Dying Daily
I Have seen many One when beaten
brutly by husband
women dying
no one behaves;
a daily death;
One when molested
One when cries behind
in office
the bushes,
no one raises;
no one dares;
One When lifted One When enjoyed
in dance bars
from shelter homes,
no one fairs;
no one cares;
One when sold for
One when moved naked
sex abuse
in the streets,
no one bans,
no one saves;
One when cries to Rest are those
Who speak the
deliver female baby,
language of silence.
no one blames;
One when burnt alive
for dowry
no one claims;
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Absolutely? To an extent possible
I can feel I can feel the volume of
her presence her distress,
even in I can judge intensity of
dense dark, her pains from
When she smiles, her glittering tears;
everything around Those roll down
starts glittering, her cheeks as if
Blood in my arteries smelting metals in red,
starts dancing, the lava of a volcano,
that raises rapidly run down
my heart beat, to merge with sea;
The fragrant feel that burns bosomy waves,
of her body rise the showers of steam
makes me to cool the boiling sea,
absolutely mad. when her tears freeze
Her soul the flaming heart.
strikes
to mine to make
a new life.
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Absolutely? To an extent possible
I can feel I can feel the volume of
her presence her distress,
even in I can judge intensity of
dense dark, her pains from
When she smiles, her glittering tears;
everything around Those roll down
starts glittering, her cheeks as if
Blood in my arteries smelting metals in red,
starts dancing, the lava of a volcano,
that raises rapidly run down
my heart beat, to merge with sea;
The fragrant feel that burns bosomy waves,
of her body rise the showers of steam
makes me to cool the boiling sea,
absolutely mad. when her tears freeze
Her soul the flaming heart.
strikes
to mine to make
a new life.
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Bold Enough Soul Of Gaiety
Your doe eyes
I am happiness,
mesmerize me,
born in mental state
rather turn me
of my well being;
totally blind;
A blissful place
still I can feel
in one's heart,
the fragrance of
I hail from;
your sensual sweat,
A sense of cheerful
your serene body;
emotions that
Your burning lips
lifts me from
make me bold enough
contentment to
when I dare to touch
intense gaiety;
them with mine;
Ultimately
Your luring smile
drops to
fascinates me to hold
the dwell of my
your blushing face
cheerfulness;
in my strong hands,
I know, poverty may
Your uneven flesh
spoil my look,
breaks my ribs
fade my glow
on being hugged
but never my smile,
so narrowly, so tightly;
the showcase of
That makes me entirely
my happiness that
lost in my own world
appears according
of dreams that may
to my will and
come true one day.
on my demand.
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Bold Enough Soul Of Gaiety
Your doe eyes
I am happiness,
mesmerize me,
born in mental state
rather turn me
of my well being;
totally blind;
A blissful place
still I can feel
in one's heart,
the fragrance of
I hail from;
your sensual sweat,
A sense of cheerful
your serene body;
emotions that
Your burning lips
lifts me from
make me bold enough
contentment to
when I dare to touch
intense gaiety;
them with mine;
Ultimately
Your luring smile
drops to
fascinates me to hold
the dwell of my
your blushing face
cheerfulness;
in my strong hands,
I know, poverty may
Your uneven flesh
spoil my look,
breaks my ribs
fade my glow
on being hugged
but never my smile,
so narrowly, so tightly;
the showcase of
That makes me entirely
my happiness that
lost in my own world
appears according
of dreams that may
to my will and
come true one day.
on my demand.
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When Once it was ! In Memory !
We never
She dares not to
miss you since
turn the pages
you abloom,
of my life;
you fragrant,
perhaps feels
in our thoughts,
afraid of my heart
in our in hearts;
inferno;
You are not
when once
countable things
it was paradise
those vanish one day,
of her abode;
You are loving
Wait for the day
souls, dwelling
when my body turns
In our souls.
cold enough
to provide her
comfortable sleep Being A Human
in my deadly arms.
Nothing I am
without being a human,
just moving like an animal
makes my life wild;
Wait for the day when
I am surrounded by people
who carry my body in a coffin
made for a human being.
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When Once it was ! In Memory !
We never
She dares not to
miss you since
turn the pages
you abloom,
of my life;
you fragrant,
perhaps feels
in our thoughts,
afraid of my heart
in our in hearts;
inferno;
You are not
when once
countable things
it was paradise
those vanish one day,
of her abode;
You are loving
Wait for the day
souls, dwelling
when my body turns
In our souls.
cold enough
to provide her
comfortable sleep Being A Human
in my deadly arms.
