Tag Archives: Hope

She

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.

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Bleeding Words

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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

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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.

Dull Lines

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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.

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.

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?”