There are barbs that separate the shades of light
Windows to a world of ebullient dreams and utopian skies
Which sieve the crimson hue and squalid stench
These borders that separate the significant from the condemned.
The walls along this great divide shall crumble one day
Yet, the vestiges of this pain, etched shall remain
And though for those tormented, no healer, no cure
There shall always be raindrops that rust both sides of the chain.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
They say I'm a fool, a cynic am I
Who wishes to stay low while they fly to the skies
Skies, where women are cut and ***** they tell
Alas! This hell, my home, their heaven hell.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
Those twinklings that evade even time in its chase
Laden with tears drops and memories, they shine bright
And somewhere in those stars lie your dreams too, asleep
Fear not O my child, for darkness shall wither away to light.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
These golden lights that dance upon
Cast from the amber montage of the autumn leaves
Through their colors they vivify us below
And with a graceful fall, sweet death they greet
And as they lie on their deathbeds
The vibrant bed they form for thee
This tragic beauty worthy of a tale divine
Their fate, our feet it meets.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Under the minstrelsy of the sprinkled stars
Under the blanket of rain suspended in time
I wish this moment was my eternity and you, my love,
You be my Valentine
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
Let me kiss you through the sands of time
Those golden grains sprinkled along your lips sublime
For time could never fathom what they withhold
Or my love for thee that I give you to explore
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
artwork of minced bodies smears the skies
Carved from the ivory blades of my vengeance wrath
As their juices drip into a crimson river below
Filled by the blood rain, from the red clouds cast
The parched lands growl for more
From the heaps of mangled bodies strewn across
And the red streaks glisten like sprays of a brush
This portrait, paradigm of the impeccable chaos.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Come into my arms and fall in
There are memories of days far gone
And vibrant beds of woven dreams
With wisps of sleep to carry along.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Going down memory lane
I thought I was going insane
So I left my soul there
The brunt of my mistakes to bear
Tortured and tormented with my foolishness, it came back
To find that the new path to go on lied as a needle in a haystack
It cried its nothingness out
His hollowness which had been created by my selfishness around
My greediness felt to him like darkness forever
To find the light at the end of the tunnel,the tunnel seemed to end never
Wavering around in despair
There seemed no way out there
He tried to get up but to in vain
My ferocity fell upon him like hail
But then suddenly with great perseverance
He tried to soothe me with deep reverence
He succeeded at last
But sadly he succumbed by the torture he had
In the end he let go a long deep sigh
And bid me a good bye
For now it was my turn to cry.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
******* the thumb of hopelessness I grew up
Watching life die in despair I threw up
I walked away to find a new way
Where one gets his own say
Like a mad scientist I experimented with my soul
My fatuousness which only created in me a deep black hole
My life was always black and white
Faded from the colors of happiness's sight
Death and gloom on the doorstep
Thats what I always felt when sometimes I used to take a breath
The fragments of my soul falling like falling hair
Thats what was only realised by me there
Feeling of sadness and tormentation was only left to share
The brunt of which my inner self could never bear
My blood seemed like hot lava in the heart
Pumping blood and materializing hatred was what was done by my heart
I was taught torture and pain
Never to use my own brain
So I did what I had always dreamt of
I did what what my soul died every second for
I killed myself, but that's why I on the first place lived for
The ecstacy that laid in there
I gave my soul to share.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC