The death of Man

Seeking a home, where I am welcome…
O great world of opportunities, where are thou?
I am waiting on a barren island alone,
Where no one can hear out no matter how loud I call…

This is the time, for the clamor to strengthen,
O friends, where are thou, my so called, brethren?
Finding solace in a trite contrast, in untrue love which stabs my heart,
Stark raving mad… ha ha , a cruel laugh, I am he who laughs…

Fury, Bitter and Mellow both wrapped around a thin dying frame…
Twisting and Twirling around, locked in a swamp of furtive feelings..
Mother have you not seen your sepulchral son,
As he wakes up and wails… at dawn…

I wait to live my new life to the brim…
When shall it arrive, or do I just love to dream??
And till then.. Shall I submerge myself slowly into this abyss of darkness
Of Brazen feelings that built mankind, preacher of the black rites thy harbor….

The blessings of God weigh on me,
Dream of things and they may come to you…
Things I never could imagine have now come true,
The last beacon was far away, a waste of this life, one more day…

I am a subliminal surfer on this stormy sea,
Riding upon waves of morbid tunes and the growling thunder of grave decay...

There is a bright white light that comes from within, it rescues me,
At dawn HE comes and pardons me…
I kneel in prayer and further, I shall now atone my sins,
O Lord of Life, the blood of glorious good still runs in me…

I am a crying child, born again,
Alleviate me, O Great God of my perpetual pain…
I want to learn each joy u gave, And each gift you shower I vow to accept,
Endow me with bliss, Enable me to be, Let me feel…

May the preordained pattern within, this world of infinite dimensions,
Be visible to me, in all its magnificence,
To my eyes, half cleansed, half closed…
Unlock and Open to me, The doors of perception….

A Poem that is an allegory.... for us miserable souls caught in this traumatic life...

We never ever find time to do what we want...do we?

The Myriad Magical Moments of Life...2

This poem is for people who have fallen in love....

A Cute Poem for a Cute Girl: MISSING U…


You changed my world with a blink of an eye,
It is something that I can not deny,
You put my soul from worst to best,
That is why I treasure you my dearest…

You just don't know what you have done for me,
You even pushed me to the best what I can be,
You really are an angel sent from above,
To take care of me and shower with love…

When I'm with you I will not cry even a single tear,
And your special touch chases away all of my fear,
You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile,
And one step better every time you smile…

U were always there to help when I cried,
To bring back my faith that almost died,
Now my life is a dream come true,
It all began when I found you…

Now I have found what I am looking for,
It's you and just you and nothing more,
Co'z you have given me this feeling of pleasure,
Something I had never felt and nor can I measure…

I wish I could talk to you till the end of the day,
But now I'm running out of things to say,
So I'll end by the line you already know,
"I MISS YOU" more than my words could ever show…

To people who complained it was illegible...

THE SCHISM


The time is up and it’s the end of my not so bright day,

The cold silence juxtaposed with the sky, pale gray,

The lack of communication is a mask that hides the pain,

I chuck my soul and conscience down the drain…

Now willing to risk it all for the thrill that pushes me ahead,

The maniacal Mr. Hyde trying to make the most till I am dead,

The mirror of hatred unveils its pallid face beneath the hood of sadism,

I have no fears, for I have already bridged the chasm…

The demons of darkness unleash their fury and rage,

The blood spilled and feelings ripped apart setup the stage,

For the final act of pandemonium,

Good and bad must always maintain the equilibrium…

The bizarre chains of thoughts that eat up my head,

The bold and brave must only chose the path I tread,

It is the only way to be complete, my only respite,

The schism is in me, the light of Lucifer within me shines bright…

At dawn, I lay exhausted and foaming,

Wishing the acts of night would be only be my dreaming,

But I find the stains that adorn my body, the weapons lying astray,

It’s the line between right and wrong that fades away…

p.s. - this is a dedication to the millions of people who know how it feels to have their hearts ripped apart by evil and decadence.

The Myriad Magical Moments of life... 1

Sometimes when you are walking back home, all alone and worried about the fact that when you get home you will be scolded by your mom because of the low marks you got in your class exams, its depressing. But just then, a soft delicate smell of a girl passing you on the road fills your head with dizzying thoughts and you get lost in a world of imagination. Maybe she has a great perfume on or probably she just shampooed her hair, but who cares... Its just the feeling of relief that is so hauntingly beautiful and the way your mind, which was in the pits a few moments back, comes alive.
It is a wonderful feeling to get sad thoughts out of your head and look at the so many beautiful things that perpetually exist around us. Well, to most people they are just prosaic objects which do not impose any relevance on their lives. But to me, anything simple is beautiful. Just like a polythene packet that flies around in the air. It's amazing just to watch it and see it sway gently with the breeze before it gets picked up from the road and begins its aerial journey. It hangs up there a while and then drifts slowly with the wind...

The more we pay attention to the smaller things in life, the more we realize that there is so much to be enjoyed. There is so much to be loved, so much to be learn t from. This piece may seem like some random shit to those of you who cared to read this, but believe me I am not very good blogger and I cant express my thoughts the way I feel them. Because thoughts are thoughts and words are words and there is something that is always lost in translation...

IN THE FOG IT DANCES

A soul wants to run free,

Away from a body it flees,

Twirling through the mists,

Twisting around the trees…

Blood was spilled,

A soul was thrilled,

Another victim to dance with forever,

Tormenting the living,

Provoking the dying,

Ignoring the little children crying…

Neither soul nor compassion,

Shadow is undeniably the new fashion,

Killing without conscience,

Simply for the fun…

Ride forth foul being,

Every shadow could be seeing,

Into your soul,

Every shadow watching,

Waiting for your fall…

And in the fog it dances,

Through the mists it comes,

Riding on the shadows,

Hiding in the gloom,

Singing songs of menace,

Singing songs of doom,

And another victim strays,

And in the shadows it stays,

Until it pounces it is unseen,

And in the fog it dances…

P.S: I dedicate this to the victims of the wars going around all over the world…, I feel for you.