Friday, July 13, 2007

PARIAH

Serenity her name, a delusion so tame,
She stood tough times, determined to stand
A salty tear down my mane, seeing the game,
The maiden pitted against the beast.

Softness of eve painted in those colourful cheeks,
Tenderness woven into those sweet hands,
Friendly love pouring from that crimson heart,
She took me by storm and released me into calm.

The gait so careless, emotions so selfless,
Serendipity seemed so faultless.
Anarchy of the soul won over by the calm,
We marched on, siblings in friendship.

Alas! Young Lucifer, you walked again,
Threatening the heavenly beauty with hellish vice
Rupturing emotions with a bargain,
Of vile love that never just would suffice.

Humankind saw forth with eyes so green,
Doubting the emotion that stood so serene,
Polluting it with their inner minds filth,
Torturing the heart with unknown guilt.

Truth does not stand till the end,
Contortions determining the final bend.
Friendship does not stand the test
Which man can’t see, just stand and detest.

I tell thee, Lucifer, I stand with this heavenliness,
Pollute me with all thy vileness,
For the heavens don’t thunder with a cats purr,
But with a roar that makes the vilest stutter.

There ain’t a devil that can beat these bars,
Its heavenly friendship that I stand strongly on,
Come forth with all thy vice and lies,
I’ll stand thee strong through all the testing times.

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8 comments:

lilly said...

hi nithin...long time no c..u write too well..

Princess Banter said...

I love this poem. Especially the line: "For the heavens don’t thunder with a cats purr,
But with a roar that makes the vilest stutter" Worth gold!!!

NITHIN RAMACHANDRAN said...

@princess

thanks for going into the depth of the poem.....appreciate it...

Anonymous said...

That was a good one, nithin

Anonymous said...

Good poem. you write well

ksp said...

Oh man... Poetry... Thats so cool man...

NITHIN RAMACHANDRAN said...

thanks man KSP.....youre been the bro always...

yeah taking a turn into poetry ....love lorn life does that to you ...

havent you heard keats???

when in love...or when torn away from it...you can write a poem on even your mistresses nose!!!!

hehe

keep visiting

Anonymous said...

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