Reconciled Glory

Figuring the forms of the nature divine presented us with,

rising up those shadows under the sun light and crawl up the tree trunk,

the forest was lit on fire and the species were mesmerized in the randomness,

rose up to the branches to save myself and softly settled on the carpet of leaves

time was short and not the destination,

I had to reach to the place I was called before I could seek devil's attention,

as the fire had reached its maximum rage, passion was still kept under his cage,

it was only a matter of time he leapt on to the far distant pond he could see,

moments were there and emotions rode so high that the light years could freeze.

the minute he rode out of the fire lit jungle and held his breathe,

all he could see and turn around was filth full of many beaten souls,

kick, start, and pumped up the engine and drove away,

bruised and battered, the wind of the new fresh air unrusted the pacified wounds.

unabrupted by the thoughts of what he left behind strangely, yet so beautifully,

climbed up the ladder of what was called safe haven,

glance, stare and saw a beautiful eye filled with depth and heart fr only one to share,

I was left but nothing to carry on with those mystical eyes and the love for which I care.

The Origin

You reach to that ocean full of pearls and the depth,

try to reach up and catch a breathe,

surface is full of air and the one you know,

it s a place where you will never find snow,

crawling up to the surface and you face the labyrinth,

all you can feel is the deep ocean stink,

wondering how to overcome the reality of the fragilities,

one climbs up and falls out of those unfound 'normalities'

Unanswered steps and those missed creepy crawls,

insanity and begin to wonder what has earth found,

life, life which never begun but it rose to that sweet little sound,

mystified and petrified by the deeds of the undone souls,

rise up move on you have reached the ultimate core,

search for you have the right to the fulfilled store,

all of your thoughts have those meanings,

shake yourself up to the surface because you only hold the steering,....

Heartbeat

There was fire beneath his eyes,

Running blindly never looked to the sky,

Rage wasn’t the quality he possessed ,

It was the love for her for which he was obsessed.

Moving up and down, round and round,

Those steps were the only things left for him on that ground,

Push the limits to reach , yet he drowned,

But he still knew the force of that sweet sound.

Dignity and pride was all he searched for,

Then came calling that strange love,

Love that never seemed to be the sea shore.

I tried to fill those gaps with those memories,

But my wounds hurt me so much, they were fresh,

Tried to pluck every thorn from deep inside of my flesh.

Along every came out my blood,

I wish I could be with you, every moment,

Your presence flash through my nerves every second.

7th Symphony

^{7 th Symphony}

Wandering into the mist of loneliness,

The loneliness of the desperation,

Slowly crawls into my skin deep into the wounds.

I wonder in the wander, passion, pain of fire,

Picture this I won’t last till the end.

Shed it off, burn it off, rip it off,

Uncover yourself from the fascist face of life.

Cold yet it may seem, you are still lost,

Keep on pressing the button, the ice machine is still cold,

Seven life, and the satisfaction you crave for,

Are you living it up to the dream you were born for,

Suck it in, deep within, those worms will eat you,

And at the end you will desire to burn out yourself.

Sinner Man

Sinner Man

Rush of the blood down the pipe,

Burns the guts of that sinned insane,

Smoked the full pot of weed,

The smokes reached his nose drain,

Dissolved every part of his flexible brain.

Star gazing, moon raking, heavens asking and eyes fixing,

Fixing his glares to those burning flares,

Which reach the fluids in his brains?

Stimulus shot and ran through the nerves and he couldn’t refrain,

Nice feeling hit his forehead his temple, sweet emotion.

Rinsed in his sweat, panic, shock stricken overdosed,

Drowned in his own piss, was a stage he couldn’t face his eyes,

Walked a long mile just to breathe,

High, stoned could see everyone around him bleed,

Scary trip,took him deep in that never ending long lasting abyss.

“It is not necessary how much you get high,

What is necessary is that if you get high or not?”

Definitive Destiny

Definitive Destiny

Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,

Grouped with the same feeling but the journey this time was straight and found,

Fiery and feisty was the path that led to the shine,

I was on the path until I saw a shrine.

Met a man, without a name, with his head covered with snow,

I kept on wondering as to why he was carrying a glow.

Lived in the shrine around that holy road,

So far away from the rest that along many miles no one could be heard.

Took my time and stayed at the shrine for the night,

Unknown to what was there under his mighty plight,

Brought on to the table, the book, along with his pipe,

Kept a piece of bread, and sat along with his dignity and pride.

Picture this, old rusted, dusty, worned off,

Book was heavy but it carried a strange light.

Turned the page and found out was carrying my name,

With every single page carried my glory and fame,

Stored and lost in those pages, wandered,

Who was this old man, and what is this shrine I started to wonder.

Moved on to every page and found out the turn of events,

Till I reach the page which told about the old man , his shrine and waited for a further advent,

The pages were blank, fresh , waiting to be written,

Confused and bound, I must be mistaken.

The old man stood up, gave me keys and said,

‘I m the One, who doesn’t belong here,

I write the rules, those which I never share’.

For it was time to march forward,

Because he had to write what I was supposed to do and moved on.

Returned back on the same old road to find a sign,

“He was never here”

Carrying a smile, Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,

‘Bag-aged’

You play in the park under the sun,

All you think about is carrying the fun,

Far away the flight catches you,

Inside those are demons with fired caves.

Laughter falls under the deepest sin,

And you will die leaving the life’s skin,

Grave beneath the shadow lies of those,

We trusted and for those we played with our lives.

Help me understand the substance of truth,

No one can run up the hill to that brute,

For which far away he threw his baggage,

There was nothing left but an uncalled handle

Wonder lusted years, glory moments,

Washed away under the seas currents,

For whom you died for never felt the hunger,

For which you have not pulled down your mighty thunder.