Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Unknown Visitor

I turned the last page and finished the book,
was surprised how come just a day it took.
I walked towards the balcony to see the glowing moon,
but felt there was something creeping in the attic soon.
Maybe the breeze I thought and turned my back,
suddenly all the books fell from the stack.
I ran and arranged them to their place,
and how come on their own opened up my show laces?
I closed the windows and went to brush,
soon red colored water began to rush.
The brush fell from my hands and I ran to my bed,
couldn't get my mind away from the water running red.
I grabbed the blanket and went into its arms,
closed my eyes and I could only see barren farms .
Suddenly the doors were open and felt someones presence,
maybe smelling swampy was his quintessence .
Long black coat and wet thin hairs,
in the night so dark he wore black glares.
Was he a demon or a assassin?
On the walls of fear my heart began to lean.
He cam towards me,
ruffles black beard and hot fat cigar was all I could see.
His green eyes stared at me,
I could feel weights tied up to my knee.
Shiver was running as long as the Nile,
the car of fear had crossed 1000 miles.
He brought a hand from behind his back
I knew he was ending my life pack.
A long chopper was in his hand,
I knew he would chop the grass of my life from this land.
"Hi..I 'm the unknown and to get you I have come"
this was I could here from his tone full of his booze from rum.
He ran towards me in anger and despair,
now I was gonna be a machine which no one can repair.
"No...no..no..Lord same me ...lord save me!!!"
suddenly there was a heavenly face I could see,
it was my mom with the tea.
Oh lord it was just a dream,
in the sky of joy the bird of my heart beamed.

Who am I?

I am a wanderer in search of love
with a heart like a new born innocent dove.
I think more and talk less
my heart and brain always have chase
heart runs ahead or sometimes
rests on someone's love bed.
Then brain takes the charge
and draws his own collage.

Who am I?
I am a simple guy
who'll write for the world
and finally pen a sweet goodbye.