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Vilakshan Gaur Dec 2016
The leaves were coated by the frost
that shone at night like diamonds white
The sweeping breeze let out a hiss
as cold as peaks of tallest height

There flew a lonesome snowy owl
surveying the milky land below
in search of his beloved wife
that fell in clenches of the snow

The night was harsh, but love was strong
the cold gripped at his trembling heart
And stars above filled up the sky
they watched as two were forced apart

With weary wings and heavy breath
the owl came down to meet the snow
His talons clawed and dug in deep
a frantic beast in love and woe

He thought: How she must be in pain
how hopeless on this cruel night
Below, his talons searched with hope
Above, the stars were losing light

As dismal as could be, he was
His yellow eyes now filled with gloom
But still, he fought the biting winds
and gave no thought to likely doom

He flapped his wings and flew and hopped
to find his life in snowy field
And desperate, he hooted loud
in trembling voice with cry concealed

But soon his search would reach its end
for in the distance was a mass
As white as snow and hard to spot
if not for blood that stained its parts

Scattered feathers, tattered limbs
she lay as statues, motionless
He approached her carcass, bewildered
alone and frail, in wilderness

The stars above now gave no light
as he embraced the lifeless form
Two owls of snow, two strings of love
a tragic end, with no reform

The search had left him weak and frail
Despair to hope would give no room
So he lay beside her gazeless corpse
to rest inside their frozen tomb
Vilakshan Gaur Nov 2016
'Guilty!', hear the noble words
Loud as thunder, hard as steel
Filthy! Look at filthy ****!
Make you bleed! They make you bleed!

Liar! Liar! Spreads the truth
Hang him, beat him, tear his eyes
How dare he tell us right from wrong
and tell the whole world of our lies?

Fire! Fire! Burn his sins
Break his bones and peel his skin
Hang him from the highest pole
How can we let the righteous win?

'Traitor! Traitor!', scream the snakes
He poisons minds with love and peace
War is our peace, and blood our love
Cut off his tongue and club his knees

"Guilty!", hear the shameless words
Innocence is your greatest crime
We'll give you freedom for a price
that you can never pay in time
Vilakshan Gaur Oct 2016
A scream from dead silence begotten
Rushed through the curtains of your lips
And raced across the bounds of time
Blood from my past now gently drips

Forlorn, you lay, beneath this earth
How long oh did I mourn for you
And born you were out of the sky
The sky that I left torn for you

Now hear do I your sweetest scream
My eyes, indeed, are pouring out
But dead you lay, my oldest friend
How can your voice be heard about?

I've heard of time's illusions oft
That death is but a trick of life
So neatly wound, a set of dreams
And sounds of truth, in set of lies

Does sense deceive; perception betray?
Does God play evil games with man?
Do I see your face in distant light?
Or a trick played by the devil's hand?

I place my hand on shuddering heart
You are no more, but still you are
Reaching out from a time bygone
I sense you close, but much too far
Vilakshan Gaur Apr 2016
When there is no way except to part
And the memories make you cry
You think that someday they will fade
But does true love ever die?

Does it die in shame or in regret?
Does it bleed and does it ache?
Do you cry yourself to sleep at night
And also when you wake?

We strangle love with tender grasp
But we do not realize
That it breathes no more, until too late
But does true love ever die?

We go through memories like a book
The things that we will miss
The way you used to hold my hand
The way we used to kiss

The times when life was with no bounds
When moments whispered by
They say that all must come to end
But does true love ever die?

Does true love ever beg to live?
Do we **** it to be free?
Why do we try to **** the thing
We do not wish to see?

When questions drown your answers out
And you stand there asking 'why?'
One question that will haunt you is:
Does true love ever die?

It seems unreal, a fading dream
How could it ever end?
A thing so grand; so beautiful
To its grave, untimely sent

But what does end: The love or us?
For in its grave is where we lie
We are the thing we wish to ****
So can love truly die?

It floats among immortal stars
So far we cannot see
And spreads across the sky, released
We breathe it, you and me

So when memories come bleeding out
And make you weep and cry
Just look up at the stars and know:
True love can never die
Vilakshan Gaur Feb 2016
As dead as death's dull, deep, dark eyes
and cold as coffins carved in ice
the beast that breathes beneath the moon
has left his languid, lone cocoon

His howl is heard from highest hill
new night brings nasty need to ****
bright, the blood burns bubbling hot
and flows from farthest frozen frost

Vile, his vice of violent kind
meets malice of his maddened mind
A shape as sharp as shards of glass
its silhouette stands as seasons pass

Do you dread the darkest days of death?
the darkest demon's darkest breath
this tyrant turns the trees to dust
and seas of salt to seas of rust

The green of grass will grow so gray
no light on leaves or land will lay
no sun will soar to soothe the sky
red rain will rage with wrath from high

Now embrace the embers ending all
the baneful beast will bring the fall
Can you catch the creature crawling free?
This monster mad in menace is me
Vilakshan Gaur Jan 2016
Silent but violent, the tyrant is free
like smoke in the air, the tyrant will flee
sound out the sirens; the tyrant is loose
look into my eyes, the tyrant is me
Vilakshan Gaur Sep 2015
I sleep in fields of flowers dead
they look at me with scorn
but know not this about themselves:
they are as dead as these thorns

Here, where man does not belong
in my home, in peace I stay
I sooner would stab this heart of mine
than submit to their way

Among the endless lightless nights
that filled my heart with dread
I rose above like roses do
I rose above and bled

But must these days never come to end?
when I would feel no fright
dress me all in darkest black
the dress that's worn by night

I sleep in fields of flowers dead
beneath the faceless sky
beneath the vastness fathomless
I'll sleep until I die
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