Tag Archives: Desire

Weight Of Thousand Souls

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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.

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.

Need is Beauty not Want

stag reflection

All is dark, I can’t see any light here,
All I see is moon’s devil laugh above there,
Suddenly out of my worries, I feel amused,
On my reaction naughty moon feels abused,

Oh yes dear he must be, for what he did to me,
I laughed since he can’t move, just wait and see,
I can’t find light, sure I am very weak due to this,
But I can create fire, to walk through this abyss,

Yet my laugh, my joy all of a sudden is gone again,
Came an old childhood story into my little brain,
Story is quite elegant and simple, full of beauty,
Retell it to all I feel now as my essential duty,

Long back once lived a stag full with sarcasm,
Who only looked at world’s beauty, never the necessity,
Seeing own reflection will praise his beautiful horns,
Cursing his legs at same time, destroying perfect beauty,

Amidst these thoughts he saw wild hounds coming behind,
Ran fast as much he could, took shelter where he could find,
All his beliefs changed, he could saw his legs need,
It were legs that let him from trouble to get rid,

Yet he still was blind towards his beauty, still had pride,
Quickly hounds approached the place, that he used to hide,
He ran again, only to get her beautiful horns stuck into a bush,
He couldn’t escape, it didn’t matter how much he did tried to pull,

See the world the way creator sees O my dear fellows,
Time wouldn’t return back to you once it has gone,
Where you see beauty, see the real beauty of need,
Not the notion of beauty which is sole base of greed.