Everything '2' Everyone Sells Here…

From a priest who tries to sell…
The wisdom about heaven and Hell…
To a bawd who resorts to sell…
Her body and her soul…

Everyone plays cynical role…

One sells Material and the other immaterial…
Morals and ethics left long in a burial…
Regardless, all goods so surreal…
It’s all done and said…

Life is still good, coz without it we'd all be dead…

No matter how the much blood they smear…
They grow thirstier as the leer…
From all this I can make out clear…
It’s all about the money dear…

Everything '2' Everyone Sells Here…

-Rajkiran Jagapathi

Why I wrote "What would one do..."

People have been asking me to write about the inspiration behind my poems. So I decided to scribble some thing about my poems and why I pen them. I write anything and everything that inspires me, that explains the reason why I have named it “Mystique Tunes”. I understand all my poems have been a little bent towards gloomy part of life; I cannot point you to a reason why I have them like that. The reason can be just the state of my mind or you can just say that this kind of poetry is my “Forte”. However I have also managed to write some of the poems that are inspiring, these are the little words that I tell myself when I am down.

“What would one do…” Is a produce of my state of mind for the last two days!!! This goes a long way in affirming that these were clearly two of toughest days in my life... Things seemed unlikely and I never felt more helpless in my life. But I was able to pass through these days thanks to my Love, friends and most importantly my Courage. I hope you like it!

Thanks all!!!

Love,

Rajkiran Jagapathi

What Would One Do...

If your own plays foul…
If your own slays your soul…
What would one do...

When dreams turn shallow…
And desires shape hollow…
What would one do...

When faux prevails…
While verity derails…
What would one do...

Want to unlock death locked in a manor …
And to resign to the life of dishonor…
What would one do...

When life’s like a gravid everyday …
You grow helpless with every sway …
What would one do...

There is mad rush in your every nerve…
You have no choice but to kill the verve…
What would one do...

What would one do...
What would one do...
Other than waiting for these pangs to pass through…

- Rajkiran Jagapathi