Angel of Sleep

Angel of Sleep:

I am angel of sleep,

I am convoy of peace,

I worship the practice rooted very deep

I cast spells on your eyelids.

I spread magic dusts of solemnity,

I erase the pains of humanity,

I tear up the scrolls of stress

Amid such death race!

I am the permanent strain on work,

I coax you into sleepwalk;

I am an envelope of serenity,

I am an open letter to tyranny.

I bestow you some rest,

I want to keep you ahead.

I won’t let you get lost,

In of life’s merry-go-round.

I am invisible ink on your eyes,

I won’t let your dreams die,

I want you to touch nap’s vibe.

I want you people to shine,

After waking up from lullaby’s chime,

I blot your tears of agony,

I upset the hymns of monotony,

In my world anytime is nap time,

You can traverse the sands of time,

After taking a little nap.     

Loving a Criminal

Loving a criminal:

Everyone calls him a criminal,

They want to arrange his funeral,

Policemen call him, ‘beast of nocturne’

He is my prince charming of diurnal

His love for me is unconditional.

I have seen his bleeding body,

I have erased his sweats,

I have seen his smiling face,

Even in disgrace.

I’ve seen him dealing with bullets,

I’ve fed him water from Brooklet,

I’ve seen him standing still,

On top of mourning hill.

He is the angel of my strive,

He’s drunk the poison of life,

He’s worn the crown of thrones,

He’s tolerated the wounds of guns;

He is wounded with streaks of swords,

He has an identity amid the crowd.

He is tagged as smuggler,

He carries a dagger,

He has made my heart dance,

He is the king of my new dawn!

I’ve seen his passionate eyes,

I’ve seen his face is shaking candlelight,

He got drenched in the rains only to see me,

He got soaked in sweats to save enemies;

He is the deserted soul of society,

He is the maimed song of almighty.

He is tagged as a robber

They've robbed his pleasures,

He is always in danger.

His love rains on me,

He adores my cheeks

He kisses on my eyelids,

He is a boy next door,

When he adores.

People only look at his crimes,

They overlook the agony’s chimes,

Once, they ignored a crying li’l boy,

They were busy, on the way,

They relished on burgers of ‘subway’

They didn’t care to give him food,

He just roamed around the roads.

He has told me his tale,

His mom was a pros,

And his dad was a pirate,

He is the result of peculiar union.

He wants to wear the shirt of a good boy,

He desires to be a sweet lover boy,

He badly wants to remove the stigma,

He wants to be dazzled in new enigma.

Our society is very cruel,

It loves to see him gruel,

It loves to see his dreams shattered.

Till, I want to make him believe on himself,

I hate crimes, not the criminal,

I hate sins, not the sinners,

He is my ultimate lover,

I am always there for him to look after.

Autobiography of a Lollipop

I am an Alpenliebe lollipop. Since my birth I've known myself as a branded lolly who is quite elite in the family of other lollipops. People call me Anti-boring pop and that really makes my day. It is bizarre to compete other chocolates but I am always ready. I can't think myself any less than anything or anyone. If I denounce myself, I won't make myself elite enough in my life. It is my life, I will do anything to make it large.
I know it is very ridiculous to have an aim for me. My life will end as soon as someone will start popping me.
I don't know why lollipops are always associated with children. I know children love to slurp us holding the stick but we're for all...at least I am for all. If elder ones pop candies day and night, if they bite choco balls all day long, they why not lollipops? This notion is changing slowly; some people now dare to slurp lollipops, but they're very less in number. I love to be pampered by elders.
I know I am nothing but a head and a stick tale, but I too have a story to tell. I was born by a branded Italian candy company. I was marketed after two months of my birth. My days on candy shop was so fine and fabulous. I used to live with other candies.
One day, a child bought me. It is more like his mom hose to give him a "me." I saw the child was quite busy to pop and slurp other candies. He didn't even put me on his candy box. I am a lollipop and I need to be needed. By this way, I started to spend my days. All the candies and chocolates were polished off from the box, but none cared to pop me. They thought, I'm too beautiful to be popped. They decided to keep me for ages.
One day, all on a sudden, a teen age girl decided to give me to her teeny weeny boyfriend. I witnesses the bonding made because of me. My cup of joy really overflowed that day. but the boy too, didn't love me enough to eat me. He kept it inside another box. It really made me gloomy and sadder.
Why didn't anyone eat me already? Am I that bad? Or am I too good? I don't know.

Propitiated Poppy (GxGxB)

A Stalker

A stalker

I am stalker at night,

I am smooth talker at daylight,

I am a loner to everybody,

I am not n façade of somebody

I love the talkative salesboy,

I talk to that homeless boy

I console the refugee girls’s baby,

I don’t live in someone else’s body.

I see the drunk man toddling at night,

I see a new boy drinking in moonlight,

I see a deserted person waiting for death,

I can’t see angels coming to save us from hell.

I behold the street prostitutes,

I behold their colorful boots,

I gaze at their beautiful faces,

And I choose to ignore their dresses.

I wink at the adulterous boys,

I hiss at those armorous men,

I love to see the crispy women,

Looking for enjoyment.

I witness the revelries like a worm

I want to string like a moth

I can’t live with such discrimination

The world is scrolling down to destruction.

I befriended the boy who left home,

To deal with parents homophobe;

I want to take him home,

But he believes in his dreamboy, to come.

I watch the sleepy taxi-driver,

They’re road-rovers,

They love to confess their first love,

They’re quite crazy about new love.

I listen to the horns of private cars,

I perceive the humming inside the cars,

I just imagine things happening,

Behind the closed doors.

My eardrums hate the hullabaloo of casinos,

I shut my eyes watching the neons,

I observe children searching leftover food of Domino’s.

I am loner on the streets,

My eyes can’t ignore the things,

I love to do the original sin.

I see the silence of good people,

I hear the shouts of goons,

I wait for the new dawn.

Still it turns out to be an old one;

Old wounds, old folks, old matters,

Every dawn becomes same as earlier,

Still, I live by hope,

Amid the darkness of despire,

Not to lead the world towards destruction!!