Acquaintance

The walls of my mind whispered nebulous descriptions.
And the floors echoed them to boundless abstractions.

If creation of living is thy onus, in profound indulgence,
Mother Nature you are inevitably mortals' unflinching acquaintance.

Perpetuating structural expediency to proliferate civilization.
Draping ambiguous disguise to evade ramification.
Profess tenaciously to future, curated histories for acceptance.
Questioning mortals: Are you monsters or orbs audacious acquaintance?

Dwelled within, since souls incorporation,
With fine blending of reflections and dereliction,
Cleverly elucidating destiny's  circumstance,
Conscience!! Are you my friend, foe or a garrulous acquaintance?

But, finally the jingoism of my intellectual eminence,
Confessed that she is a cousin of insanity and not an empirical acquaintance.

CCK

Childhood days

Lying on the grass I see...
Birds flying happy and gay,
I was one among them
During my childhood days
Wandering without clothes
nothing to hide...
Innocent and unacquainted
with the world so wide,
Smiles that could pass through woods and heavy tide..
Bloomed with laughter and never cried..
Smelling of twigs, dung and hay..
I still remember my childhood days
As days began to get hotter and hotter,
My childhood memories began to totter.
Physical and mental changes..
Wondered what happened to my parents only daughter,
And before dawn ….
My childhood had gone....
Now people call me teen,
This is the worst nightmare I have ever seen.
Here I am alone in this city,
NO ONE TO FEEL SORRY NO ONE TO PITY :(

CCK

Outburst of Joy

The logical plays of transvestite powers...

Plugs savoring life to perpetual sours and
when tumid incandescence transcends the fortune coy
Apparent will be the outburst of joy.
When garish echoes are heard in the treasure...
When life's atrocities are ineffable to measure...
If consequent is the downpour of mirth, Oh Boy!!!!
Extravagant will be the outburst of joy.

CCK

Desolate Woman

The room was adequately small,
To hold the pain of one.
Unfolding vast depths of her downfall,
She had nurtured since the long run.
While reminiscing about her melody so tragic,
Over her lain the silence of the night.
Her happiness seemed to have vanished by magic,
A broken heart scorched her,
Like a flame of fright.
Delighted was she a few moons ago,
Illuminating an amorous bond.
But, her beloved desired to forgo,

Her love so unfeigned and profound.
She desired to resurrect,
The yingyang of quiescent love and strife,
But those moments buried in a hollow,
Refused to recompose,
Leaving her desolated in life.

CCK

Perceptions

Words and Words, I paint in my ink

With the brush of pen on this canvas of world.

Myriad hues of hidden, obvious clues,
soaked in juices of life, all sour and sweet.
Warm smiles, tears bitter, some happy moments & sad others,
I mix 'em all in cauldron of my palms, to make u a brew of life.
The exuberance of varied hue,
The fates parody marinated in brew
Paints the ineffable logic of life
and whispers a song forever anew
Like the tears of the air shines as a dew
Like the shredded clothing is mended by sew
Endeavor to swim across the shallowness of life
Pervading smiles allover, returning destiny its due.

CCK

Baseless Thoughts......

My mind goes round and round,

Through paths known and unfound.

Yet so near, yet so far, 
Nothing to salvage, nothing to mar.

Often lost in perpetual quests,
Tiptoeing unsurely into vicious nests.

Wondering, what if all my thoughts pervaded melody.
Would life then be a beautiful song ?
Or a gibberish lyric all gone wrong.

Navigating the labyrinthine,
Striving to clasp all that is mine.
I embarked on an eternal travel,
To decipher my minds marvel.

I ask, is it impossible to be bold,
And stay in tandem while the rivulets unfold ?

Coz my mind goes round and round,
Through paths known and unfound.

CCK

Confusion

Mr. Right or Mr. Left, I do not know,
Neither am I aware of them,
Nor have any interest to show.
Do they really live on earth ?
Or are they a facet of my imagination,
If they do exist, there is a dearth,
Unless subject to utmost fabrication.
However, at times I think,

Wouldn't it be lovely if I could find one
But, a quest which refuses to sink,

Is it possible when there are none.
I wonder what's wrong or right,
I ponder what's in and out of my sight.
Mr. Right or Mr. Left I do not know,
Neither am I aware of them,
Nor have any interest to show.

CCK