Parasite

Imagine, everytime

You look into the mirror,

Someone else,

Stares back at you.

Imagine when

You speak out loud,

The voice,

Is not your own.

You feel something

Crawling under your skin

Your body,

Is not yours anymore.

The parasite

Is taking over and

Turning you,

Into something else.

You may lament

On your fate but

Only till,

Your soul's unstained.

You thought

You will change the world,

In the end,

It's the world that changes you.

It is better,

To submit yourself to it

Than to cure,

By bleeding it out of you...

My Happy Ending...

The picture's coming to its end,

Curtains,are about to fall

People, are leaving there seats but,

Where is my happy ending?

The story of my life

I wrote it, frame by frame.

I'm sure, I did put it there but,

Where is my happy ending?

A childhood full of violence

Teenage, a malestorm.

Isolated and downtrodden youth

But there was, a happy ending.

Projector's lights are fading,

And so, is my vision.

I'm going through the flashbacks,

Was this, how it was meant to be?

I can hear, accolades being showered upon,

The movie, did top the charts.

Maybe people don't like happy endings anymore,

Is that why it was censored in the end?

It is always about the people.

My life, was never mine,

Give back the frames containing my happy ending

And I, will stove them away...

Fractions...

Flickers of truth flash

Through the canopy of

Illusions, upon me

And bring , to my face,

Troubled thoughts.

I fear , upon my

Mask of sanity,

The cracks of eccentricity

Have begun to show.

I exhale, but I am afraid

That to breathe back in,

There is no air left.

The exhalation continues, still.

To the heavens above,

I raise my spasmodic hands,

Praying to be delivered.

Disheartened and disillusioned, I am.

And then, to ground,

I let myself fall

Upon my knees and

Into pieces uncountable,

I watch myself shatter.

These pieces, I try

To collect and match

Together, as if a charred

Disintegrated jigsaw puzzle.

The pieces fit, but

Still the cracks remain.

Converging and diverging,

Dividing me into...

...Fractions.

These fractions of Insanity.

Death speaks

In the long lost lands of saba,

A merchant sent his help

To get some ration from market.

The help returned, white as a ghoul,

Blood drained from his face,

Hair standing on edge like that of a boar.

On being asked for this predicament of his,

He narrated the ethereal event that occured

With him in the marketplace.

While buying rations, he found someone,

Tapping on his shoulders,turning he found,

It was death herself who was making frightening

Gestures to him.He asked his master to lend

Him his finest steed, so he can elope to Mida

And escape his fatal fate.

After sending his servant away,

The merchant went to the baazar,

Found out death and asked her the reason for

Scaring his servant away.

Death spake"I wasnt making any frightening gestures to him.

I was only surprised to see him here in Saba cause

I have an appointment with him tonight in Mida"

SEARCHING...

Under moonlight on the moor land
When the wind deceives the ear
In the black and open emptiness
I will not find it here

On summers beach
I scanned the sea
And wrecks that ran aground
I sit on rocks and high cliff tops
And fear it wont be found

A veil of frost blocks morning's light
And stagnates the heavy air
Shadowing the dampened earth
I will not find it there

I cannot say that it exists
Or where that I am bound
I know not what I'm looking for
But will do when its found

Archangel

Perched atop the henge
bolted away in my tower
I gaze below. Men look petty,
As petty as their hearts.
I conceal myself in my wings,
the wings,which have lost flight,
broken and frail,
feathers ruffled and disoriented,
and glance around at my kingdom
where I reign solely.
With none to care for
and none to share with,
I and I alone, reign here supreme.
Thin strings of memories
fading away with each passing moment,
still livid and lucid,
force themselves inside me,
reanimating those days when I used to
shroud myself in my wings
and weep, for friends, families,
my brethren, myself and moreover,
for each tear I shed , futile.
When tides of emotions
used to run too high,
I would take my refuge
beneath my wings, my barriers,
and jeer and mock those tides,
which always gave up and fell back
to the unfathomable abyss they used to
exult from, in vain.
The journey of my memories
take me through the back-alleys
I knew not, ever existed.
Filled with petty circles of light,
encumbered with petty creatures of the night,
whose pettiness men squish
between their fingers.
Dwindling life-forms
scuttling under caved in roofs,
still putting the star of hope
on the acme of their christmas tree.
They hope in vain, I reflect.
Something breaks inside me.
Perhaps, the thawings of centuries?

