Walking away from the plethora of emotions that besiege me
I step into the world of my dreams, my own reality

The flames in the heart still burn ablaze
Feeding on the glimpses of beauty that I chased

The memories of the slain past remain etched on the skin
The horror of my soul being ripped, lynched

And hidden beneath it remains her aura unfazed
Her incomparable beauty that my soul still craves

The song of the nightingale that used to sound
When the music of her words used to play aloud

And the fantasies that I hoped were going to be realised
The dreams that were shared and memories prized

The bloom of a new world we had seen
A paradise green, more serene

The dawn, the life that were, sufficed
In my memories abound, the winds of mortality didn't dare to take away the ethereal kite

The life in autumn leaves that was bestowed
The seeds of love in my heart that were sown

And the velvet hair that shone in the midnight moon
The peace of my heart that she ruled

The abyss in the heart that she filled
Rearing of my soul from the grave she willed

And then the satan struck, took away my bride
The numbness of my soul, the silent cries

And the windows of hopes were shattered, fell down
My tranquil, my life crumbled down

Insanity was readily welcomed into myself
No astoundness felt upon the loss, the jewel

She was gone forever, swept away
By a creature she now loved, for whom she prayed

The insomniacity of my dreams now became the only reality
The truth petrified me, dreams my sanity

Today, I forget my past and keep my heart in the rain
To be stabbed someday by her again

In the midnight vigil of my dreams
A faint lantern light ahead, it leads

The chilling winds that cross the spine
Then the sun that burns, and its shine

My faith has long walked on broken glass
Soul has dripped along, the wounds ever last

A stubborn silence in the place
And a stench of the deceased left to grace

And a carcass of hope that passes by
An autumn leaf, dead, it lies

A spectral music that ensues
A withered tree, its diseased fruit

A velvet night left to stare
And an untamed hollowness left to share

A blunt sword, held by its hilt
To **** some emptiness and eat my fill

I have traveled worlds, horizons apart
Waiting for the tunnel to end, a journey to start

Its only numbness now that I feel
The fire is extinguishing, so is my zeal

My perseverance fails, my eyes shut down
Paradise awaits me, the flames burn down

And then a white light coruscates, fills the sky
The colors reappear, subdue the cries

I see a creature, its golden locks sway
And a flower blooms where the parched land lay

She moves her wand, she spawns a dawn
And she heals the earth where it was torn

And some rain falls, from the ethereal skies above
It rejuvenates my soul, washes away the spilled blood

An exhilarating wind blows, flowers flutter to life
The heaven comes up, with the earth to dine

And I look at her, the angel in disguise
She loosens the knots in the lungs that are tied

The radiance of her beauty, the warmth in her eyes
I fail to behold it, it outcasts the light

And a nightingale sings, breaks the bow
Of silence that was created and was sowed

Some centuries pass, they seem like days
And in the forlorn deserts of time, these memories fall and lay

And then she stabs my heart, she fades away
The mirage disappears, I holding her hand, that was to stay

And it returns, my torment, my grief
Spiraling down, carried by the wind, it falls dead, the leaf

I have grown tired, my legs give away
It has been a strenuous journey, peace my heart craves

I walk down to my grave, a dove flies by
I lay down, beside the stake of holly, jabbed into me by my bride

Of twinkling stars far away
Of crimson leaves that shed and lay

And of glimpses remembered, the demented one tells
And memories, old and frail he sells

Unlike his contour, in his sturdy utterance
He speaks his dirge, of his remembrance :

'A world there was, long before
Bounded by its thousand seas, a thousand shores

A surreal place, so magnificent
A divine aura in its ambience

And it spake of glorious battles fought
Of kingdoms conquered and riches bought

And innocuous inhabitants of pure hearts
Of valiant warriors, well-wrought

Of the birds that sang and the lions that roared
And artisans who toiled and diligently worked

The trees that grew on the dunes of sand
And the river that flowed on the parched lands

And a king there was, proud and fierce
Of a heart warm, a mind clear

And a lass there was, by him was treasured
Loved and adored in quantities unmeasured

Of beauty unworldly, unreal she possessed
And flowers sprung out, where her foot did rest

And ripples in sound minds she created
Pure flowed the water from which she bathed

The heavens showered flowers up on her head
And in her presence, the sun came up on wintry beds

Warmth grew out of her smile
And even time stopped to glance for a while

She, a ruler of his dreams, of his day
An inexplicable solution of his maze

And a paradise together they had seen
In love intertwined they had been

But then she had betrayed, fled away
To a man in whose love she had caved

A fragmented soul struck with torment and grief
And silence answered to his pleads

And then his rage had unraveled upon this earth
Terrorized by him, of his insane mirth

Then his sword had spoken, his rave unleashed
And skies had come down, before him they kneeled

Subjected to his anger, to his wrath
Feared by his vengeance, the fury he cast

And from the colors of gore, the landscape was painted
He, ruler of a satanic world, he had created

The shards of his wounds, of his heart
He plunged them into the earth, devastation he marked

And then, his madness had subdued
Aghast of himself, his soul lay ****

And years hence, this letter to her grave
He had kept it with his heart, with a rose he had laid.'

