My Fall

My core scorched with the blaze of agony,
An era of betrayal,
An eon of catastrophes.

The stars’ve guided me to this massacre,
This sunset of being,
This nightfall of mirages.

Moon showered its wicked blessings,
Witnessing my draining fall.
Destiny is my stabber,
Fate is the conspirator,
And I? I am the wretched sufferer.

The two comrades have carried out His commands,
He adjourned me as the slaughtered animal.
And He? He is the vindictive Demon, the soul crusher.
Doomed and annihilated,
I now await the freedom of death.

I collapsed on my knees,
Hands spread-eagled,
Looming for the completion of misfortunes.
My interiors became icy-cold,
As I smother myself to an eternal existence.

Kalpit Tandon
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
kalpittandon@gmail.com
kalpit-tandon.blogspot.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur
TOPIC: Grey

How You Be So?

For her,  whom I could never tell . . . . . . . . 

The bliss of my searching soul
You hope of eyes
The bliss of my searching soul
  O, you sweetness
How you be so?

Like pearls hidden
And white soft snow
The silence of one beautiful soul

When wounds were full
And heads hung low
Darkness rendered when an overwhelming blow
Yours is a solace lasting my love

You hope of eyes
The bliss of my searching soul
  O, you sweetness
How you be so?

Abrar Ahmed
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
abrarasrar12@gmail.com
https://www.facebook.com/abrar.ahmed.756

Wrath Against Karma

Let this karma dig up his own grave,
My deeds will not be Destiny’s slave.
This mutiny flows turbulently in my thick blood,
Strong deprivations will not be marred by wet mud.
A gun and a bullet won’t be my last resort,
Through barren broken roads I will trot.

Nails of longing cut me deep,
Drowning inside me,
I’m too traumatized to weep.
A solace is to be found in this succumbing emptiness
Searching within me,
I seek to overcome this hellish madness.

Let this karma rot in hell,
My actions will not be sunk in any shallow well.
This sanity flows vigorously in my veins,
My desires will not be choked by thundering rains.
A pedestal and a noose won’t be my last resort,
Through times thick and thin I’ll crawl.

I’ll crawl through Warfield of nails,
Towards my heart I’ll creep.
This wrath against Karma will now unfold,
When even death fades away,
My soul won’t be left cold.

Kalpit Tandon
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
kalpittandon@gmail.com
http://kalpit-tandon.blogspot.in