Standing atop my obsidian tower
I give a final glance around long enough,
to etch the vista of my kingdom, for eternity, in my memory.
There will be no accolades,
no glory, just dust alighting
over my possesions,
to lay undisturbed till eternity.
I ponder,'Every kingdom falls,
and so shall mine.'
I gaze below. Men,
still petty as their hearts, stare back.

"Archangel, thou hath cometh at last!"

A smile burdened by the ages of
pain, escapes me
as I unfold my frail wings
And take , my final flight...

Humanity?

What should I be?
Pursue my dreams, fight the onslaughts
And make my path through bushels?
Or just fade away in dust
Of many footprints beating the
Paved path since ages?

Like a mound of raw earth,
Search for me on a potter's wheel;
But the creators hands are shrivelled,
Will I become ,what he can call, his art?
Or will I be wasted, and tossed aside
Like tissue after fulfilling its use?

I am mountain incarnate
Standing tall against storms of critisicm
Unmovable,unbreakable,Immortal.
But, can it be like this forever?
Didn't someone say that mountains
Wither away with ravages of time?

I am a river of thoughts,
Making my way through the mountains
Of dogmas placed in my way,pure to the core.
But will this river,ever reach the ocean?
Or will it, fade away in these barren lands
Where no flower can ever blossom?

I am not earth,nor am I a mountain
A river I cannot be,I am what God made me,
A human, his finest creation,
Said to be shaped and moulded in God's own form.
Said to be next to the angels.
But lying, beneath insects today.

Humanity, is just a figment of imagination today.
Humanity,will not get me food,
Will not let me live. what is it for?
Torn and weak inside, but showing
Myself the master of the world, a human!
O humanity, where do we stand today?

TURBULENCE

Seething as a manhandled
Coil of dire frustration,
I lie down, prostrate
Shaking in delerium.

Foaming,chafing,
Fuming like Poseidon's wrath,
Thoughts swirling in my cranium
Like depths in turbulence

Gasping for breath
I try to bouy up
But these thoughts,like serpents,
Pull me back,push me down under.

I try to reason with the waves,
Try to make them let me be.
Its insane, i cant bear it anymore
These turbulences, these tempests.

Life, as frames, pass
In front of my dreary eyes
Broken, shaded frames
Torn and sheared with these disturbances.

But i find one frame,
Just one frame left,
Clear, untouched by this madness.
The day I drew my first breath.

GUARDIAN ANGEL

Come to me my angel
As I long for a look into your eyes
As those eyes cure my pain and make me heal
Come for once and take away the pain I feel

I am deceived by life yet again
God has abandoned me
I am falling, breaking down, left alone
Bliss has gone eternally

With this solitude I wander
Through the long enchanted woods
Bordered by just ground and the skies
Waiting for you my angel, you are my shroud

I have cried so much
Now I am sinking in the pool of tears
Torn apart and wholly broken
Hoping that you would sense my fears

I have forgotten how it feels to be loved
I can sense the feeling of a dead strength to survive
I crave that you hear my weakening cries
And remind me how it feels to be desired

I am drifting all alone in the woods
The murky oaks are my only shelter
The rain droplets shower over my face
Making my tears lost forever

The day is weeping over my shoulders
It is no different then yesterday
This pathway seems never-ending
Come show me the way my angel, before I lay

Come to me once for that is all I need
Smile at me, for the last time, be at my side
Come to me my angel in this haunted woodland
Come to me before I expire, just to say goodbye.

INSOMNIA

Its so fragile
I, hold on to it,
It snaps away,
Just fades away.