And the lunatic looks up, grey and old
Exhausted from his ordeal, the tale that he has told

And a tear rolls down his wrinkled cheek
His wounds remain, his heart lays weak

In the backdrop, a violin plays
And with a stride slow, into the distance he fades

It’s a cold, windy night
Its eerie whispers sound
Escaping from the crevices of the metal clanking beside
Into the air, the anarchist blankets the town

It plummets meticulously into the streets
Foretelling the horrors near
In its rasp, harsh voice
The stench of which it shall bear

And as it falls upon his face
Its companion it does meet
It sweeps away the cold sweat
From the hazed figure it shall last see

Enraptured by the hellish glow
Whipping around, the figure it does embrace
Lured by the ambitions profound,
Quenching its thirst, the corpses it shall grace

Oblivious of the visitor beside
Determined, he strides forward
Minusculed by the hardened look, the steady hands
Swaying wildly, his shadow follows

The velvety night stretched across
Harbouring the shimmering jewels beneath
Its craft unduelled lays in the dunes of time
Faithfully reflected upon its sheen

And though into its dreary depths
Lay treasures, mysteries to uncover
Envisaging the satanic glow below
Grabbing the night beside, the jewels quiver

The white sphere coruscates, fills the sky
A heavenly glow emanates
The rays rivet down, searing through the misty night
Kissing themselves, lay dazed

Like the others, nor the water's at peace
Still visions it faithfully reflects
Trying to behold her lover's image inside
The sphere dissipates, the morbid night left

And he trudges along, a fixed purpose
His hollow thoughts, him they guide
Like darkness to a blind man
Driving the dead soul, his malice

Lighting the remnants of his bitter past
He treads upon the carpet of emotions laid
Each strand captivates, to avenge
Each strand a woeful tale it says

Some forlorn iridescent strands of the carpet
Of fragile memories prized, of bliss
Of the trance of her charm, the vista unbound
The touch of her lips, the emblazoned kiss

Their contact, it frightens him
Onto the winding path he carries on
And the destination nears, illuminated
By the ire of vengeance, of the armour he dons

Without hesitation or conscientious thought
He opens fire on the innocuous crowd
His sadist bloodshot eyes staring into the void
And with each drop spilled, for more the metal growls

Cries of agony awake the night
Mangled bodies strewn across
And pleas of mercy and help muffled
Of wind's insane mirth, from the present it had sought

The crimson hue of the landscape
The glistening red it boasts
Fulfilling a painter's dreams, the mound of bodies
Seeds of death plants it has sown

Mingled with gore, the mud beside
And marred bodies within it trapped
And the dreams that shall never be fulfilled
And memories that shall never be cast

A spectacle of plight of men and women he witnesses
A greater good he achieves
Corpses of dead infants clinging to their mothers
He fulfills the dream of his creed

Remorse and anguish dawns
He gazes the eyes of a lifeless girl
And the troubled memories again hit
And onto his feet the carpet unfurls

Tears trickle down, his features soften
Picking the metal that has long been part of his
He looks up, announcing his arrival
Falls with a mundane finality as it hits

Whisperings of a morbid night foretell
Of a humble visitor that the velvet shall grace
Hope sears through the indolent air
Mutterings of a sweet dream it lays.

And its wispy arms, it spreads
Turned crystal white with its eternal age
With clandestine diligency it works around
A heavenly glow kindling from its face

It leaps across with its companion
On amethyst streams, through its sprays
The curved drops of life falling with a time-less reflection
Vivifying the wind in the boundless chase

And it blankets the forests in its spell
It plummets meticulously into the dark
Veering down the crevices unwelcome
Effacing the veneer of darkness, on a journey it embarks

It's gentle in its temperament
But of sturdy shoulders it boasts
With an unfaltering expression it entails
With a vivacious drive, all, it endures

Somewhere across a strewn landscape
An irrational vindictiveness comes to work
A carpet of bullets laid across
Sprays the emblazoning red across in its mirth

