The Being, I

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I; just I;
A being stuck in void,
I; just I;
Searching for Identity;

There is stuff,
For me to comprehend,
Yet there is a hunger,
‘A Desire’ hard to apprehand,

Everything is so simple,
So clear, so transparent,
Yet the more I observe,
Bigger and bigger it gets,

I will stop, No more,
I will wonder, No more,
I will fight, I will strive,
For this is to survive,

I; just I;
A being stuck in void,
Being me;
Is the only Identity;

Path Of Warrior

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With the fresh breeze Comes the spring .
Moist Morning mist with hope it brings .
Soon it will be time for summer to Come.
Crop will ripe for season to Come.

The Siege

Distant dark clouds I see.
Signs of monsoon , No it Can’t be .
In the time ashes fell .
In dark red water we bathe .

The Journey

It feels like the darkest night.
With no moon just stars to guide.
Yet I await for destination to arrive.
With the revenge , all over my mind.

The Fallen Ones

Through the desert I make my path .
Crushing remains of those who dared to walk .
There is a storm standing in my way .
Beyond is where monster rests .

The Fiery Crucible

I enter the liar of volcanic beast .
It spits lava right on me.
Silenced music , Revenge cry I Unleashed .
A long battle I must have been .
With the beast I fell in fiery pit .
Love didn’t melt me; Heat did.

Her

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She is calm,
Holding her gaze at the grass,
She smiles,
While moist buds scratch her paws,

She looks back,
A time perhaps she recalls,
Open arms, She breathes,
A familiar scent as it falls,

She is close,
She is vivid,
A little bit further,
Yes, she is there,

Those wet palms,
Tiny drops sliding under,
Behind this silvery curtain,
It must be her,
It has to be her.

I, The Knight

 

I, The Knight in rusty armor,
I, called hand of devil,
I, Ripper of thousand souls,
I, the certain ticket to hell,

Came the braves, came the hoards,
Came with maces, came with swords,
With their steps, earth did quake,
Songs of valor, proudly they sang,

The sleeping dragon was awakened,
And that’s when it all happened,
Single spark in a forest spanning miles,
Remained a sea of fire, only thing left in sight,

They cried, they ran, they yelled,
One by one, their end they all met,
Bearing the sins of one and all,
In ocean of red nectar I remained,

Despair comes to me, crawling from afar,
Where is my sanity, it always asks,My knighthood, my pride, is my identity,
I, The knight in dull armor, to end is my duty.

Words : Reality

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Reality, what is it?
Cruel to commoners,
Paradoxical to wise,
A Gift to optimist,
A burden to pessimist,
A creation to theist,
An awareness to atheist,
A ray of hope to child,
A tangible string to old,
A path to light for seeker,
A dark abyss to the lost,
And then here I am,
trying to wrap it up,
Just two words, two simple words,
“What Now?”

War Of Despair

In the loop once again,
Yes I am, yes I am,
Searching for the reason,
Where the is just one; Yes I am,

I thought it as a current that flows,
No its not, it has never has been,
Is it a path set for each to follow,
Is it not, remains yet to be seen,

I used to fade in dreams,
Whenever the night fell,
My dreams fade in night now,
Did my hope just fell,

I would be soon in Armageddon,
Sitting on corpses would be me,
Come love before its too late,
Because dear only you can save me.

Am I What I Used To Be

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Am I the man I used to be?
Have I gone too mad?
Or am I just stuck to my bed?
Have I lost the touch I had?
Or is it just the way of fate?

Am I dreamer I used to be?
Have my imaginations reached their limit?
Or that I just stopped to think?
Have my senses grown too weak?
Or that my conscious fell before me?

Am I the lover I used to be?
Have my heart lost that fire?
Or is it just lost of fulfilled desire?

Have my life lost it’s very colors?
Or am I in heavily vivid oblivion?