wraith of white
you wander wild
the hinterland
Valkyrie's child

your breath pants mist
in icy caves
you have made
10, 000 graves

your image is
in winter skies
its crystal glitters
in your eyes

loping through
the cold chill wood
its secrets you
have understood

born to lead
long of fang
through the glaciers
your voice rang

lonely in your Lycan heart
you made the ****
your kindest art

wolf of legend
wolf of lore
you'll reign untamed

forevermore


soulsurvivor
(C) 2/16/2014
Rewritten 6/12/2015

It's not the world we are afraid of

But, the darkness that it guards in it

Some times you have to confine yourself against will

Lot of times I feel like am a free bird

I wish I have my own wings

There comes the reality

Which has always a plan for me

To obey, the orders it has for me

Tying me to destiny

Nonetheless, I am not always a puppet

When I realize everything is an illusion or maya

I walk towards what my heart sings for

A dream is always my best friend were

I don't have limitations

To achieve such dreams is my journey !!!

Sometimes it feels like a huge hole
Right in the center of my being
Widening at every instance
The other times, it feels like
Like I'm breaking apart
Crumbling down like a castle of cards
When I look at myself in the mirror
And look at my eyes,
They seem as dead as they can be
It feels so horrible
Like some sort of demon
Or perhaps a beast
Tearing my heart bit by bit
With its claws piercing my flesh
Making me suffer
This invisible pain without any reason
I want to scream in agony
And despair
I want to shriek as loud as I can
But I just sit silently
Drowned in madness
That's how I feel

there are times when you

work mechanically.

you don't feel like

a human.

you don't feel

life.

all you focus is

a rat race.

*Even if you won the race you would be a big rat.

I never got to love the girl
she spreads wide her rainbow net
where the sky plunges on crystal river
tides swell to hide her shame
ebb to fill her bag of catch

I never got to love the girl
her hairs in the wind
my dreams spawn
a flower rising from the riverbed
she grants a love in my head
spreads wide her rainbow net
thru the long night of blue moonshine
her frock fills up with sparkling life

I never got to love the girl
could no way be the right match.

The old man mumbles in a dying voice
had my sons been alive.

A tear wells in the daughter's eyes.

She pours a spoon of water in his mouth
and wipes his lips and her eyes.

Having lit the pyre of his three sons
he was willing to barter his daughter's life
if that made God grant him another son
and here is the daughter by his bedside
feeding, cleaning and even shaving him
her only prayer to God being to save his life
bartering her entire means.

Outside the thunder cracks the sky
and she spreads a tarpaulin over the bed.

my son laments the father.

Inside her is no cover for rain.

On a distant summer
a girl walked four miles
to sell fruits at the haat
and mowed by the May heat
fell asleep on a patch of concrete.

The noon dusts played around her
sleep little girl rest your feet
the winds will play you a song
refresh you with dreams so sweet
the walk back home won't be long.

The sun had slid the shadows grown
when opened her dream dazed eyes
there she was at the haat all alone
her fruits in the basket had dried.

She had dreamed a round dime
clutched in her palm
colored gold with her wish

she had slept thru the time
and when the winds calmed
held nothing to buy home a fish.

Time has flown those dusts far away
years have grown her wise
yet when the winds blow lonely in May
her tears she cannot disguise.