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The traditional demise-sudden outcries,

Upon colorless world, forever they lay,

I realize,life has become -

Sea of dry bones and dirt of sweat.

Final moments carnal-wind blows over,

Incessant graveyard stretch so far-

Hope's silent song so threatening,

Manifestation of nothingness.

My eyes cast down to wishes of dust,

I wish to sleep- but never to dream.

One day,here- I will lay,

Embrace the cold stone of my black tomb.

Perception

Sometimes I am dead hope,

A million dreams which lay supine.

A kindergarteners humor,

Drifting aimlessly in time.

Sometimes I am existance,

Carry life afar,

Make way through the toughest instance,

And bloom into another flower.

Figuration of budding life

or pale death-

I wander with strife,

Either for fresh green birth,

Or for an angelic end.

The Me in You

As the years pass,

A hated depart,

A part of me

lingering...In your head,

In your soul

try as hard,

throw it apart,

still I last,

right there...Inside of you,

In your sense.

The memories last,

Eat your heart,

feel my grip,

Invisible... I hang in you,

In your scent.

Look how far,

the mind has flown,

Emotions are seized,

resounding...to turn into words,

Aloud and afar.

Come as ahead,

Try to be splendid,

reflections will threat,

stealing...every smile of face,

past has its haunt.

your every move,

towards being new,

makes you believe,

hallucinating...the everlasting feeling,

you have a presence of me.

REST IN PEACE

Pleasure fully the lines on hand-

Start and end the life as innate.

Like the time in womb-

My province gets roped,

The skin shrinks dry,

Blood chills in the veins,

Breath asphyxiate for imitated chord,

Blue takes the stride.

Abandonment and repose -

Reforms my life.

How similar be ,

the situations of birth and demise!

Yet , both hold an alteration-

A state of liberty,

Assigns their distinction,

One comes with vitality,

Latter endowed by mortality.

BLEMISHED PURSUIT

As I grew up,

I wus told -

that passion is in every soul.

there is a dream that is a mirror,

reflecting the feel of hearts interior.

And every individual has a reason,

to follow or abdicate their vision.

As the road travelled when dream is seeded,

is pain and pother giving speed receeded.

During the scented spring season,

within me sprouted a dazzling pompon.

Its realization made my heart bounce,

sacrifices and tough rebellion-

triggered its rhythm to become ounce.

Cold and nasty winters arrived,

flight of fancy exposed to certainty,

battered to morsels of morbidity,

crippling the intent of my life.

In the bed,with faded light,

slumber howls to materialize,

Somberness takes tears disguise,

Anguish reigned for endless nights.

O Wintry Winds! sing in-depth,

lay a chasm on my demise,

Every gust through leaves,

Say a lullaby.

Help me sleep,

and let me dream,

let me breathe,

Off from this world extreme.

Paleness

the days get older,
the luminescence longer,
I am scared,
to watch this light,
that makes me blind.
And It gets me nervous when,
I know I can get shattered.
Feeling of agony,
search for harmony,
My soul can see the right,
It channelizes my mind-
to make everything matter.


There is a very thin line,
cuticlatious and plasmic,
not sparse and fragile,
thwarts my escape from light!
My ivy shadow stoops,
the throes of its clasp,
run through my trunk-
I am pale and discomfited.


Cold waste of years,
As everyday gets dull and grey,
I want to go to the other side,
to feel better.
The Darkness is void,
and it equilibrates my mind.
taking in the no element,
I asphyxiate,
from the detainment and-
turn into bloodless carcass.
In the world of the dead,
there is no broken asunder.

Your glorious angel,

turns down on his wings,

to have the horns,

of the godfather,

whom treachery hails.

As i sublime,

in the thorns of time,

away from the kinship,

spurt my blood,

castigate my torso,

mitigate the luminous,

commend the obscure.

I am sour and raw,

with the games that sacred play,

Lift me high, with the pride

under fiends foresight.

i drift from the bondage,

hands off the Lord,

spill my guts,without rue,

to feel slimy and cursed.

Lay a chasm on me-

Holy dark Lord,

as I move on with devotion

in your awe.

dont let me moan,

as myself attempts to scorn,

to ridicule mankind .

utter the word of reverence,

to the blasphemy,

I count not ,

in the patronized,

but in the one distrusted.

the ill fates of light,

let my divinity be on fire,

and the ghastly sattire ,

testify pyrrhic vicotry.