Silhouette

My silhouette,
whispers into my ears;
"Light is fading fast,
let me go now."
She smiles when I tell her,
My soul feels the same...

Perceptions

sits a sunkissed frog

On shores of a lake,

suddenly his visons fog,

as he spots a snake

overpowered by fright

he plunges into watery drain

to preordain

that he shall see tomorrow's light

he will come out

again

roams a troubled man

on shores of the same lake,

Heartbroken by pain,

A decision he wants to make

Overpowered by sorrow,

he plunges in self disdain;

he burries his tomorrow,

into the watery drain,

he will come out,

never again.

same plunge

may support

may expunge

the persistence for existence

same water

shows light,

for the smarter.

kills light,

for the departer.

The River Of Tomorrow

I'm cruising fast,

with upright mast,

towards the river of tomorrow

one dip may,

cleanse away all the sorrow;

of my today,

of my past.

stagnant waters of the past,

vapid thoughts of decay;

quickly give way,

to infallible aspiration,

the adjuration for ablution.

the aspirations untold,

for a resurgent hope,

for a resurrected soul.

The untethered sea roars

like a brutal hound's bay,

illusions give way,

to reality

to mortality

to the stormy savage sea,

of today

each whipping wave,

lacerates my existence;

each effort of persistence,

leaves a mark behind,

on my body,

on my mind

my mind wonders

as i wriggle with pain;

why,This sea of today,

so asinine,

so insane,

lies ahead of the river of tomorrow?

so pristine,

so arcane.

a mirage thou must be

o river of tomorrow

as in this stormy sea

no end i can see

to my misery

to my sorrow

turbulence and trepidation

rescind,

as the lightening flashes,

across the sea,

across my mind.

mind jolts back to realism

illusions slowly fade

river of tomorrow

you are a mere facade

from creation to cremation

I shall call this sea my home

never will come tomorrow

never will that river flow.

That never was( volume1/2)

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The Crow

silent he sits

perched on a freshly dug grave

black as ebony& devoid of gestures

his wise eyes say something

nonchalant he sits

foreboding catastrophe

and savors the funereal gloom,

broken wills and decrepit souls

like a sage he sits

as his eyes twinkle in moonlight

he can sense a funeral procession coming

to claim their right on this freshly dug grave

he knows as he sits

that there are legions more to come

as more and more earth will get unearthed

this place will turn into a mausoleum

he smiles as he sits

there would be another war

this time not between 2 nations

instead it would be for claiming burial ground

he will be sitting here forever

along with his friends

will talk of the day

when human race came to an end

Empress of Carpathia (pt 2)

Born a shallow man

A hedonistic soul

My life was in vain

In this temporal mould

It was one fine day

you graced my dream

made me change my way

gave a chance to redeem

I got my falsehood slain

Yes, I embraced apostasia

To cut my mortal chains

I have come to carpathia

Snow bound meridian spell

A glorious manifestation

this is where I'll dwell

From creation to cremation

Empress of carpathia

The wine of Gods,the nectar of bliss

Empress of carpathia

In musk drowned forest she lives.

Empress of Carpathia( pt 1)

With the dawn of black night,
My pulse sways.
Like a rock standing upright,
Your promise stays.

My somnolent eyes,
Forage your presence.
'neath howling misty skies,
I long for your essence.

Under majestic harvest moon,
I hear wolves' serenade.
yearning to meet you soon,
churning waters I wade.

empress of carpathia,
the goddess of mystic,seraphic &free.
empress of carpathia,
why hast thou called for me?

Bewitched I wander,
This pine invaded land.
these streams I flounder,
This wait I cant stand.

Empress of carpathia,
an unearthly presence profound.
empress of carpathia,
I have been left spellbound.

Abominations

Crimson winds,
Creeping death,
Raining blood,
Future laid to rest.
Heavens fall,
When everytime we die.
These things are bleeding me,
All nightmare long.
Horrified visions fade to black,
But the memory remains.
The perversions of pain,
Being needled 247.
The thing that should not be.
The past is like a funeral,
And remorse is for the dead.
From the oblivion,
Burning our ashes,
Again we will rise.
It’s all within our hands,
Crushing the scepter,
Let’s regain our lost dominion.
Terrorists, be petrified,
‘cause our redemption lies in your demise.
Let the revolution begin.

Thirteen Autumns

Autumns of my life,
The perennial fall;
Demons of the past thrive,
Bitter memories howl.
Mind entombed within closed doors,
Expressionless and full of hate;
Life becomes a melancholic moor,
Sorrowful and desolate.
Reminiscence of the fall,
Mourning winds blow;
Pale and grey mist wall,
Engulfs your shadow.
Life signs get bleak,
A chapter is over;
You wail your last sigh,
The heartbeat gets slower.
Wrinkled leaves,
Fall before your eyes;
Farewell time,
It's time to say goodbye.
Elegy painted funeral,
A momentous leap;
Anguish ephemeral,
Then a blissful sleep.