He stared away, as the world moved around him,And he rotted inside as he could not bear, The needles boring into his soul, The pricks of a mind desolate. He tried and tried, to get away, But the ghosts haunted him all day, And when the voices finally stopped, His walls broken, himself uncorked. He was bare to the world, Open to pain, and all hurt, And the reapers came and slashed across, The darkening core this man had got. And the fatal miscarriage inside him, His…read more
Warning: I wrote this while on a bus on a trip with friends to Coorg, amongst a busy cacophony, so it might not upto the mark, but eh, here goes. Sitting in a bus riding along, my thoughts travel alongside. Racing ahead, they seem to always come back to where I am. Even after piercing through the veil of time, they move forward back to where I am. My friends and I revel in the simple joy of companionship. No one speaks, because there is no need to. The songs…read more
“You are mad”, It has been said, When times are bad, and great plans are being laid. Scoffed by all, Even the common folk, The madman is, When he uses his yolk. For in their own small homes, Unthinking beyond, They do not see the mind flown, The genius spawned. For the madman is unlimited, unbound, By the bonds of the lot, And once those concerns deleted, The madman hatches his prodigious plot. Such outrageousness, shocks many, But in the end, After the death of cacophony, The madman has made…read more
It’s hard to be young nowadays.We have no revolution, no war.No plagues, and no dictatorship.There’s nothing new, because everything ends up being a copy of the copy of an idea that someone else has already had, a long time ago.Religion doesn’t hold us anymore.Neither does morality. We simply face life, and carving it, deal with it and with the people around us.And for me that has become an impossible task.I’d rather have problems like those at the beginning, where it’s easier to deal with, because we know what we are…read more
O fair lady of Mazomer, how hast though changed me so?From the cold, hard guise of a marauder, how has though made me a gentle doe?For gone are the days, when I was steel.Entering perilous frays, heart unmoved by the most eerie squeal.Now a weak mortal I am,In this bestial world a lamb.And after all this dis-spiriting wrought,Why do you leave me in this Hades to rot?
In a desert,Reliving the past,The world rolled by,With it’s variety vast. The silence played in my ears,A game with my thoughts.Lost in their romp,I became my ghost. One with inhuman power,I flowed through time and space.Seeing my life flash before me,Myself, I could finally face! The product of a life,Lived hard and wrongly made.One which burned through,Making my soul fade. Making me a lost cause,Forced solitude burdened me,Leaving me astray in the desert,Forever free. A fork came to sight,Like the many faced before.But void of all feeling,I became destiny’s whore….read more
Only for you, my love: The essence of our souls lies in its emptiness.We go out on long journeys just to find the meaning in our lives.Sitting in our own world we go on journeys, almost always failing, but slowly learning.Maybe one day we will find the the one key to ourselves.The plug to our emptiness. Our filing. Our spiritual other half.The magic in our lives, will then be complete and we will create our masterpiece.But maybe sometimes, death, the destroyer of all will consume us before it.And we will…read more