Fool's Errand

Livid by the fact of the presence of her essence,
Couldn't sleep a single night, my heart started beating as if on a death sentence,
Two feet above the ground,
Dumbstruck in love my body had lost any senses to be found

The bridge crawled upon covered by the many faces,
Hard to speak the truth pinned by the unwanted deeds,
Captured the million riffs inside the small hole,
It wasn't a fight for the survival, for the fort was captured by the whole,

Insidious and creepy the emotions ran wild amongst thee,
Twisted and round the the crops were grazed by dead and free,
Swollen and free the warrior was resting beneath the grave,
Unsure of what lying above cover was the hidden truth,

With the sword in his hands carrying the force along,

Heavy bindings and strong feelings the tidal waves were strong,

The seventh hour and last call for the final tragedy,

Gasped, turned and shocked to know he was his own enemy.

Dope

Insightful and the brilliant glowing light at the end,
Covering my path all along the road with the special friend,
Parked high and free beside the moonlight,
My entry to the realm had taken its flight,

No promises, no vows, the movement was free,
My eyes marked the road straight ahead with stretch of the heavy trees,
Paid in advances the dusts seeped in through the cracks,
My friend had cast the spell and consumed I was by the heavy attacks,

Livid, dry and high, knee deep weak, long road, a distant blur,
My existence in the air, locked by the thought of her,
Nothing passed by, in the deepest trance of my deeds,
The best had yet to come, shadow of her soul on my body still sleeps,

Like the children played, she strayed in the soul,
The moment, time and second, paralysed my existence to the whole,
The burning face of reality cooled by the glass of insanity,
Along came the wilderness with the pinch of reality. 

Aura

Unparallel, unmatched, you light your surroundings,
With your sublime goodness you shower,
You earn and win the others around you,
Life won’t ever be tough on you.

Fought your way up to this level,
Have to forge many more miles,
A person like you can never stop,
Because you possess various impeccable styles.

Diverse, yet so uniform, you excel,
Excel at whatever front you are in,
May the lord be so cheerful,
He’ll guide you to that aim you are aiming,
To make your dreams fulfill.

There are so many things that I am grateful to God,
But one of those is having you around,
“My dear friend, life is always tough,
And to make it easy, God sends people like YOU”.

Mindfucked Pleasures

He enters the door, waiting for her flesh to come,

drops the glass and grabs hard to .the core,

unruffles her hair. and lifts her up and close,

unhook the blouse, and baby my body is all yours,

deep, too deep you penetrate the soul of my skin,

everything turns upside and you rock my world,

something starts and something climbs up inside,

pain, no pain, its all gain from these well furnished sins.

stranger in no eyes, you and me, crawled up like a snake,

time for break , lets try something else,

been running over each other on the same grounds,

i love the way you pounce and makes me create new found sounds,

Fire, oomph, nirvana , you reach the ultimate moment breathless,

wish I could pull over every skin of mine over you and give you unfound pleasures,

rubbing against you, the friction, the force, I am drop dead,

catch me please I have no energy left, just do it once more and help me spread

Long Subdued

Rusty, windy, fallen out of line,

it had been a very long time,

recollecting back from scarp ,

trying to get everything back in my grasp.

Wondering, thinking , passion restored or just a faint outburst,

is it those one of those eye blinding moments,

or am I really craving again for the thirst,

pitching every word just in line to bind those shimmery ornaments.

Cradled by the on goings in the life,

was unfazed by the ornaments i had left to be woven,

frozen , still, yet so dynamic life had strived,

that i had left the doors for sorrow open.

Had to come out of the cobwebs,

build slowly and gradually steps for the life I had lead ,

find an entry for the exit i had longed for,

could see the light at the end of the tunnel and I fled.

Here I am back again, same old story,

yet with a different and composed version of present,

because the past led to many paths and rest was history,

tarnished and shining everything around was pleasant

Black Magic

Frozen, fallen from that iceberg
he slipped into the cold blue river,
entering the deep abyss of that mystery,
was the never ending road that lead to the black glory.

He could hear the wolves howling out to the moon,
there weren't no witches around with their old brooms,
it was just the old man watching and sitting ,
with his eyes ever up rolled.

The match sticks were oil slicked,
their lustre was marked with the sparks of past,
and so were lost the silver lining moments,
filled with hollow dignity of that old man.

That old road he followed from a long time,
rusted and burned out that path led to nowhere,
several voices in his head lead him to the days,
days that were filled with the black magic of the woman.

Shifting, riveting and adjusting he mended his ways finally,
people called him a lunatic, but he only knew,
knew that this highway lead him to the antidote,
antidote, erased his longingness towards that magical blackness.............


"People say that love hurts...
love is just a delusional part of their character,
what hurts is their inability to love someone."
-Mohan(21/01/2011)