Time Traveller

Heard many tales, tall and true,
Travelling through time with encroaching soul.

Among the conundrum of voices,
Searching for mine.
Walking the rails of infinity,
Dwelling upon a time.

Wandering on paths where I have never been before,
There is a blazing comet from the trajectory unfold.

I see other travellers guided by porch lights,
Following the strange entity who longed for an embrace.

This is the sightseeing,
drifting through nebulas in the Primordial soup of universe. ~RS

The heart of bones

Immune to hunger,
Lifeless, still eternal.
The boy run on temporal syntax.

Apathy innards,
Tufted thin skin,
My mind screams for his delight.

A heart beaten by hunger,
Barefoot, enough did he roam.
Tea lunches the belly of his mind.

- Rahul Srivastava

A Mother

Talking to the mellow tree,
The chirping of the birds about their mother mount up to the skies.
For the greatest treasure I have known,
The steadfast love that she holds.
For the wisdom that you have shown,
There is my faith that beholds.
Sixth age shift,
The transition that drifts.
You saved me from the trunmoil of happenings.
The pleasant memories
Of inspirational songs,
The love that you still impart,
I adore you for all I have.

- Rahul Srivastava

Somewhere down the lane

A friend  a lover then a stranger,
A myth has fallen so ample in itself.

With careless ease,
Smile around the bliss,
May you blossom like a queen.

Following her gaze,
As water cuddle those fishes,
The time swings with easy wings.

- R.S

The Will

Come in home
The Sterner faithful stuff was wept

The ambitious Kingly crown
Disprove the rightly reason

Against the world
Hearts and minds speak

Honorable men
Hear the testament of rich legacy blood
It will enflame you

Compel me to the will on a Summers evening
As this has flourished over us
The dint of pity kind souls
will steal away your hearts 

BlackOut Poetry - Julius Caesar ACT III

On One Quiet Dusk

With one bright blue star,
the dusk painted sunset on the mountains.

The night was about to come,
the shadows parted in the Eclipse.
With the holdings of colors which was never decided,
the white cloud encircled in the poetic rings.

The quiet turned noisy,
The nithjars flew with the sharp air.

The King & the Scars on his heart,
always chanted the subtle name.
The whole immortality intrenched,
over the golden streets of Heaven.

Into the depths of the sea,
a wandering soul was lost in the infinity.  ~R.S

The Leaf

Gently into the night,
when stars beckon you,
he was dreaming on a silent note,
deep into the blanket.

With the pauses of brewing imagination,
hallucinating over his stripped identity,
he was turning into a new leaf.

In the forest of the lions,
between the thunder & lighting,
the leaf soaked all the vulnerability.

The leaf was still green,
the journey it has to make,
was obliged to the nature's stake.