Concert of Pain

Why should I bother
To struggle and totter
And bear on my back
Ventilated passions
Or coagulated dreams
Which never shall glow
Or bloom through the vein
With vivacious songs
Of first monsoon rain?

I'll play out my days
As fabricated ads
Of mismatch and mess
In stultifying maze.

Silences struggle
And string together tears -
Elegies in flame
In concert of pain.

Devising a Diction

Devise if you can,

Some diction for a soul,

To frame her face

Through words that are not

Dipped in the rust

Of advertised songs

Or sullied with grease

Of titilating films;

But offer through the rhythm

Of palpitating beats

The dionysiac dance

Of one sudden glance

And strum through the heart

The ripples of love -

Condensed in a smile

Spilling through her lips.

Dredging my soul, I struggle for a tune

To harness my dream in unparalleled gleam.