Absence of Sobriety...

She let her hair free

and clouds of joy

came pouring down bliss;
over scorched land, over me!

And I died and died,

Again and again

For, she turned around

And there was nothing to see.

In pursuit of bliss and joy,

was the reality traded.
It didn't rain, it was

just the absence of Sobriety.

©Rahul Singh

Love|Lust

A constant argument

A constant discussion

A constant conversation

between me and my conscience

is always in continuation.

Somewhere behind my ears

in deep folds under brain

causing hard;impounding; infuriating pain.

In the courtroom of my heart and brain

Lust argues- What is it that you feel

When in view is she without worldly veils

what is it when she is raw and ready under sheets?

It's lust! It's lust! It's lust

that you feel and pleasure is what u solely seek!

Oh! NO! NO! shouts Love and speaks-

If you had no sense of feel and no sense of sight

would have u left her?

and stayed happily

with all your might?

No if your answer is

it's only love's bliss

It's the blessing of almighty and cupid's kiss

It's love and Love

and only love

for that lovely miss!

©Rahul Singh

Classroom Love..

this one is the second edition of
 "In the Class"
a poem written on a classroom crush..
hope you guys and girls enjoy it...

With the first lecture it begins

The strong bond that I feel

Between me and she,

it lies,

the relationship between the parched land

and monsoon skies

The dark eyes,

holds deep within

the 1 way street

to paradise

With lunch break

I crave, to lose myself to be in paradise

The way snowflakes descend from heaven

to savage the earth

is the way her feet

touches the earth

when from the class

to hostel she walks..

The blooming of the petals

Of the rarest flower

is nothing when compared

To her smiles enchanting power

Rarely do i get close enough

but even a single instant

suffices the proximity

by descending my eyelids

and relishing the waft of intimacy

Someday she'll come to know

or maybe she'll never

but what will that lead to?

will I get her youth to savour?

Answers unknown

to these questions unsure..

but she will be the reason

behind my belief and faith..

of me being sure..
Sure that in her lies my solace

in her dwells my pleasures
in her resides the reason I smile,

a smile that penetrates all my layers..

 ©Rahul Singh

I'm searching for...

For an unforgettable Love

it is bad memory that I’m searching for

For a Dream unreachable

I’ve will but it is the way

that I’m searching for

For the fear of unknown

it is courage that I’m searching for

For every curse showered on me

it is blessing that I’m searching for

For the innocence lost

it is naivety that I’m searching for

For the precious ones I’ve lost

it is a substitute that I’m searching for

For the poison uttered
it is forgiveness that I'm searching for

No doubt, my search is big

but once achieved,

my soul will be at ease..
A place to retire,
would my body be then searching for...

©Rahul Singh

Questions Unanswered!

Why did we in this world cometh?

Why work hard if destiny subsists?

If Pride is a transgress

then how to rejoice the things accomplished?

Love isn’t the cup of tea for young,

lust is forbidden.

Then in whose arms of superintendence

should the young be?

In this world of wealth

greed is the only need

If greed here persists,

in hell after life exists

My conscience adjures-

think of the known and be greedy

or fear the unknown

and be always the one people call ‘needy’?

Why did we in this world cometh

and if we did why with nous?

For mankind, this is the greatest among flaws..

Why did we in this world cometh

with answers unanswered

like in a war, unarmoured!

-©Rahul Singh

Season of Love!

On one monsoonal day,

I entered the suburb;

bits of water floating in the air,

brushing my cheeks,

moving to grave.

But in the mean time,

they do some good,

that no one can,

revive my mood.

Water cluttering the ground,

i love that noise,

kids carrying umbrella,

i love human turning tortoise,

i was relishing my way,

in the eon of drizzles,

in came a moment,

that made my day;

She was walking to me,

her curves unveiled,

through the pall,

the monsoon had drenched her all,

the ecstasy in me had seized it all,

now the monsoon was looking pall,

but it din't let those drops loose their charm,

lucky were those, those drops,

that her body was kissing,

may be i cud live the moment,

those drops were living.

- ©Satyam Agrawal

Psyche!!

I am immortal,

have no day reserved to die,

I am within you,

can't be found even by FBI;

nor I can see,

ain't have a heart,

but I am the emotion,

for pain by every dart,

you love me more,

more than your part,

just because,

I am the soul of your heart,

I make you live,

I make you last,

I made no commitments,

with your body,

and I am not your part;

Will leave you a day,

to catch another prey,

as your body gets worse,

for me to stay,

I don't say sorry,

I have no name,

I live for no destiny,

not for fame,

truly my life has no aim,

I still don't suffer,

in this game,

and my existence is no vain;

I have no size,

nor have a shape,

neither was I  born in some cave(womb),

between these no's,

lies a big yes,

I am something,

Graves don’t have!!

©SATYAM AGRAWAL