Their wicked world

I smell ash in the air,

& hear the helpless cry.

In this world of darkness,

the fools run the lives.

Rivers of blood flow,

on floats the life boats.

In tears they finally drown,

yet they fool around.

Deprived of faith,

they are deprived of fate.

So their roof comes crashing down,

yet they can't see,

how they are fooling around.

The end is near,

yet they dream of heaven,

the truth escapes their sight.

Are they sinners or they fools,

still in wickedness their soal dies.  

Mirror World

The man in the mirror,

a familiar stranger.

A man who sees,

the truth in reality.

But where is reality?

In his world or mine?

He smiles,

hinting a tempting truth,

of a silent world of peace,

waiting to be understood.

Can it be true?

I a puppet

Strings pulled hard,

by life itself.

Tangled by freewill,

i stay in thought.

What's right by me,

is wrong in itself.

As i live to please,

the puppets themselves.

The illusion revealed,

but i choose to stay home.

My puppeteer smiles,

it's time to get back to my show.

Just Fly

You try too hard,

you forget your smile,

and then, there's no peace of mind.

You fail,

you cry,

accustomed to a burdened life, why?

You are still young,

there's still time to heal,

there's still time to feel,

and there's still time to rise.

Just spread your wings,

let the wind tease.

Just smile,

as you fly into the open sky. 

The wait

Songs of my past,

speaks of the hate,

brought by my words,

as anger breaks through.

Though these are all reasons,

i know the truth,

i know i have wronged,

i know i have sinned,

and now i seek my punishment.

Piles of irritation,

over inner conflict unresolved.

What surprise me though,

is boredom.

Nothing matters to me anymore.

What have i become?

My heart's so still,

nothing stirs within.

I walk undead,

waiting for the end. 

 

Silence

No noise,

thoughts speak,

with no voice.

Heart beats,

soul breaths,

in peace,

it heals.

Eyes feel,

tears cleanse,

emotions overwhelm,

in silence.

No greed,

no goals,

just live,

in silence.

No fight,

no sacrifice,

just kneel,

to silence.

 

Just silence.

 

 

Man with a grin

Writing is an art,

not constrained by time.

My pen came to a halt,

nothing yet rhymed.

A day in the park,

my heart spoke to me.

If i listen to him,

inspiration may come on one knee.

Wonderful breeze,

played with my hair.

The warmth of the sun,

welcomed me to this day.

I saw him,

he who shall inspire me.

The man with a grin,

brought my key.

A tall-thin man,

with mischievous eyes,

with a weird smile,

wore a crooked tie.

He plucked a flower,

and placed between his teeth.

he walked with a skip,

and clapped in a beat.

He confessed his love,

and promised her everything.

But got slapped in return,

delivered with cruelty.

No walk of shame,

no signs of remorse.

He waited with patience,

with nothing but hope.

He smiled and waved,

then plucked another flower.

he went under the shed,

and looked for another lover.

So much life he carried,

a hard thing to write.

Yet i felt a smile,

rising in my mind. 

Thank you

Thank You

The sparkle in your eyes,
makes me wonder, 

am I worthy of you?

My life was freed,
from certain sadness,
by the touch of your livelihood.

Not a movement ceases to be beautiful,
as my heart has finally sung,
was my life just waiting for you?

You are my miracle,
and you are my angel,
my love, thank you.

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Me

Me

Why do you flee in my sight,
is it fear or is it my might.
Is it because I have seen pain,
to fulfill my foolish gains.

Is it because,
I watch you with cruelty.
With truth in my heart,
I curse quite fluently.

Is this the price,
to live genuinely.
A mask free life,
you all need so poorly.

You see me,
with your crooked sight.
You scorn me,
with your pretentious life.

I don’t care,
if it’s not justified.
Because this is the way,
one should live his life.

I know it’s unwise,
to live a life un-prioritized.
But I wish to die,
living my destined life.

Longing sleep.

A beautiful smile,
once reached her eyes.

Now they are filled,

with tears of time.

When one is lost,

the other has to cry.

But why do tears,
have to wash her dry.

She walks a path,

with the reason unknown.

Darkness sneaks in,

creating a lie of its own.

Now she lives in fear,

her eyes tight shut.

She swings her knife,

forgetting whom to cut.

She looks into a mirror,

sees the one.

Who drove her mad,

now he has come.

Death came to her,

she can finally sleep.

In the arms of the man,

for whom she was weak.

Mischievous mind

I lay here staring at the sky,

I was just about to shut my eye.

When a thought crossed my mind,

Are you bored with your life?

Whatever life throws at you,

You always have a clue.

Your soul is seeping away,

Your emotions are losing their way.

Then curiosity took a breath,

The mysterious were one to help.

Life was about to be claimed,

Was boredom really slain?

I sit there in my pile of thought,

Complaining what time has bought.

When it was me who didn’t thrive,

Now go and get a life!

