Those Happiness
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
11M ago
Seen enough of this world and its camouflage Nothing propels the heart to seek any mirage I know the destiny of these burgeoning desires My soul has seen their umpteen burning pyres. A pattern to introspect and search faults within And to give my soul’s tormentors, a clean chit Those happiness that these eyes got from you Instilled in me, confidence to change my view. As the realm of mine is confined to tiny aurora I couldn’t confront them, I punish my own aura. And when you arrived as my harbinger of hope I dared to see the vast horizon and its beyond. My mind oft wonders, “From where you cam ..read more
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That Glance
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
11M ago
I often dream of the one glance that you threw at me. And I cherish it as a token of affinity bestowed on me. A cursory look might be trivial, but for me is a big deal It wasn’t just a glance but an acceptance of what I feel. Because in the throng where umpteen jostled my soul It was your glance that lent me some glimmer of hope Often, while wandering in a parched desert of solitude In those miles of despair, one glance stealthily intrudes. And, drizzles the blooms of glee, that assuage my pain In that single glance, I strode miles and relished the rain The loneliness no longer haunts me and I ..read more
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Trellis of Hope
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
11M ago
I close my eyes to envision the trellis of hope And the purple blooms dangling on its ropes Among them, I glance at my mauve dreams They aren’t as vibrant as often they seemed. As if in a long odyssey they lost their sheen Yet it soothes my soul with a solace unseen Seems this life in monochrome craves hues It‘s you who rejuvenates me when I feel blue. Though I aspire to its culmination into reality Some dreams are meant to be just a fantasy Caged forever in the heart’s dark chambers Occasionally sparkling when I go to slumber. Here I relish the life that I had dreamed often Hidden from all, h ..read more
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Unshackled
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
11M ago
Unshackling my this soul from the excruciating pain That you gave me, I stepped out in the drizzling rain I endured loads of abuse hitting me for the last time Years of torment had ended today with a silent reply. I behold the life waiting to embrace me the way I am To all your taunts, insults, and disdain, I give a damn Because you do not exist for me from now onwards I see some happy souls with whom I’ll move forward. In this drizzling rain, in the jovial company of friends My eyes will relish vibrant hues of mirth once again No more endeavors to prove my worth to the world No more desire to ..read more
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Prayer
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
11M ago
My eyes accepted whatever you inked in my destiny No complaints or regrets and any trace of the agony In life’s all crests and troughs, you accompanied me. I oft thank you for being a confidante in this journey All the ferocious hailstorms that I endured in my life Was all because of your divine blessing on my eyes Though the soul often ached to see the vast gloom It was only you, who propelled me to vie for blooms. From the crevices in the dark cloud, I found one ray Holding that string of hope I saw the light of the day When my bereaved soul was seeking slight solace You lend your hand and u ..read more
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Let Your Soul Be Your Confidante
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
11M ago
When dejection creeps into your fatigued eyes Muster up your courage, this is the time to fight If your spirits surrender before life’s adversities You can’t come out of the maze of uncertainties. Life isn’t as complex as the weary mind portrays I have seen thundershowers after the fiery blaze Embrace life with open arms as your companion Then mind, body, and spirit would work in unison. Value yourself, don’t give the world explanations Your journey matters more than the destinations The beauty of life is, it molds itself as we view it It is not too late, change the way you perceive it. Happy ..read more
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The Tempest
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
11M ago
My eyes are waiting for a tempest to sweep me It has been eons; this soul has not traveled free Though the storms distract me, I behold the path To the unnamed destination that this soul wants. The eyes oft implore me to stop digging for faults Let them lead a life that the world says is flawed Sermons falling into ears appear as molten glass Oblivion to all I yearn to slither through the grass. In the mists of gloom when all find themselves lost The trail appears as a serpentine waiting to crawl. I wade through the miry road that ushers my soul And my spirits soar then, it hates the worldly r ..read more
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Sati
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
1y ago
I tremble while counting the eons that passed Even now my soul is imprisoned in your charm Once you had filled roseate dreams in my eyes Still your divine smile hallucinates me at night. All my smithereens are scattered over the earth As the body I immolated, was not of any worth. Why has humankind enshrined my fallen parts When there is a fierce blaze deep in my heart? Lost in the gloom, I see the moon beckons me My soul feels from yonder as if, you called me. Reminiscing about you and our days of ecstasy My soul has been wandering in the vast galaxy. Might be a hundred, thousand, perhaps mil ..read more
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Dreams That You Sent
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
1y ago
Let me sink into the dreams, you sent tonight Perhaps my eyes wish to live one more time The canvas that was blank witnessed a pour Of emotions exuding from a melancholy soul. Spreading its hues haphazardly, around me, My heart palpitates again, amidst this spree In the dilemma of truth entwined with illusion My eyes oft take refuge in melting emotions. A momentary relief to my eyes before it rains An outpour that has crimson hues of my pain But the dreams you sent, appear so strange I feel like they’re oblivious to my presence. Your dreams are the mirror image of you dear Dismayed, I retreat ..read more
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Saint Teresa
The Crimson Book
by manojkrishnan
1y ago
Long ago, a divine savior reincarnated in Skopje As a rosebud that bloomed in an Albanian family When all girls dreamed of the flight of fantasies This little angel chose the stories of missionaries. At the tender age of eighteen, she left her family With a firm resolve, to serve and protect humanity The misery of the destitute manifested her destiny She landed in Bengal and got a teacher’s identity. Soon, to embark on benevolence’s divine journey She decided to leave her job for serving humanity For abandoned she opened missionaries of charity And lit a lamp of hope in the lives of needy fami ..read more
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