The bedsheets roll over,
as you pause to hover
over miles and miles of my skin,
that tangle with yours akin.

You spill the pearls of desire,
as I intently glow, like fire
that burns the dark meadows
into the forgotten shadows.

Our breaths stay still,
as the night slowly fill
the silences that once stayed.
Then stars burst all at once, a grenade.

The wind roams flirtatiously,
as we grow voraciously
high in the night, to drown
in the drunk sheets, before dawn.

The clouds of the skies
ripped open her agonies
today,
As I patiently observed
her tremendous thunders go unheard
to all.
As she poured her tears
all into the soil's lairs,
once parched.
As the winds blew to soothe
her swollen eyes, in her blues
he stayed.
While she broke down binds
each thunder, the winds
blew through
Her hair as her tears dried
up and sunshine gleamed through
her smile.
He gleamed.

The early dose of caffeine
dons the costume of
fuel amidst the sleepy
blues of oblivion.
As I huddle up
in the balcony
to observe the rain
wash away the nights'
miseries away and shine
the light on my soul and the
dreams that remain a mystery.

The shards of fallacies
of the past souls
await, the robust
youth.

The shards impale them,
as their boiling
young blood,
stands witness,

To the reminiscence
of the fallacies.

The untimely mime ends,
with the final credits,
as the smiles and tears,
bear witness to my soul,
throughout the whole
episode.

The life's ride unravels
new visions yet to travel,
through the eyes of the old,
who lived through his life, bold.
Through the odes of the heroes
that survived the rain of arrows,
the blood that spoke in it's silence,
outliving the brutal violence.
The swords that reeked of cynical intent
that left the voices of the needy distant,
into the mundane walk of evolution,
into the urbane solution
of living through a window
of technology due to a limbo,

caused by a uncanny cough.

The curtain rise,
as the eyes peer
into my hands,
for the dirt
they want to see.

The plane was her last ride,
back to her home
from the deserts of dreams.
The modern plague of her times
drained the last bit out of her.

The ride began as she huddled
her child and spouse close
as if the she knew it was their last
embrace and warmth.
They fell into the indefinite slumber.

The rain lashed it's fury and
winds howled death.
The pilot's last breath was put into
stopping the airborne casket of hopes.
As it skid and crashed them.

Their hopes to live remain immortalized
in their indefinite sleep,
as we mourn their loss,
through the tears of pain that
tear out our folly.

Your arms reach out
for my lost breaths,
as you breathe into me
the soul of  Gaia,
the colossal womb
of rebirth.

I'm alive again

as her soul embraces me,
as I convince the lost
to grow out again,
with the rains
from heaven.

Take away these brick and stones,
that we seek shelter in.
Take away the promises you once
pacified us all with.
Take away the blue skies above us,
and replace it with grey clouds.
Take away the land that your fraudulent
minds apparently amass.
Take away the nature which grew
it's roots deep into our souls.
Take away our property, wealth and trophies
that still reek of our sweat of ages.
Take away the media that we see
and blindfold her with injustice.
Take away but you can never take the soul
that keeps this land alive.
Take away but you can never take the knowledge
of your people.
Take away but you can't wipe the smile off
our children of soil.
Take away but we don't forgive nor forget.

The gardens of perfumed bliss
make me stop and stare as the
fumes run through me,
igniting the odes of passion
that once died in the drought
of the wilted roses in my dreams.

To the ones who held
my hand and instilled
in me the ambitions
for a lifetime,

Your words set
fuel to ignite the
fire of enlightenment that
dispelled the shadows
of ignorance.

The gratitude  within
this soul's unbound,
something I cannot express.
I rise up in memories of your
knowledge

The air grows crisp,
as the emotions for him
become dense.
Reliving the suffocation,
of the soul, as he fought
for his life
in the hands of
the spawn of the devil.
Together with tarnished
memories the world,
moves with weary steps.
For the sequel
of justice.

The wind getting cold,
his words are getting old,
yet they keep me warm,
a step away from harm.
The letters I posted
stay lonely and ghosted,
in the icy wind frozen,
amidst the lies, brazen.
Your arrival bought me joy,
but just to hear you tell his ploy,
as you held out his resignation letter.
I turned into my own abettor.

The winds blow through my hair,
as I dream being held near
as we dance to the strings of love,
in the gardens of our minds.

Swaying to the mystique tunes
of our hearts, while our eyes
wander along the outlines of the unknown
entities of the universe.

The pangs of hunger engulf
the sacred body,
as the heart raises its call
for the feast,
of the dancing stars that
collide into
a million pieces and
drowning in
the waters of ethereal love,
drenched.

Stop holding me back for once,
see the fire burning in every ounce
of scribbles and words of mine.
Stop making me guilty for my flight,
and look into the horizon so bright.
Stop making me resent your roof,
while all this time you stay aloof.
Stop shaming me for someone's fault,
and let them go into the devil's vault
of sins, see the virtues in me that I lock
from the fear that you might tear and block.
Stop thinking my life for your honour,
and save this human in me from this horror.
Stop it, with your words that shatter my esteem
and do make me drift away from your team.
Stop the assumptions from the lores of the devil,
and look into my dreams arranged in levels.
Stop it , Stop it, Stop it,
When will you feel words I write
and stop linking insanity with my fight.  
Stop it

Time slips away,
as you prepare my
farewell;
And I drown into
the ocean of thoughts,
unprepared, alone
as I gnaw at my cage
relentless,
as the pomp
is heard outside.
The wings cut off and
freedom seized for
the shallow prestige
of the vultures.
The words given, now
wash away with
the water,
as I desperately try to
find it,
and identity and faces
changed for the
benefit of some.
The boneless spectators,
watch as I am
made to dance,
in the show of Honour.
As I become "dignified".

The walls seem to fade in colour,
the ones that held on to my valour.
The rain breaks out wild,
as my thoughts revile
the dubious washed walls.
Till then I seek refuge in the lost halls.
While I count my marbles,
to the evergreen warbles.

The walk's difficult,
along the strings of trust,
as you almost throw me over
into the chasm of ghosted waters.
My tears assimilate into the salted
waters as the strings almost snap
with each step.

While my heart, your heart,
an apocalypse

Hush, coz they'll run
and ruin your fun.
Hide your pain,
fears, tears in vain.
Act your apparent
hide your inherent,
for the better days
and the success rays.
As they buy the flawless
and dream of finesses,
that is missing
and keep longing.

Loneliness shrouds me,
as I walk along this path
once again.


The unknown air of silence,
grips my mind,as I close my eyes
once again.


I hear the waters at the end of the chasm
as I dream of drowning,
once again.