Nothing I am
without being a human,
just moving like an animal
makes my life wild;
Wait for the day when
I am surrounded by people
who carry my body in a coffin
made for a human being.
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She Inherits! Subject To
The one I never find faults
whom I love, in others,
inherits a soul Nor I pinpoint
more alluring their mistakes;
than mine;
Since it keeps Rather I allow them to
my soul alive find errors in me;
But subject to...
to enjoy memories
they let me know;
of our love after
my sleep for ever.
For my improvement,
I prefer to introspect
than asking others to
show me a path;
Since they may be busy
In finding out their own paths
to improve themselves
to refine their selves.
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She Inherits! Subject To
The one I never find faults
whom I love, in others,
inherits a soul Nor I pinpoint
more alluring their mistakes;
than mine;
Since it keeps Rather I allow them to
my soul alive find errors in me;
But subject to...
to enjoy memories
they let me know;
of our love after
my sleep for ever.
For my improvement,
I prefer to introspect
than asking others to
show me a path;
Since they may be busy
In finding out their own paths
to improve themselves
to refine their selves.
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A Poet's Heart! Alike a net they are
knitted virtually with
swinging waves of
A poet, rather a verse my naughty mind
Compiler I am, and humantarian soul;
more than that
a compact sheaf of Before they start bleeding,
feelings in my heart; they are dipped into
blood running through my
An effigy of thoughts heart to dye them
wrapped in a coffin , permanently in deep red
that burns itself
without a spark, Need not to test them
without any fire;
not they require DNA test
since they hail from the
Inherit self burning inner part of my body
properties that known to be poet's heart.
Spontaneously
combustate without
making smoke,
without producing flame ;
My verse come out in
unique but simple words,
those narrate the stories
of my emotions in black,
sometimes bleed in red;
They speak silently in
my invisible tears,
in my deepest sighs and
colours of passion painted
on the canvas of my life;
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A Poet's Heart! Alike a net they are
knitted virtually with
swinging waves of
A poet, rather a verse my naughty mind
Compiler I am, and humantarian soul;
more than that
a compact sheaf of Before they start bleeding,
feelings in my heart; they are dipped into
blood running through my
An effigy of thoughts heart to dye them
wrapped in a coffin , permanently in deep red
that burns itself
without a spark, Need not to test them
without any fire;
not they require DNA test
since they hail from the
Inherit self burning inner part of my body
properties that known to be poet's heart.
Spontaneously
combustate without
making smoke,
without producing flame ;
My verse come out in
unique but simple words,
those narrate the stories
of my emotions in black,
sometimes bleed in red;
They speak silently in
my invisible tears,
in my deepest sighs and
colours of passion painted
on the canvas of my life;
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Combustion! Before You Quit !
I can feel her On opening of my heart
in my thoughts, it was traced that
in my memories' web; my heart functions on
As if soft mist fuel of love,
in milky white touches an invisible substance,
her blushing cheeks, a colourless blood
freezes her burning lips that runs through
to save mine from, my ductless glands
from Its combustion of faith and trust,
till my body being of sacrifice and devotion;
flamed to cremate. No pump to operate,
no pressure to maintain;
No groups of blood,
No caste and creed,
As much you love
I need not to so much you live;
No worry of death day,
Perhaps Earn love to postpone it;
I need not to prove my love Love before you leave,
when she herself Love till you live
resides in my heart,
swings in my feelings,
speaks in my thoughts,
rules over my soul,
sacrifices her life
to die together.
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Combustion! Before You Quit !
I can feel her On opening of my heart
in my thoughts, it was traced that
in my memories' web; my heart functions on
As if soft mist fuel of love,
in milky white touches an invisible substance,
her blushing cheeks, a colourless blood
freezes her burning lips that runs through
to save mine from, my ductless glands
from Its combustion of faith and trust,
till my body being of sacrifice and devotion;
flamed to cremate. No pump to operate,
no pressure to maintain;
No groups of blood,
No caste and creed,
As much you love
I need not to so much you live;
No worry of death day,
Perhaps Earn love to postpone it;
I need not to prove my love Love before you leave,
when she herself Love till you live
resides in my heart,
swings in my feelings,
speaks in my thoughts,
rules over my soul,
sacrifices her life
to die together.
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Shapes Of Love A Poet !