Fulfilling a painter's dream
The lewd red glistens on the grass
A town awakened to a carnage of dreams
The stars flicker, frightened, the night they grasp

And a clarion mingled with the mud beside
A crestfallen spectacle it boasts
This verbose only euphemising the sight
Knitting the strands of malice, the blood flows

Cries of agony and pain resound through the stench
Corpses of infants clinching their mother's
And the face of a young girl clinging to a pole
Whimpering at the face, numbness inside, it bursts

And this despondent night, the visitor visits
Sweeps across the blown landscape, dispassionate
Stops beside the girl and in its soothing elegy
Tells tales of the battles of happiness lost in time's chase

And Hope, it lingers on
With ardent belief and patience to reap
And the girl weeping with blank, black eyes
The memories that shall never be cast, the mother she shall never see

The young ones of a bird remain
Stranded in their nest, their stomachs inviting
Squeaking and gnawing with their tiny beaks
Oblivious, their mother shall never appear, suffice in this cold, biting

A mother in a furtive torment
Fruits of whose shall have been sweet
A life that may have spawned, laughing with clenched fists
Unknowing, what the vicissitudes shall entail, what fate it shall meet

A boy with a kite in his hand
And a euphoric smile on his face
With dreams of racing with the wind
And mists of clouds that he shall chase

Hope casts an omnipresent shadow, moves along
With a passive effect binding them all together
Harbringing life, sweeps off the tears
Lifts them up to the zenith in its calm, dependent clutches

Kingdoms fall and statues wither away
The tide of time takes its toll on all, in the unduelled race
But Hope suffices, clings on to the little crevices
Gives little flocks of dreams for the girl to chase

Staging the abyss of an impending cessation
The dark expanse lays stretched across
And beneath, in its surreptitious labyrinths
Lay white dreams to unravel, in time, lost

Under this glittering montage of departed souls
Lies a troubled night, in hand, a palette it bears
Whether a plaintive hue should grace the occasion
Or an ebullient serenade, the birds shall hear

The very earth, where countless crimson streams hath flowed
Withholds a pungent smell, which the rains shall release
And it gazes impassive, into the void
Awaiting the faltering steps that shall forever cease

And vestiges of times, the trees, they sway
Casting queer shadows in the placid waters below
And the ghostly gushes, the leaves, they tug
Reverring the end, bow in a vaudevillian show

And silence reverberates across the woods
Strings of the harp, wildly they swing
And the invisible hand twitches them to its insatiable thirst
Into the endless night, silent melodies it sings

Dancing to the minstrelsy exhibition
Struck by the virulent, a red leaf alone it spins
The dampened wind materializes, glides along
With a picturesque elegance, to its deathbed, it brings

And with this servitude of wind, nature has toyed around
Of countless summers with it, had dreamt
And though it lies in its cold, wintry grave
For a vivifying spring, the duel begins

And as it lies trampled, a votive
Cherishing the last marks of the wind it shall entail
A man, none brighter than the mist around
Dawdles forward, facing the vestibule of his mundane fate

With a perpetual stoop, the timeless wonder
A paradigm of an immaculate creation perfected by age
And this derelict entity, with dipping eyebrows
Limps along into the ubiquitous haze

And this crude parody of child
Moulded and crafted by the sands of time
Marks the finale of His greatest creation
As the crying infant rings the opening chime

The few strands of hair, they humble the infanceness
The folds of skin hang loose
And the staff handles his feathery weight
Boundless patience, with prudent steps he moves

Sans tooth and blind, deprived of sounds he is
He craves for the innocent chuckle of a newborn
And its ethereal touch that shall span generations
Shall light the moribund, for the new morn

The weight of his past closes his eyes, tears glisten
He remembers the touch of his mother's *****
And the lullabies she sang, sleepless nights
Pages of his memoirs lay blotten

And the feel of the grass, on the verdant landscape
The sun gliding upon the waters, sweet summer afternoon
And the open seas mocking it with a ripple
And the shrubs wave beside some kingdom's ruins

The birds romancing their way through the canopies
The butterflies find their way through flowery drowsiness
And the eyes of his love that he used to behold
And her hand on top of his that used to rest

His decrepit limbs, he trudges along
The stars shimmer above, light up the way
Fulfilling the tryst, with open arms, he embraces Death
The sweet memory of her love fades

And far away, into the distance
A dawn blossoms, rises up the shores
And a young one laughs, greets the despondent night
Shaking his clenched fists, catches the dreams that soar

A sagacious silence over the charred scene prevails
Where countless shadows hath rift apart
A deceitful sight, worthy of contempt
Image of a tearful girl, it imparts