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Vilakshan Gaur Sep 2022
Not much to see, not much to do
In this land of wonders wonderless
Sure, there's things to see and do
Such sights in numbers numberless

To drink the poisons, sniff the rue
And scale the mountains, high and tall
And oh! There is so much to do
But not so much to do at all

To swim the oceans blue and green
To fly among the clouds is grand
To tread a bed of roses red
To lose yourself in distant land

To have a love caress your hair
And sing to you as time slows down
Her gaze is all that you are worth
Her eyes, the sweetest shade of brown

And to be alone, with crippling grief
And have no salve for your despair
So many roads to wander on
So much to see, so little is there

So much, so much, so much, so scarce
The fields, the skies, the joy, the pain
the loves, the cries, the strange affairs
And all the same to do again

So much to feel, you cannot bear
The broken shards of what you were
And through the tempest of despair
The sea of sorrow comes to stir

So much I had, so much to hold
My happiness that could not stay
So many tears I locked inside
So many words I could not say
Nothing has happened. Yet everything has happened.
Vilakshan Gaur Sep 2022
What do you do when walking through
the think and blinding mist?
And what if the last missing piece of the puzzle
doesn't even exist?
Say, how will you then escape the ever-spiralling maze?
And how will you rise above the darkness
hidden in all the days?
Where will you be when demons come and rip you off to shreds?
And what will then your mother say, who
Fed you from her breast?
A million words will take your place, out
of the mouths of friends
And you will not be there, my friend
When all your misery ends
It's tough, man. There is a certain darkness you must crawl out of. A certain hell. It all gets to be a bit too much sometimes. Way too much.
Vilakshan Gaur Jul 2022
O boy from afar
Whoever it is you are
Who could know your pain?
Who could know your heart?

In the bleakest of nights
Lit by no moonlights
Who could come to save you?
And who could take your part?

Covered in your blood
Twenty miles of mud
Who could walk your path?
Who could even start?
Vilakshan Gaur Jul 2022
What sort of hell is this?
Vilakshan Gaur Jul 2022
हवा चलती है, मगर लगती नहीं
क्षमा जलती है मगर जलती नहीं
सांसें दौड़ती हैं, थकती नहीं
मैं उनसे कहता हूं की थम जाओ
लेकिन वो सकती नहीं
"अभी और चलना जरूरी है
तेरी सज़ा अभी अधूरी है"
Vilakshan Gaur Aug 2021
It's cold and unmoving, no sign of a past
Can one deduce, or of the pulse that bound it
Ties broken with all endless earthly affairs
It knows not that soon kindly earth will surround it
An image of an answer to the question of justice
So cold and unmoving:
Her neck, and the noose around it

Her feet in the air, as if to be fleeing
Her gaze seems to stare through the thick veil of time
Her lips turned to stone, she has no more to say
They hanged her, but could not say much for her crime
The men who play God but the devil become
The men:
Whose very souls are encrusted with grime

A rose in the rain, a sylph born of light
Returning to peace and becoming the sleeper
A gleam on her face from a source never seen:
The blade of her keeper- the scythe of the reaper
The night will be cold, but the day will be colder
Her grave:
It will be deep, but innocence's deeper
Vilakshan Gaur Oct 2019
A dead bird stepped upon again, a jewel adrift at sea
A starving dog engaged in dream, a distant melody
All sorts of things here happen, beneath and over land
The ghastly screams of those in pain, a sordid saraband

These eyes of mine that notice those grim carvings on your wrists
Each line to mark your deepest woes: the ghosts within the mists
As in the quiet of the night, a thunder stirs the calm
You plant a kiss upon my cheek, I take you in my arms

Afar, afar, across the seas, as we slow-dance in silence
One hurts his love too much and casts the auguries of violence
And in some corner of the world, as I take you to bed
A bleeding woman sleeps on ground, and turns the rain to red

And red: the shirt you wear that I take off your glistening skin
It smells of laughterful despair, but most it smells of sin
The taste of gin I transfer from my foulsome mouth to yours
While somewhere near, a someone's dear ties a noose of pure remorse

And many a good folk hang tonight as many a piper pipe
While tangled up in lust and love we live this selfish night
Your mother remembers not your name, my mother would not speak mine
She only wants her grief to end, and searches for a sign

Overhead, a silver moon blends in with smoky skies
I turn my head, to see it gleam, from between your hungry thighs
The gradual rise of tides propells the winds upon the sea
They carry a familiar scent of loneliness to me

And loneliness I feel as I ****** harder into you
And wonder if my loathsome act would pass my sin to you
I think of seas and birds and moons, I think of nooses tied
And think of those with darkened hearts, who in the darkness hide

Your eyes, as languid as they are, still hint at some desire
But in them I see my two own which bind a lifeless mire
And somewhere someone else like me, but like me not so much
Wrapped up around a one like you, resents her every touch

He, too, must wonder what goes on inside and out and far
Does he look as deep into her eyes, or does he look at stars?
Perhaps some poor soul near to him is trapped in sorrow boundless
Perhaps he hears the distant cries, the music almost soundless

But fret not, love, the world goes on, and on it will still spin
The slave will always lose the game, but the master will not win
And if in futile act we make some vapid love tonight
Just pretend in all this dark there is a faint flicker of light

The dead bird no more stepped upon, the jewel's lost in the sea
The dog feasts on a rotting bone, now plays no melody
All sorts of things here happen while we dance and kiss and drink
And if I could control the seas, this awful world would sink
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