Love A poet has to pain
will remain through the process of
love, spontaneous combustion
whether that produces
it is no flame, no fire,
one sided just burns inwardly;
or Runs through
both sided; this operation steadily
Since but surely.
It never Self scorching
changes smelts its thoughts
Its to shape into verses
Spellings Freezes oneself to
nor Its cool its works
defination; before burn into ashes
Just Binds oneself to
keeps on save pages of one's life
changing before it sleeps forever.
its shape.
time to time
person to person
life to life
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Shapes Of Love A Poet !
Love A poet has to pain
will remain through the process of
love, spontaneous combustion
whether that produces
it is no flame, no fire,
one sided just burns inwardly;
or Runs through
both sided; this operation steadily
Since but surely.
It never Self scorching
changes smelts its thoughts
Its to shape into verses
Spellings Freezes oneself to
nor Its cool its works
defination; before burn into ashes
Just Binds oneself to
keeps on save pages of one's life
changing before it sleeps forever.
its shape.
time to time
person to person
life to life
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Behind Her Curls Loyalty!
Every Night before I go to bed, I am what
I speak to my soul; You can't be,
That sings to lap up my Rather you won't
sleep wandering in my eyes; like to be;
Fail to intuit my mind,
But still
whether it will sleep or not,
I am hugged,
Had never happened alike
and called,
in my youthful times;
loyal of loyalists
Perhaps my brain
sincere of the sincerests;
shrinking now, hence
Before I came to
fails to command,
this world,
but never prevents me
I had committed,
from caring my love;
I had promised
Our trembling hands
to my God
remind, we have turned old,
to remain faithful,
Though feel feeble
to remain loyal
yet strongest at heart;
to my master,
What power behind love is,
to my mistress
a mystery to unfold still,
till I am alive;
as we grow old, love knots
Though they
get tightened more,
But before ending my may be monarchs
verse,let me comb her hair may be docaits.
so that I may see
a moon behind her curls.
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Behind Her Curls Loyalty!
Every Night before I go to bed, I am what
I speak to my soul; You can't be,
That sings to lap up my Rather you won't
sleep wandering in my eyes; like to be;
Fail to intuit my mind,
But still
whether it will sleep or not,
I am hugged,
Had never happened alike
and called,
in my youthful times;
loyal of loyalists
Perhaps my brain
sincere of the sincerests;
shrinking now, hence
Before I came to
fails to command,
this world,
but never prevents me
I had committed,
from caring my love;
I had promised
Our trembling hands
to my God
remind, we have turned old,
to remain faithful,
Though feel feeble
to remain loyal
yet strongest at heart;
to my master,
What power behind love is,
to my mistress
a mystery to unfold still,
till I am alive;
as we grow old, love knots
Though they
get tightened more,
But before ending my may be monarchs
verse,let me comb her hair may be docaits.
so that I may see
a moon behind her curls.
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Self Esteem ? Not A !
Ceasing of I am not
self esteem; an attitude
A corrosion of judgement,
over steel, Nor a
A camphor behaviour of
in air, social amputation;
Ending slowly I am born
but surely. to be a necessity
than being important;
A pack of
Purification! humanity I am,
that differentiates
To purify me from being
one's a soul, wild creatures
one has moving in our
to use society.
own soul only.
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Self Esteem ? Not A !
Ceasing of I am not
self esteem; an attitude
A corrosion of judgement,
over steel, Nor a
A camphor behaviour of
in air, social amputation;
Ending slowly I am born
but surely. to be a necessity
than being important;
A pack of
Purification! humanity I am,
that differentiates
To purify me from being
one's a soul, wild creatures
one has moving in our
to use society.
own soul only.
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Passing Through How To ?
Feel her What required
presence to impress her,
in my heart; I am not aware of;
As if were What desired
running through to influence her,
the mist; I am not known to;
In an indistinct, But I am familiar
blurred figure; with ways she likes
Perhaps it was how to be hugged,
my soul how to be loved.
passing by
her soul.
Even Sufficient
Why do you
Missing
make me
someone,
awake
a sufficient reason
from my deep
sleep? for loving
when you do not someone.
hug me,
kiss me Loving
in my dreams even! someone
a sufficient reason
for habituating
someone
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Passing Through How To ?
Feel her What required
presence to impress her,
in my heart; I am not aware of;
As if were What desired
running through to influence her,
the mist; I am not known to;
In an indistinct, But I am familiar
blurred figure; with ways she likes
Perhaps it was how to be hugged,
my soul how to be loved.
passing by
her soul.
Even Sufficient
Why do you
Missing
make me
someone,
awake
a sufficient reason
from my deep
sleep? for loving
when you do not someone.
hug me,
kiss me Loving
in my dreams even! someone
a sufficient reason
for habituating
someone
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An Unseen Spirit ? Polishing !
Soul, I never try to be
an unseen dweller A Perfect,
of human body, Rather I can't be;
an invisible spirit I love to be
behind one's mind, as I am,
though not visible but keep on
still experiences deep polishing my habits
feelings of heart,of mind; time to time.
Like a magnet it
attracts good,
repels bad Automatically
if desired so;
Comes across evils too, I never
that corrupt thoughts, run after
spoil character and the things
demoralise oneself; Not made
Considered to be a sense for me;
of immortal emotions in human,
that purifies one's mind Since...
and build a soulful body,
that turns to ashes one day they come to me
leaving behind a soul, automatically
that is remembered. when they
become
made for me
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An Unseen Spirit ? Polishing !
Soul, I never try to be
an unseen dweller A Perfect,
of human body, Rather I can't be;
an invisible spirit I love to be
behind one's mind, as I am,
though not visible but keep on
still experiences deep polishing my habits
feelings of heart,of mind; time to time.
Like a magnet it
attracts good,
repels bad Automatically
if desired so;
Comes across evils too, I never
that corrupt thoughts, run after
spoil character and the things
demoralise oneself; Not made
Considered to be a sense for me;
of immortal emotions in human,
that purifies one's mind Since...
and build a soulful body,
that turns to ashes one day they come to me
leaving behind a soul, automatically
that is remembered. when they
become
made for me
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Love Without Words Melody of My Life !
A flute with holes
Nothing is visible when
of love, I am;
you write in tears
You play me in
in your mind,
a sweet melody;
It is visible only Your breath runs
in your eyes through my soul;
when you cry, Your fingers
touch my heart;
nothing is visible Feel as if you were
when you write rubbing my chest;
in blood in your heart, Warmth of your lips
spark me to flames;
it is visible only Vibes of your eternal
when your music freeze my body;
heart bleeds, Feel being lifted to the
heaven of melodies,
but still nothing Where no loud will
readable since interrupt my sleep forever.
love has no language,
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Love Without Words Melody of My Life !
A flute with holes
Nothing is visible when
of love, I am;
you write in tears
You play me in
in your mind,
a sweet melody;
It is visible only Your breath runs
in your eyes through my soul;
when you cry, Your fingers
touch my heart;
nothing is visible Feel as if you were
when you write rubbing my chest;
in blood in your heart, Warmth of your lips
spark me to flames;
it is visible only Vibes of your eternal
when your music freeze my body;
heart bleeds, Feel being lifted to the
heaven of melodies,
but still nothing Where no loud will
readable since interrupt my sleep forever.
love has no language,
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Being A ? Passion!
A lovable poet
When
you can be,
fragrance of her alluring body,
But only when
sprinklers of her lusty sweat,
you understand
make me feel
the language
warmth of her tight hug;
of your feelings;
I just close my eyes,
Listen the
pause my breath,
silence
to experience
of your soul;
burst of her draughty lips,
Pour the heart
eruption of her icy lava;
with tender
that makes me enjoy
extracts of love;
soft touch of her
Perceive
foggy showers,
the pain of others
frozen sighs,
as if it were yours;
in my face, in my dream;
And leave the
thought of being
praiseworthy.
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Being A ? Passion!
A lovable poet
When
you can be,
fragrance of her alluring body,
But only when
sprinklers of her lusty sweat,
you understand
make me feel
the language
warmth of her tight hug;
of your feelings;
I just close my eyes,
Listen the
pause my breath,
silence
to experience
of your soul;
burst of her draughty lips,
Pour the heart
eruption of her icy lava;
with tender
that makes me enjoy
extracts of love;
soft touch of her
Perceive
foggy showers,
the pain of others
frozen sighs,
as if it were yours;
in my face, in my dream;
And leave the
thought of being
praiseworthy.
76 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 77
But Why?
The colourful words Why are they tagged
of my verses, as good or bad,
the colourless abstracts superior or inferior,
of my thoughts, black or white,
the beautiful characters fair or ugly? when all are cropped and
of my lyrics harvested on one land;
do raise a rainbow of Have seen a black when hurt,
charming faces, bleeds in red,
those smile with endless Have seen a white when hurt,
beauty and shades of bleeds in red,
of love; Inwardly if they are one,
As if flowers of a garden why are being discrimated outwardly ?
swing together,
to spread the fragrance
of their unity before the
colours in the sky fade away;
See them being plucked to
fulfil our desires,
to meet our needs,
but it hurts when find
them segregated,
by the colours,
by the breeds and other classifications;
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But Why?
The colourful words Why are they tagged
of my verses, as good or bad,
the colourless abstracts superior or inferior,
of my thoughts, black or white,
the beautiful characters fair or ugly? when all are cropped and
of my lyrics harvested on one land;
do raise a rainbow of Have seen a black when hurt,
charming faces, bleeds in red,
those smile with endless Have seen a white when hurt,
beauty and shades of bleeds in red,
of love; Inwardly if they are one,
As if flowers of a garden why are being discrimated outwardly ?
swing together,
to spread the fragrance
of their unity before the
colours in the sky fade away;
See them being plucked to
fulfil our desires,
to meet our needs,
but it hurts when find
them segregated,
by the colours,
by the breeds and other classifications;
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Sued! Love A Feel
You are sued
when
in the court of
you understand
my heart
for the crime the language
of love, of silence,
And jailed,
in a castle behind murmuring
your bosoms of hearts,
unsound steps
Lifetime? of voice,
waves of
Sometimes
unblinked eyes,
I feel,
Your heart
A castle you understand
ultimate love
behind
your ribs;
where i am
imprisoned
for lifetime
sentence.
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Sued! Love A Feel
You are sued
when
in the court of
you understand
my heart
for the crime the language
of love, of silence,
And jailed,
in a castle behind murmuring
your bosoms of hearts,
unsound steps
Lifetime? of voice,
waves of
Sometimes
unblinked eyes,
I feel,
Your heart
A castle you understand
ultimate love
behind
your ribs;
where i am
imprisoned
for lifetime
sentence.
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Uncertainity ? A Deadly Sleep ?
Uncertainty been born in a I never knew
situation of something how sweet a sleep is !
unknown, unexpected;
If it were so pleasant;
where nothing is certain,
where unforseen happens, why had I
Inspite of all I am not afraid of; not experienced,
Will not be wrong if I say, not enjoyed,
my life full of uncertainties, since many decades?;
never been known to
nor been aware of I am, Late evening today,
on their being unpredicted, I could sleep for an hour
unexpected events those without knowing
operate any moment; its meaning,
Without an alarm they visit,
without considering
make me scared
of what I had never thought of, its value;
of what I had not faced before, A simple sleep with
but inbuilt powers in me fresh awakening,
make capable to fight back; a new life after death;
Unforeseen acts of nature As if a child gets up
not only frigten me, rather
with a smiling face,
they uproot univesral truth
of being survival of the fittest, with rubbing eyes
dangers of uncertainty act with face full of glow;
as if I were only made to sustain; But for me, it had been
Unknown strikes of time a game of deadly sleep,
though spread fear in me, a play of tranquilizer,
but still dare not to touch
my mind,my heart my soul, that lets my eyelids
since they know, be heavy, be closed and
I am born to fight miseries brain dead till it works.
of life, of time.
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Uncertainity ? A Deadly Sleep ?
Uncertainty been born in a I never knew
situation of something how sweet a sleep is !
unknown, unexpected;
If it were so pleasant;
where nothing is certain,
where unforseen happens, why had I
Inspite of all I am not afraid of; not experienced,
Will not be wrong if I say, not enjoyed,
my life full of uncertainties, since many decades?;
never been known to
nor been aware of I am, Late evening today,
on their being unpredicted, I could sleep for an hour
unexpected events those without knowing
operate any moment; its meaning,
Without an alarm they visit,
without considering
make me scared
of what I had never thought of, its value;
of what I had not faced before, A simple sleep with
but inbuilt powers in me fresh awakening,
make capable to fight back; a new life after death;
Unforeseen acts of nature As if a child gets up
not only frigten me, rather
with a smiling face,
they uproot univesral truth
of being survival of the fittest, with rubbing eyes
dangers of uncertainty act with face full of glow;
as if I were only made to sustain; But for me, it had been
Unknown strikes of time a game of deadly sleep,
though spread fear in me, a play of tranquilizer,
but still dare not to touch
my mind,my heart my soul, that lets my eyelids
since they know, be heavy, be closed and
I am born to fight miseries brain dead till it works.
of life, of time.
