Chains of world grinding,
In a corner she shivers,
Footsteps burst every now and then,
Like a hammer fall to her heart.

Under the curtains of silence,
Like ages were the years of past,
Day by day, month by month,
Volcano was on rise, each year.

She, the mirror of that is soft,
She, the symbol of that is pure,
She, the feel of that is good,
She, the notion of what is love.

She waits for the torments to end,
She waits for a hand to come,
She looks for a spark to appear,
She hopes for glimpse of that dream.

Break those chains, O dearest,
Lift that curtain, O strongest,
Find the lost self, O beautiful,
For its only us, because of you.

Bleeding Words

When the pain is on rise,
When the skies bleed dry,
During the night fall,
Why does the duty call.

When the sun is high,
And blue is the sky,
Under the curtain of sweat,
Someone at home awaits.

Longer are days,
Shorter are nights,
In the month of December,
Why is there feeling of July.

Left is where it felt so right,
Yet nothing is left to the right,
In conclusion to the mystery of self,
Its not a wonder, that ego dominates.

Weight Of Thousand Souls

There is no beginning, there is no end,
Losing the faith as if made of sand,
Then there is feeling in the heart;
Carrying the weight of thousand souls.

Is it destined, as if a fixpoint rock,
Or is it lucid, like a river flow,
It gets dull every now and then,
Will see the light, don’t know when.

There is much to do,
There was much to be done,
Questions are too many,
There were answers to none.

Enormous efforts, yet no gains,
To see all moving, sometimes it pains,
Waiting for the spark, nights have passed,
To catch the fire, It’s a wonder when it would be.

There it is again,
No beginning, No end,
And again feels the heart,
Carrying the weight of thousand souls.

Breaking Bonds

I was harsh,
You were calm,
I was disappointed,
You were trying,

I was aggressive,
You were cornered,
I was furious,
You were agitated,

I was too rough,
You didn’t smooth over,
I couldn’t help myself,
Could you either?

I was harsh,
Because of softness inside.
I was furious,
Because of fear inside.

I was agressive,
Because of decay inside.
I was rough,
Because I was loosing grip inside.

Yet it all comes to me,
And yet once again I had expectation.
For the first time, I don’t fear losing you.
I am afraid, whether you have lost me?

Dull Lines


I see them blur,
Time goes on.
I see them fade,
Life goes on.

Is the end nigh,
Who knows.
Is there any hope,
Just despair flows.

Senses have gone numb,
Whats there to come.
When is it gonna shine,
While I keep losing my grasp.

Is it the ultimate test,
Or is it the ultimate answer?
Am I the one confused,
Or have I just enlightened?

I saw the colors,
Which are no more.
I thrive while being loved,
Yet the void gets ever bigger.

In The Despair

Lost days,
Missed weeks,
Past months,
What are you waiting for?

Gloomy heart,
Frozen hands,
Static mind,
What is this rigidity for?

Hollow words,
Grimed smiles,
Fake laughs,
What is this deception for?

Empty eyes,
Prolonged silence,
Lost awareness,
What is this emptiness for?

Wake up from dreams,
Walk up to reality,
Come out from the darkness,
O warrior of eternal light.

Castle of Harbinger

dark castle Asrah
Shifting through the shadows,
Amidst formidable terror,
She makes her way,
To the heart of all evil.

Step by step into the void,
Inch by inch with fear and agony,
Pushed by will, into a dark world,
Armed with desire, she is firm.

Venturing where stars don’t shine,
Moon lost forever in clouds,
Sun is blood red, drenched in past,
Yet she presses on, for the destiny awaits,

Glimpses of the elders strike her,
A breeze in the middle of abyss,
Trees amidst far spread desert,
People wandering over the fallen,

And then she snaps out from past,
Confronts the harbinger of death and misery,
Now is her moment,
Moment of truth, moment of revenge.

P.S. – I am trying to write a story line about a girl named Asrah, this is a starting point. I am trying to write in free verse, no rhyme restriction, just plain story, with little saying most left to reader’s imagination.