Friday, December 30, 2011
Hypnotic Blasphemy
Last night exorcism, and the flapped wings inside the kindled brain,
Amused the stares of the various onlookers on that stage,
Darling, you’ve set the world on fire, time to fringe the shinning’s and hold on to your refrains.
Demise of the shooting star in the backyard of your dreams,
Run out of the closet because you can only hear the screams,
If the dryness is too much for you to cling on to,
Bulge to the edge of the river of love you've kept hidden, and move into that sweet flow,
Hypnotic blasphemy that’s what you call the events when they turn around facing you,
Forget what you have loved too many times and the colors and the hue,
Snowflakes like the trickling time that ticks in finite infinities of the closed bridges and spaced walls,
Avenge the forbidden savior, your soul, your creed and rise from those many and countless free unwanted falls,
Streets were full of the candies and the cottons and the frills with the fake thrills,
Realize the gravity of the conspiration this world brings forward in front of you to tarnish the reality,
For the rest the shinning’s and the glitters is nothing but a sake of formality,
On the other hand, the beckoned call, mist uncovered from your eyes you can hear the shrill,
Wonder the thunders and astounded blunders that you have made and frisked the time,
Hi, I am you and you can see beyond me, out lasting the shaved grass on the garden of your fort,
Rained and rained and felt like drained, stood out for the mast, the ship has now sailed,
Assassinate the repudiated conventions of the destructively past and let your name be hailed.
A Bagful of Sand
You tend to end up yourself drowned in that narrow drain,
Don’t restrain and muscle out your way out of bewilderment and not refrain,
Hold me let’s get together and walk in that soaking rain,
Circling around the circles that pull out your hair till they screech out every chord of yours,
Picturing the insinuation caused by the heavy desperate call out of your name,
Can’t stand or walk, move behind the back of your shadow that’s all what you think,
Don’t cover your path and move out of the way and make way for all the burdens of shame,
Justify every movement, every revolution you've put against yourself to fight,
It's nothing but a plea to move out in the shades and begin a new unprecedented flight,
Twist the mirror look above and into the sky and give a stare to your eyes,
Chuckle knuckle and brace up you will lead yourself in the tunnel full of light,
Knees weak, bone cracked, head strong, made a great positioning out of the rough foot marks,
Ride it till you can, there always a limit to the end of what you will reach one day,
Boost up, blood shot and high, get ready for everything because they are the sharks,
Light up the deep blue seas and the deep abyss with your enormity and leave everyone in dismay.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Humpbacked
Perfectly cameoflagued, the color wont show its presence neither its efforts,
Rounded and grounded evry step was catious and made out of risk,
Eyes wide open, jotted down every sun ray and the searched for predators in every sand he frisked,
Soon he reached the Oasis, what he thought, turned out to be a moat,
Filled with dirt and dead predators, skeletons, sight, unsighted, could feel the desperation of the throat,
Still walking, what god had gifted him, stradled on, to far unfair visions,
Skin and bones, ripped, but the spirit still high and unknown to the wavy horizons,
Whomsoever you meet, greet and then retreat, are full of surprises and strange misdeeds,
Covering the faces they bear within their shadows is a very well disguised feed,
Move away and not run, because one day you will land up in their own creed,
The world is full of fury and anger, the unrest is the justified soul bearing all but the solid hollowness of thee,
Left alone at the end, no matter what all boundings he may have had,
There was no emotion, no feeling left in him, and couldnt be deemed as sad,
The more he tried the more he fought and the more he felt like lost,
It all came down to meanings and expressions, and the moments in which he used to get caught,
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Touch
forced to, unforcefully, had to touch the ground,
The world had enough room, and I was not the only one,
Better I took the chances and marched on, than to rest and felt undone,
Its not too late, a lot of ground has yet to be covered under these heels,
Met a stranger and life changed, supersonic, I started to feel,
Curtained the prevailing curtailing, and waited for the dust to settle,
Wow, unplanned and sudden, it came in grabs, and I motioned the shuttle,
Drinks, cigarrates, happy times, showed me to live in the living,
Past seemed like a distant nightmare, no, felt it like a unjustified forgiving,
Bliss, sleepless nights, smile, felt so distant, could now feel it mine,
All to express and none to crave, body felt like reached THE shrine,
Alive, pumping, want to rest, the wrongs became right, and was love struck,
Touched, yet to be, heard, million times, the craving, you left me on the string,
Come back soon, I am waiting, the doors are opened and eyes are wide for you ring,
Take me away from there, I am sitting and waiting for you till the end of this rhyme.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
The Door
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Limitless
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Traits of a Fool
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Last Rites
Let the priest take me to the last rider,
I will wait for the sun ride upon me and I will take it to the last stride,
How much will I cover my tracks to the center of the gravity,
And the last of the rituals and I will define the events and its brevity,
Every drop of sins I have done, and the formations,
The sinner has finally beckoned my call to the destiny,
Hallelujah, and the deepest grief and all the finest streaks,
I am the one till the last one of the final frontier, I AM the freak,
I won't call out your name, neither the last rite,
Moments of plunder and disaster, every drop of my blood I will fight,
Fortifications of every wall, and the until I reach the fizz,
The ooze of the emotions of the commotions, you are insane,
Hi, you are the immortal, rising from the unborn ashes of the risen,
Expand your horizons and call out his name,
Every shot of expressions you have caught, the glory and the fame,
Well, catch a glimpse, pop out and until you realize you are dead and you all are but a GAME...
Birthday Gift To My Mum.
Mother