The sarcasm in my voice,

Told me ,

Ahead is a bothersome night,

Tomorrow the sun will smile,

As I sit here without a dream.

I got up and made some tea,

Determined to decipher,

What those thoughts mean,

Until then,

Its not gonna let me sleep.

The thoughts are a worthless cry,

did nothing but waste my time.

I lay back with a sigh,

Cursing my mischievous mind.

Words

Let it rhyme,

let it speak.

Let your words,

help your emotions heal.

Fighting hard,

push with pain.

Know your limits,

make them break.

Choose a path,

choose a lane.

Choose truthfully,

or it's all in vain.

Create something,

then destroy the same.

For destruction gives birth,

to a new reign.

Live as a victim,

then become a savior.

For people don't know,

your true nature.

Look for your purpose,

look for a meaning.

For life is meant for more,

than just living.

To get the answer,

forget the question.

Let your heart teach you,

your biggest lesson.

A broken momento.

A broken memento.

A fake smile,

your powdered nose,

your new found glamor,

is enchanting of course.

Now you are my mistress,

and i am your Butler.

You have grown into a princess,

but not like we once dreamed with laughter.

You sneak away with me,

to be yourself once more.

But is this the way to live,

in this charade of yours.

Run away with me,

from this world of yours.

Lets escape to reality,

and live once more.

I know it's romantic,

but it's a lot more than that.

We will be free to be authentic,

and have our old days back.

Your voice has vanished,

have you turned on me?

I seem to be banished,

after all a slave i see.

Was it love that you wanted,

or the idea of entirety.

My every movement seems haunted,

with your mendacity.

Now i sing of your return,

like a broken toy.

In your darkroom glitters,

an hopeless joy.

Driven insane

Sailing the skies,
i felt the wind.
Breaking all my ties,
making me free within.

Was it the loneliness,
or was it my silence?
that actually broke free,
making me live in violence.

The earth shook beneath me,
and the wind roared.
Oh boy, was i in danger,
endangering the town.

It was the humans crookedness,
that once made me cry.
Now i sing of its wickedness,
as a helpless sigh.

What has become of me?
was it my mistake?
did i take it too personally,
or was i meant to break.

They brought me to my knees,
as i smiled with a thought.
Can he really judge me,
one who reeks of fault.

World is wrong,
the world is a shame.
It lives in a illusion,
and they call me insane.

Wake up my dreamers,
can't you here my boom?
It's time to end this monstrosity,
and rise up from your tomb.

A life of mystery,

yet feels so certain.

As if history's repeating itself,

at this very second.

Shall i wait for surprises,

or should i sail for one,

or should i turn into a man,

whose heart beats for none.

I left in search of an adventure,

or in search of a soul.

Who lives in uncertainty,

Whose life has no goal.

Whose every step is a mystery,

and life always at risk.

Thoughts are unscheduled,

and on his face a mighty fist.

Alone i sat in the bar,
with nothing but lost hope,

when i saw him drinking beer
& choking someone's throat.

My heart pounded heavily,

but not with excitement,

to the sight of this personality,

leading a life of a destitute.

Realization hit me,

hit me with the truth.

Pulling me back to reality,

to live a life of a hoot.

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Whimsical life

In the depth of your eyes,

where your truth lies,

Where your secrets stays hidden,

by your wonderful lies.

I lost my heart,

to your beautiful mind.

Yet the secrets stays hidden,

so i seek comfort in your eyes.

Now that i am away,

life creeps up on you,

you betray me,

yet my love stays true.

Much awaited destiny,

now seems so close,

as i have turned into a man,

you will want for sure.

You share your secrets,

I spare a few,

but the mysteries have vanished,

and now it's only you.

Have i wasted my time,

behind a story foretold?

or have i grown into a man,

fit for a better soul.

I believed in a destiny,

which wasn't mine,

i wished for something,

which was just waste of my time.

Promising tears.

Promising tears.

Why punish your tears

when wounds are yet to heal,

when life is yet to feel,

it's purpose to survive.

With a bleeding heart,

you search for your savior,

with a prayer of faith,

holding your hand,

promising you a wish,

to love again.

Why punish your tears,

while your heart still bleeds,

with agony of its stolen beats.

Which once made you feel loved,

which once made you feel alive.

A thought in you,

yet holds your grief,

Giving you a belief ,

a lie, by a broken mind.

Let them free,

your injured soul.

Let it breathe,

and fill you with comfort;

that once death offered,

but hope came up with a promise,

kept from you,

by your blinding belief.

Open you eyes,

and see yourself,

outlive

your beautiful dreams.

ink heart: Beging my journey

ink heart: Beging my journey:

I wish to be a writer of great mystery,
rewriting history.
My words speaks for me,
my pen sings for me.
They all come together to say, ...

Beging my journey

I wish to be a writer of great mystery,
rewriting history.
My words speaks for me,
my pen sings for me.
They all come together to say,
It's your life,
now go & create history.