or sweet chocolate boy.

Just a clueless poet, with dreams of you my deity

Who’s pen tries hard but fails to paint your beauty

Ya Words fail me, even ASP did, hope you don’t.



Not a fairy tale knight, rescuing the distressed damsel

Never the Angelic man, feeding poor with the last morsel

Just a selfish atheist, filled with darkness and no shine

Who’s now praying to god, hoping He’ll make you mine

Ya Words fail me, even ASP did, hope you don’t.



Who am I?

I am just a dreamer, with nothing but your absence to fear

Who’s not even sure, there’ll be men to light his pyre.

But with you by my side, and tequila shots for aid

(Screw ASP), Even if life fails me,

I will conquer death with pride.

A Poet's birth

When was this premature-poet born?

Was it the day? When
The abandoned virgin mirror of my room
Blushed at my hour-long stare
As I dressed up for you, just like a groom

Was it the day? When
Your hourglass figure walked past me
I took a swift deep breath
As a conscious try to hide my tummy

Was it the day? When
“Outlook” experienced something very new
Was tired with the countless “refreshes”
As my heart yearned for a new mail from you

Was it the day? When
I recorded giggles and rubbish from your mouth
Tuned them as my mobile ringtone
As it sounded better than Beethoven’s fourth

Was it the day? When
You silently came and sat by my side
Even an atheist’s wish came true
And my six foot frame, grew an inch in pride

Was it the day? When
I collected fragile bamboo words, braving the heat
Tied them as a poetic broom
Hoping to sweep you off your feet.



For this childish style, I have only you to blame
Coz of the desire to be with you,
This premature poet will write without any shame.
And the blood stained red-carpet of my heart,
Waits for your grand entry,
As only your presence in my life and not just art
Will complete me and my poetry.