This unknown night...

......!#   This poetry is one of the beautiful emotions i experienced,in my dream.It is about a night where i was gallivanting
with all emotions on the surface,and this beautiful lady comes in sight.
this short poetry will be one of the ,of few short poetries to come about various  experiences
about similar dream on various occasions....#!


this wonderful night has pale emotion

me in the streets of  love,drama and liquor
all my time in sepia i file
history is present ,unknown streets i dial
she lays her liquor down
under beauty of this french sound
she reminds me of someone
adamant memories do not pop up
i know she is an unknown,
my unknown.
whole night amidst french song
sailing my eyes ,gazed upon
fire beneath the curtains of desire
pearls of my love,vague sight of a liar
rains of those memories,my women you are true
holding a faith,cities night i walk a mile
to open my eyes on this wonderful night!

-Rushikesh(elrussa)-

Life in a drop

(This poetry is pure depiction of life...one can relate.)





under the chaos of this beautiful life
i stand amidst the meadows,
far reaches of it,
unknown distances to feet.
confusion of a seeker,lies within thee
charms of the enchants,
feet driven to woods
confusion and fear of vast abyss.
human , a hypocrite,so am i..
i don't believe in you
yet i imply you.
guide me oh mighty!
to my awaiting dreams
daubed under abstracts of my life.
grotesque to your eyes
like smudged toffee.

don't taste it,

don't touch it,

with all taste i will clamber a feet

yes i will clamber a feet!

--Rushikesh (elrussa)--

PLAY

                   [these lines depict the anxiety of an actor before the curtains go off]

Beneath the silence of a play,
Uprise of applause has a say.
Would it disseminate lided misfortune?
Or char my dissatisfaction,my life in tune!
Hours of emotion poured in.
nocturnal to diurnal vigil
Silence touches clod,it is so wet
Mould me my destiny!
Tell me, what is my fate?

               --RUSHIKESH {elrussa}--

SULLEN MAN

violin plays the memory of bruises

tint of blue on shiny overcoat from closet

a sullen man with glass,half empty atlast

with a greyline and specks,

listening to his wife's lament

grautesque daubed mask of the face

heaving sigh for something else

it's all papers around in silent room

to catch one on thousand he looms

what he wants is all perished it seems

tracking a path with shroud,which he redeems

speaks of his unreligious beliefs.

clamber upward,clumbered him

in tryst of success , dreams got entwined

lost amidst haze of his rebound choices

he shudders awake and swithches on his eyes

it's the old manor with dreams behind

where violin plays the "memory of bruises"

--RUSHIKESH [elrussa]

PENDING ASSIGNMENT..

              {  These lines came to me in series of emotions.To tell you frankly they 

still pop up!

                This poetry is very short.It tells about a particular moment ,where i 

feel a need to achieve something,that i am destined to .But what is it?is still an enigma!}

life,where have you taken me?

pending assignment within thee,

of an unknown chord,

i seek a peep.

dramatic of a fallen lie,a silence keep.

my word,my toss!

tumbling upon the signed glass.

succumbed yet another pawn

in disguise of dusk to dawn.

what is my pending assignment?

tell me!

what is my pending assignment?

                                     

                                           --RUSHIKESH  {elrussa}--