Category: Sonnets

What Brought Us Here?

Have ever thou enquired what brought us here?
This place with no end seems fraught, strange, and odd.
The stars at night witnessed do not appear
at morning when the Sun above glows hard.

Love Blind, Love Fantastic

‘Thou fell for a lad as young as thy son,
knowing quite well he may not love thee back.
‘Oh! In love fine all!’ thy sung in the sun
whilst I kissed thy lips, my seat a black rack.’

When I Look Into Your Eyes

I when look into your eyes vivacious,
Behold I all the airs you did cultivate.
I mind days those you were bit flirtatious,
at times hark back to those nights intimate.

If I Were a Bird

Were I a bird, would I sure fly that high?
As high as eyes yours can now see, my mate.
And from above would I see this sea’s fate?
That flows illumined by the stars in sky?
Do you think I would find out what is sly
by seeing through the sky, the strange estate?
Or ween do you that I just might predate
With wings that could engulf the worlds too nigh?

Sushant Singh Rajput, Drugs, and Fake Media

This country needs no men who’ve got no spine
to talk about issues concerning all;
So all who have just played around too fine
should now say, ‘Pardon us’ to mend their line.

The Procrastinator

You look at me with what I call a smirk,
And your thoughts are kept hidden from my soul.
These are the thoughts that deep within just lurk.
Is there a thing that might just make them whole?

To Krishna, With Love

The worlds fourteen In You Quite Finely Dwell,
Of all the causes You’re the only cause;
Will You what’s true come forward now and tell?
So I may quick unlearn what’s known as false?

Mind Thy Mind

Wherefrom do thou get those thoughts, thou must state.
And all the mind reminds itself be known,
for they may help protect from all unknown;
Thus keeping thee content at any rate.

The Fall

What suggests autumn’s beginning you think?
Time when leaves assume hues more than seven.
Green turns orange, black, red, even dark pink.
Having tea with bun is purely fun when.

What Love Made Me

When spluttered thou hard did not self take heed?
Remember this self calmed thy nerves quite soon.
In thy book you thought this self had no need;
But love suppressed made self a wholesome goon.