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My Verses Differ
My sleeping impulse I know,my poems have to
awakes, do nothing with my
My blood in every vein biological changes,
moves fast, but from my experiences I
when I start writing a conclude,
verse that every word belongs to
with my bleeding ink; my mind and my soul.
My face gets warm, my every of my thought, is my
eyelids turn heavy, instinct,
with half opened eyes every of my line, is my life,
I carry on my job; every of stanza, is span of
My mind tries to choose time.
crying words, every of my poem, is my
but my soul wash their inner spirit;
tears away I wish my compositions make
before being assembled; everybody feel like birds,
I experience changes in swinging at the horizon
my body, before the sun sets;
sometimes very strong, I would rather love
sometimes old & feeble if my works speak of
I feel, joy and enjoy at every step,
may be my thoughts of every one's life,
make me alike; I am not a poet of
My feelings catalyse my preachings,
brain cells to operate nor a philosopher to
speedily, advise,
but my heart beats calmly simply a craftsman I am,
with every stroke of my trying to merge my soul
passion, with others,
I notice changes in my to make a different world,
mood at every unit of time, a new world.
on each operating eve,
may be it is of my being
84 l K.C. Sethi whimsical in nature; Bleeds In Black l 85
My Verses Differ
My sleeping impulse I know,my poems have to
awakes, do nothing with my
My blood in every vein biological changes,
moves fast, but from my experiences I
when I start writing a conclude,
verse that every word belongs to
with my bleeding ink; my mind and my soul.
My face gets warm, my every of my thought, is my
eyelids turn heavy, instinct,
with half opened eyes every of my line, is my life,
I carry on my job; every of stanza, is span of
My mind tries to choose time.
crying words, every of my poem, is my
but my soul wash their inner spirit;
tears away I wish my compositions make
before being assembled; everybody feel like birds,
I experience changes in swinging at the horizon
my body, before the sun sets;
sometimes very strong, I would rather love
sometimes old & feeble if my works speak of
I feel, joy and enjoy at every step,
may be my thoughts of every one's life,
make me alike; I am not a poet of
My feelings catalyse my preachings,
brain cells to operate nor a philosopher to
speedily, advise,
but my heart beats calmly simply a craftsman I am,
with every stroke of my trying to merge my soul
passion, with others,
I notice changes in my to make a different world,
mood at every unit of time, a new world.
on each operating eve,
may be it is of my being
84 l K.C. Sethi whimsical in nature; Bleeds In Black l 85
Clutches Tight ! Since Decades!
In the deepest dark Gently she lifts my soul
of my gloomy world, out of my heart,
she makes me rest out of my body,
beside her;
Sense me from the without making me awake;
warmth of my breath, Silently settles it,
nears me by the sensation behind her ample bosoms,
of my palpating heart; back of her anterior ribs
Her hand reaches my without telling me about;
deserted face Within her heart's walls,
and her fingers play upon
my draughty lips, she keeps me feel warm
Feel the touch of her body by rubbing her lips with
from her boiling sweat mine till they ablaze;
that melts my frozen In depths of her heart,
bones to make me fit;
I can feel intensity of her
I can notice her fingers
desire from the sweated pearls
touch my cheeks,
slowly move to my nose, rolling down her redden face;
eyes and then to my lips; Her soul whispers to mine,
It seems as if a child if she could lay beside me
searches its belongings; to enjoy charm of a starry
She pulls my head against her night before it ends on rise of sun;
bosoms to rest upon;
Our souls bloom to be one
I can sustain the fire
of her uneven flesh; when bodies remain two,
but her fingers play in my sleep together for decades
hair to make me sleep; though bodies in different graves.
Her widely open arms
clutch me tight,
I wish, if it could be long
and last sleep of my life.
86 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 87
Clutches Tight ! Since Decades!
