It feels bad!
It really feels bad when a person, might be your friend or no more a friend, who used to write sense starts writing plain words. Words which are just words, without any story in them without thoughts, and without life. I feel sad!

Confession
Hi Readers,
I havent left this blog, just that I took bit of a time to gather a part of me, prepare me and move ahead. Nile wont end, its one of the best of my creations so what I thought is that I'll give nile a new direction with novel endeavours. Wish me luch, I need them.

Shayani

Concluding NILE

That you part myself, from me

Reap the harvest from my knowledge-tree

Charm'd, in dark-drunken sleep

Awaken'd, to the faltered tears I weep

Now, I bear you as a bitter fruit

I pluck and unpluck you from thy root

That, now my resolve gives me solace

Now, I'm ready again to face

To feel my mind's trace

To knowledge and embrace

To breed purpose in my race

That , your shadow rise to fall

My conscious mind turn away from the wall

My life is purer than yours

My tongue has drained the trouble dry

Now, only verses can bleed cures

Even my alter-ego ceased to pry

Drug my memory

Let my past free

My future light is repose

Leaving behind a promise unclosed

No more fears can do me wrongs

My soul created a nest, where it belongs

Here, I see my satiating mind - fly

There, you still stand with your accomplished lie.

Inspiration

(I owe this post to someone I havent seen, met, conversed with ... I could not post my comment in this person's blog, as am handcuffed by sanity.)

I crave a voice
With a sprinkle of fluted noise
Because I bear death everyday
From this life to another
Because life has delivered an infant
who grives, cries, and rants
This death advanced a life
A life when voice speaks
Through living crevices and creeks
Speech breeds confusion
Yet, speech addresses a way
shows the light of day
Like an infant in labour
It breaks the walls of a silent womb.
Old defences fail,
As the new wears out its shell
Because I felt horror over me creep
When death comes to me
As a fleeting sleep
Satisfied and shattered,
Fulfilled and destroyed,
Half the night, I waste in sighs
The other half in dreams, I sorrow
Yet, I crave a voice
Beyond these earthly noise
As Men are words spoken
And Women silences - kept

Atonement

This eve I take him home, my dear friend
In hand and minds with me
Never my blood so warm they ran
So sweet a desire, silenced on and on

When the veil of sleep, covered my past
His words spoke, to spell a cast
My eyes were tired
As night grew old
Yet, I held on to the words he told

My knowledge knocked,
To open my conscious lock
Yet, my young life wanted to freeze this time
Perhaps for breathless heart
Perhaps for this crime

My night did fade
My heart grieved for the farewell he bade
Hauted by my starry head
I think of him, who stooped on my life
My dream! O! Dream of bliss
Life of your life, will you never answer this?