Sunday, September 28, 2008

confession..

Don't forgive me ever..
I'm at fault..
I'm a sinner..
I made way through to the heart and i mutilated the soul..
I made pieces,ripped it apart..
Don't forgive me..i'm at fault.
With an angel's visage i erred the Lord..
Managed a serpentine cached veil
I had the cruel face behind the mask..
Give me hell..o good Lord
Don't forgive me ever...i'm at fault.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

pitter patter...

Its raining..the clouds have finally burst out..
In joy? in agony?
They don't tell me..
The pitter patter sound..quite enchanting...makes me happy
Yes..kinda..it does...
All getting rejuvenated..pristine..fresh..new..
They cast a spell on me...the rains..they do..yes..
Now who's crying there?
Aww...the tiny baby in her mum's arms..
Sing her the lullaby lady..
Or maybe some rain-song?
She'll love it..i know she will..
God's in her still..yes..she'll love it.
There you hear the ugly grogs croaking away..
Shut up..will you?
Actually No!you shouldn't..its monsoon time!
Your season after all..
You should celebrate..
Just because i don't..the world cant stop to jostle!
Can it? what will happen to the people if it does?
What will happen to me?
How will i be able to forget that the cloud got untuned..
That it was crying in anguish?
It just couldn't hold.. no more..
Its raining.. yes..
Pitter patter pitter patter.....

Friday, September 5, 2008

nirvana................

Leering at the black swarthy dome,
The fidgety mind abandoned the hoary home.
Leaving back worries, sloughing no tear,
Undoing the bonds, leaving all peer.
Towards the witchery been cast,
Eclipsing the satanic past.
The toxicity of the smell,
Following up to the alley to hell.
Hollow and eerie, splotches of sin,
Vying all alone, no sign of kin.
Icy cold breath, oodles of lust,
Love was it at all, or desire just?
The stain of vice darkest red,
Slew the soul, did it? Left it dead?
No no they cry, it just let go.
Reincarnation they said it was, was it so?
It’ll live to plague and lick to the last,
Nothing remains, no whit, no dust.
The hell’s porch won’t be left to knock,
Only the narcissism will screech and mock.