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.

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

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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.

Path Of Warrior

The Hope

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

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

 

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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

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?”