Lucifaus

Ambitious soul of Marlowe,
And the jealous spirit of Milton,
sought after the sensuous.
One was tempted by human thoughts;
And the other tempted the Edenites.
Like the man with waxen wings;
surfeited the falls from heaven.
Tales of jealousy spotted;
by the blind prophet in twelve books.
Story of damned soul amplified;
by the Canterburyan in five acts.
Faustus, thy name sounded high in universities,
but reduced with necromancy.
The archangel once the light bearer,
transgressed diabolically,
and reigned the hell with fallen rebels.
And the two met outside
the creator's locus with grief.
" O traitor,  you deceived  me
with your minstrel's magic,
and stolen the heavenly bliss
thus, I lost my soul."
The sobbing Faustus appealed Prince of East
And the old morning star retaliates:
"I defied God and his rules,
thus he throw and deformed me,
And now I am envious to all."
"Your envy, destroyed my soul
Your gifts prompted me
Thus my last yearnings were not heard."
"O Faustus, you undergone hellish fall.
I suffer hellish infections forever.
Adam was infected by Eve's dagger,
but the world still indicts me.
The puritan too was in hesitancy.
I cannot be the villain,
as my flaw was ambition.
The embellished throne attracted me,
And I defied the almighty."
"Marlowe and Milton portrayed us;
to teach the throng of vicious acts,
Punishment acts as a lesson."
"But it is ironic, Faustus
I can spell my temptation still,
Minstrels are singing the notes of our sigh,
But the subjects are behind the pleasure.
Thus I can capture many a Faustus,
I will get bloody deeds a more."
Damned soul and the Arch-enemy
together peals for all wretched beings.

Solved dilemma😢😭

Like Frost in yellow woods
I too was once in a dilemma.
I took my haven for travel
But now I contemplate;
my choice as wrong.
When obligations conquered my spirit,
I heard biased voices from myself,
and thus I put myself in hell.
The hell ignites prejudiced lamp.
And I am caged in hell alone
without joy and peace.
Despirited and unarmed I;
rests alone in the throng,
with desperate heart.

The moth-stricken book

Moth-stricken book is past,
but it paves way for posterity.
The recorded ink may stain,
but never vanishes from text.
Difficult to decode the signs,
but the symbols can foresee.
Scribbled letters are numerous,
but the pages are not enough.
Myriad colours filled the pages,
which includes darkness too,
and duplicates can be seen too.
But the moth-stricken book
is now floral scented with love.
And I wish it not to fade, 
and to mediate with me always.

Master of soul

Thou, my master
And I serves you.
But I am a master too,
And its over me.
And we have a master,
who resides abode,
who can create and destroy us.
He is the master of soul,
who found us,
And given multiple identities.
We call him by many names,
But he is the truth,
And nothing matters

Ode to an alcoholic

Your journey to the dispensatory,
paves way for your visit to dispensory.
You passion for liquor,
will change you to the drugs.
You will fill your tummy with booze,
And then appoints a physician.

I am Janaki

I am Janaki whose name,
can be heard and sung,
in Ramayana as the better half.
I am the baby,
who was digged out,
and enthroned in Mithila.
I am the bride,
for whom Lord Rama,
bowed his arrow.
I am the mother,
of little crouncha birds,
who questioned their father.
I am the woman,
who accompanied the half,
and detained by the half,
in the same wild forest.
I am the woman,
who ensnared agni,
to prove the chastity.
I am the woman,
who embraced mother Earth
with tears for dignity.

Grand old mango tree

I was a small seed
sleeping under the soil.
I was alone and weary
and expects new friends;
but, my hope was in vain.
I slept for hours near the path.
When the rain came,
I was awakened from my sleep,
and leaves sprouted from me.
Sun came and golden fruits arose.
Years gone and I became,
the grand old mango tree,
which gave you yellow fruits.
I nourished the little kids,
with my sweet smelling fruits
and cool lovely breeze.