In the deepest dark Gently she lifts my soul
of my gloomy world, out of my heart,
she makes me rest out of my body,
beside her;
Sense me from the without making me awake;
warmth of my breath, Silently settles it,
nears me by the sensation behind her ample bosoms,
of my palpating heart; back of her anterior ribs
Her hand reaches my without telling me about;
deserted face Within her heart's walls,
and her fingers play upon
my draughty lips, she keeps me feel warm
Feel the touch of her body by rubbing her lips with
from her boiling sweat mine till they ablaze;
that melts my frozen In depths of her heart,
bones to make me fit;
I can feel intensity of her
I can notice her fingers
desire from the sweated pearls
touch my cheeks,
slowly move to my nose, rolling down her redden face;
eyes and then to my lips; Her soul whispers to mine,
It seems as if a child if she could lay beside me
searches its belongings; to enjoy charm of a starry
She pulls my head against her night before it ends on rise of sun;
bosoms to rest upon;
Our souls bloom to be one
I can sustain the fire
of her uneven flesh; when bodies remain two,
but her fingers play in my sleep together for decades
hair to make me sleep; though bodies in different graves.
Her widely open arms
clutch me tight,
I wish, if it could be long
and last sleep of my life.
86 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 87
Without Colours ! Before Being
Life defines itself to be
My words
an affair of moments,
source
a cycle of time
my feelings,
one completes before one's end;
My verses
A canvas of events
come from
upon which we are painted,
my thoughts;
in different moods and colours
Each of them
without use of brushes;
dipped in my soul
Never invites any creature
to secure,
to let it company or leave,
to shine
nor it objects to follow
before being
the cycle of time and life;
delivered.
Rather have to scale our steps
to measure and reach our goals,
Broken Pieces
taste the nectar of success
before we exist this world.
Words like mirrors
failing which,we are just like
reflect the truth,
a pike saff in the desert;
Never make lies
stands alone without an aim,
like us;
exits alone without leaving name.
Sometimes,
Images may be dull
but false never,
Even on being broken
produce images
as many as
scattered pieces
of reality,
of truth.
88 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 89
Without Colours ! Before Being
Life defines itself to be
My words
an affair of moments,
source
a cycle of time
my feelings,
one completes before one's end;
My verses
A canvas of events
come from
upon which we are painted,
my thoughts;
in different moods and colours
Each of them
without use of brushes;
dipped in my soul
Never invites any creature
to secure,
to let it company or leave,
to shine
nor it objects to follow
before being
the cycle of time and life;
delivered.
Rather have to scale our steps
to measure and reach our goals,
Broken Pieces
taste the nectar of success
before we exist this world.
Words like mirrors
failing which,we are just like
reflect the truth,
a pike saff in the desert;
Never make lies
stands alone without an aim,
like us;
exits alone without leaving name.
Sometimes,
Images may be dull
but false never,
Even on being broken
produce images
as many as
scattered pieces
of reality,
of truth.
88 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 89
Purposeful!
In this world,on this earth To make a staircase,
everything, every creature, we use simple logs on
every subject or object both sides with sticks
originates with an fixed between each other;
unknown purpose, But it will be purposeful
unpredicted utility, only when its steps are
unforeseen aim, kept at required distance.
It is we who make them Every living or non living
purposeful, needful, thing on this globe, has
useful and resourceful. its own importance,
according to its own characteristics,
our necessity, its own value, if it is made
our utility purposeful and useful.
our creativity;
For what I was born?
nobody knows
except my parents;
Since they had a motive
to produce a child,
for their purpose
I came into this world.
Every little thing,
born or originated
on this earth,
ever used, ever utilized
for a cause, for a motive,
for a purpose
and a utility;
90 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 91
Purposeful!
In this world,on this earth To make a staircase,
everything, every creature, we use simple logs on
every subject or object both sides with sticks
originates with an fixed between each other;
unknown purpose, But it will be purposeful
unpredicted utility, only when its steps are
unforeseen aim, kept at required distance.
It is we who make them Every living or non living
purposeful, needful, thing on this globe, has
useful and resourceful. its own importance,
according to its own characteristics,
our necessity, its own value, if it is made
our utility purposeful and useful.
our creativity;
For what I was born?
nobody knows
except my parents;
Since they had a motive
to produce a child,
for their purpose
I came into this world.
Every little thing,
born or originated
on this earth,
ever used, ever utilized
for a cause, for a motive,
for a purpose
and a utility;
90 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 91
Never Allow Cropping Love
Seeding of love
I know
can't be taken for
my love is
my beat, harvesting of love;
my sigh, It is a crop
my breath; of intense caring
that keeps me with which it grows.
ever alive A subject of
ever allure behavior,
ever attracted dealing in sacrifice,
but still An extract of
I feel, sparing,
I understand, that runs in our blood,
False sense An invisible value
of belonging of sacrifice
ever hearts, that works silently,
ever pains; A promise
Hence of trust, of faith
never allow prevails there ever.
her to visit
me in my dreams
again
92 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 93
Never Allow Cropping Love
Seeding of love
I know
can't be taken for
my love is
my beat, harvesting of love;
my sigh, It is a crop
my breath; of intense caring
that keeps me with which it grows.
ever alive A subject of
ever allure behavior,
ever attracted dealing in sacrifice,
but still An extract of
I feel, sparing,
I understand, that runs in our blood,
False sense An invisible value
of belonging of sacrifice
ever hearts, that works silently,
ever pains; A promise
Hence of trust, of faith
never allow prevails there ever.
her to visit
me in my dreams
again
92 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 93
How She ? Set Me Free !
