Decision of Death

was it for the appearance?
was it for the fusion?
it was the groove
the vibrance
the habit
this is what my life bargains for
a comprehended step
a highway to devil's snare
controlling my fears
beholding the reality
no more can i think
its only the need i believe
dependency urged in
lack of nearness prevailed
cry of the devil seized my mind
i was no more at my life's wait
i gave in
living death has been my defiance
lured into death
decision sustained

Sweet Demise

i'm tired of letting you go

giving up on whatever's happening around me

letting my heart overrule once more

knowing that i'm gonna drown again

knowing that i wont breathe to see you again

my heart's gone

soulless i live

we didn't need to do it again

but we did

and life turned the tables once more

embracing your memories

feeling you deep within

living everyday for hope

dying every night for more

wasting myself is no more a habit

seeing you drift away

crying out for help

tearing myself apart

just wish to be loved

only by you...forever

all lies are visible

your intentions are deceptive

yet i want to lie at your comfort

yet i want to die at your sight

once more the nights haunt me

sleepless and lonely

hurt and broken

knowing my fate

knowing your desire

consoling myself

for my sweet demise

Soliciting Departure

its just another night
I remember you
like you were never gone
you are still here
with wings of an angel
come take me away
fly with me
i am not meant to live
without you,
i lost my belief
hustling has become a habit
a drug that killed my kid
there's no cure for me
i must cease to exist
lust killed me
lust shattered me
as i look at the harlot beside
i come to think of it
there's nothing i can remember
its only u,my bright star
you can guide me to paradise
smoke fills up the atmosphere
as i lay down
blood drains away from inside
i look into the mirror
i am a monster it seems
no will to live
no reason to survive
my wounds must be healed
afterlife is visible
take me away,my bright star
Take me away .......................................................

The Wanderer.....

In time..the bleeding wounds will heal..
Unlike some..which are too deep to see..

Like scars in a nomad's soul...

Their mending is so slow


Not the shout of a hundred enemies
Can make him feel fear inside him..
But when sun sets and the cold arrives
With crushing solitude in the darkness of night..
He will ride across land and time...
To find a way through this endless night!!!


There's a storm in his heart and the fire rages in his soul..
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone!!

With bare hands he has taken many lives
He has had a hundred women by his side....
From enchanted woods to the freezing north
He is known at every sea and far beyond.
As the moon grows and the circle is complete..
He lies down and waits for sleep....


But there's always a scenery in his mind...


Of all that beauty he has left behind!!

Love.....

As the first rays of dawn penetrate the darkness of my room, and I smack my lips to taste the sweet stolen kiss of the droplets of rain that trespassed through the open window, I lie on my bed pointlessly pondering over the value or vagueness of the various vignettes so verbosely associated with emotion called love.
What is Love I wonder? Is it my hormones speaking for themselves? Is it a specific region of my mind? Is it a portion of my heart who's only function I know is to beat? Or is it something beyond definition?
What creates love and what brings an end to it? Is love like energy which is bound to be conserved? Is it like a mortal and is meant to die? Or is it as per legends, eternal? Is it spontaneous or deliberate?
When did I 1st fall in love? I remember I 'loved' life even before I knew my 'love'. 'My love'! What a misnomer! Is love personal, or mutual? I 'love' my parents even before I knew how to 'love'. I 'love' my friends, even those who haven't returned it back to me. Even the person who feels I don't deserve to be 'loved', 'loves' someone. Then what is it, that makes someone deserve 'love'? Is it a prize to be earned? And then, there's this one person who makes me feel completely differently about 'love'. Is 'love' just another feeling? If so, how is it more complicated than the sum of all the others? How has it evolved from Shakespeare to Sparks?
This was all about life and the living. What about the aroma of the first breeze of dawn? What about the green of the leaves after the first showers of rain? What about silence of the hours when the world sleeps? What about the unseen bird which chirps outside my window? What about the vivid dreams of worlds far off? What of the whispers of the wind speeding past my ears? I 'love' them too.
And what is to be done with love? Is love to be felt? To be spread? To be shown? To be made? To be earned? Or just to be loved?
Can you love love? Or love to be loved? Or love to love?
Past the plethora of phenomena paired with love, the persistent perpending pursues people preposterously.
Four puny letters. What chance do they have against the brilliance of human mind? Is there anyone who can define love for me?

Tragedy

The ceiling fan revolves in its own might,
Seemingly impossible to reach,
But it is also not invincible,
One day it also has to pay for its deeds.

Because there was once a lad,
A heart full of life he had,
He was all that one could dream of,
He was all that God could offer.

But such is the love that he fell into,
A trance from which one can seldom rise,
The girl was beautiful and gentle,
They were apart, but their hearts forever close.

But life is not even close to a fairy tale,
It has twists and turns at every step,
The girl was married to someone else.
And led away past the seven seas.

In the silent recluse of loneliness,
In his unfathomable hollow grief,
He became all but a shadow within.
Sadness within him was so deep.

But then he rose to a new height,
With a rope in his right hand,
It was supposed to be his liberator.
The closest friend that he had.

Is this the price of falling in love?
That a wretched soul has to pay,
Is this all there is to do in life???
So helpless we can do nothing but pray.

Such is the pain he felt in his heart,
That even death itself was afraid.
But at last death accepted him as its own,
And led him to his final sleep.

I could have told this story better,
Had I been there in the cold winter,
But I am happy now that I am alive.
If only enough, that I can tell it right.

For Her only

I am a troubled soul , i am but a forgotten existence
Everything about me is evil,i am nothing but a nuisance
But still you fell in love with me,still you made me yours
I am all i was,but now i am much more

To love u till eternity,is the only thing i want
To caress you and hold u is what is in my heart
Because u are the reason,and i am the effect
Because if u r not here,i would rather be dead

You changed the way i have always lived my life
Your love made me whole,helped me thrive
You are as much an angel,as much you are mortal
To make you mine is what i want,and that's all

To have you in my life,is like having light
Even if you have the whole day,you still hate the night
To have you in my arms,is like heaven on earth
You have no idea what you mean to me,right from the start

You misunderstand me,and complain of my lack of love
But you fail to see my spirit, o my darling dove
Since you are my angel,i hate to see you cry
To make you happy,to make u whole,i will rather die

You are mine,as you always will be
In my heart mind and soul
You are the only reason i have
To live this life till old.