So intense,so
Captivating.
I am, mesmerised,
Trying to hold on to it.

And I close my eyes
Those tired eyes,
Blinded by hatred.
Finding, light in darkness.

So incomplete
But still, feels complete,
I want to sleep,hold on
To this dream.

Of a new tomorrow,
Not so cold,as
It is today.
Not unforgiving,
As it is today.

But sleep,evades me
Just slips by me.
Slips, through my fingers,
Like sands of time.

I take my pills
The insomniac that,
I am. Hoping to,
Dream like others.

Shades of black,
Demanding attention
These shades of black,
I, hold on to them.

And I, close my eyes
Watch you drift away,
watch you fade away,
Just like my dreams...

AMARANTH

With last choke of despair
You give up all hope,
As you see the sand settle down
On your beloved.

In the fits of sanity
You see that she's gone,
But in your heart
She dwells like an Amaranth.

Amaranth, the flower that never dies...

In your memory she blooms
In your joys she revels,
In your dreams she roams
On lands unparalleled.

Let her be and live on as you would have lived your life with her.

Let her be your Amaranth,
Let her be your Amaranth.

And in this journey called life
When you feel all alone,
Just close your eyes and
You will feel her next to you.

And on those moonlit nights
The silver will shine,
On the petals of
The flower that she is.

Amaranth, she lives within you...I

n despair she gives you hope
In darkness she shines out bright,
In sadness she brings you joy
Such beauty you can't describe.

She will be with you when you will be in her need the most.

She is your Amaranth,
She is your Amaranth,
She is your Amaranth.

IT'S TIME

The shallowness of the empty tides
Smashing the rocks o'er and o'er again.
The fading lights of the Sun,
Casting sad shadows all around.
The roughness of the smooth sand;
The depths of the rising oceans;
The oyester who is unable
To produce any more pearls,
Burying itself deep into the shore', ashamed,
Waiting for the ravages of time to
Remove its remnants from earth in due time.
The deep sad cries of happy sea-gulls,
All this and much more,beckon to me
As the sands of time slowly fill up
My hour-glass, and remind me
To walk into the deep,placid waters,
Singing sweet melancholies to me '
Its time, its time, its time...'

KIMONO

Writhing in pain, shaking in delerium
Bared to the broken soul
Torn apart from the body as the dreams drift away,
Like smoke into nothingness.

Thoughts, split wide open like logs
Destined to be burned after thriving so long
Poisoned by the hands that were meant to nurture it
Dry, sere, burnt down to ashes

Remember the melodies of the sweet breeze?
The melody now drones away in the guttural undertone
Of the heartbeart, fading away slowly.
Is this doppler effect, or is life really coming to an end?

Nothing left, just an empty kimono
Holding the remains of what used to be alive once
The remains of what used to be a human once
The remains of what used to be...me

MY DEMISE

In waving forms of lifting hands
And in tears, an angel flies
What form of deity could withstand
The fall from those mighty heights.

When searing to the wuthering towers
And falling from the grace's eyes
I stand alone in hearth of fire
Slaughtering my own demise.

AND THEY LEFT

Did you hear the noise on the windowsill
Last night?THEY came.
Shrouded in veils of dusk
Agony and fear advancing their approach.
Dull, monotonous thuds
Of threadbare feet,that were theirs,
Bringing up sad memories with each step.
A storm was brewing,
Drops working on the roof
As a hammer on the forge.
Rampant, wild savage..
I was too frightened
To open upto them.
Too terrified of my fate
Unaccepting the finality.
But something inside me broke
Memories,writhing up my skin
Like poisonous snakes up a vine
Retrospects,remorse,retreat.
Retreat? but how?
There was no way.
No, none at all.
It was time.
Finally, I yielded.
The window smashed.
Shards pierced me
Or was it the wind?
I never knew.
But it felt just like before,
Just like your memories piercing
My veins like thorns,onward my heart.
They bore down on me,
Ripped me apart.
I felt my soul leaving,
I fell my final fall...
...And THEY left
And I with them...