Unable to understand, Without you
the ways she loves; my life
Unable to feel, stands paused,
the intensity of her love; as well still;
When I hug her, Until you allow
she closes her eyes; my feelings
When I look into her eyes, to spread
she hugs me tight; in my thoughts;
When I whisper, Until you charge
she blushes with a smile; my passion,
When I smile to her blush, that crawls in
hides her face behind hands my cerebral;
When I close eyes to sleep, Until you infuse
she kisses me madly; my love
But when I hold her again, that dies
she repeats the exercise. in my heart,
Until you redden
my cheeks
with your
burning lips;
Until you warm
my heart
with your heat or
set me free to die.
94 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 95
How She ? Set Me Free !
Unable to understand, Without you
the ways she loves; my life
Unable to feel, stands paused,
the intensity of her love; as well still;
When I hug her, Until you allow
she closes her eyes; my feelings
When I look into her eyes, to spread
she hugs me tight; in my thoughts;
When I whisper, Until you charge
she blushes with a smile; my passion,
When I smile to her blush, that crawls in
hides her face behind hands my cerebral;
When I close eyes to sleep, Until you infuse
she kisses me madly; my love
But when I hold her again, that dies
she repeats the exercise. in my heart,
Until you redden
my cheeks
with your
burning lips;
Until you warm
my heart
with your heat or
set me free to die.
94 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 95
Since ! She Steals?
how could she
Creation...
hug me
occurs suddenly,
breathes silently, without being
grows calmly, in my arms?
moves slowly; how could she
Where as... kiss me
Destruction without burning
errupts dangerously my lips ?
sounds loudly, How could she
destroys fiercely, whisper
affects widely; whithout speaking
Choice is ours, in my ears ?
because life is ours, perhaps, she
Let us forget war, steals my
Since peace is ours. everything
in my dreams.
Awful
destruction an awful
source of learning and
new beginning.
96 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 97
Since ! She Steals?
how could she
Creation...
hug me
occurs suddenly,
breathes silently, without being
grows calmly, in my arms?
moves slowly; how could she
Where as... kiss me
Destruction without burning
errupts dangerously my lips ?
sounds loudly, How could she
destroys fiercely, whisper
affects widely; whithout speaking
Choice is ours, in my ears ?
because life is ours, perhaps, she
Let us forget war, steals my
Since peace is ours. everything
in my dreams.
Awful
destruction an awful
source of learning and
new beginning.
96 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 97
Is it not so ? Good Or Bad!
No such place
Leaving someone
in this world where
is difficult than
Joy and sorrow
loving someone,
meet together
except...
hugging someone
a human body,
is difficult than
a human soul;
feeling someone,
kissing someone Same Way
is difficult than
dreaming someone, When something
happens good,
envying someone I know there may be
is difficult than something bad
possessing someone, behind too;
hence remain prepared
protecting someone to fight back the worst
is difficult than in same way
killing someone. I embraced the best.
98 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 99
Is it not so ? Good Or Bad!
No such place
Leaving someone
in this world where
is difficult than
Joy and sorrow
loving someone,
meet together
except...
hugging someone
a human body,
is difficult than
a human soul;
feeling someone,
kissing someone Same Way
is difficult than
dreaming someone, When something
happens good,
envying someone I know there may be
is difficult than something bad
possessing someone, behind too;
hence remain prepared
protecting someone to fight back the worst
is difficult than in same way
killing someone. I embraced the best.
98 l K.C. Sethi Bleeds In Black l 99
Surrender In Toto
When her loving soul
generates
spontaneous fire
of lure,
of love,
of lust
in my heart,
in my body;
I just surrender
before her
in toto;
to let her decide
the action
the way she likes
to avoid
bursting of flames
eruption of volcano
that may burnt us
alive.
100 l K.C. Sethi
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