With a flick of hair over her eyes,
She carves intently a mysterious art.
Like a song following the rhythm,
Fireflies move around her heart.
She drives her imagination ,
Beyond the scope of my senses.
It's a gift of the grace,
To build without fences.

Dreamweaver makes it all,
For everyone's heart and
Dreamweaver wishes it all,
For everyone's dancing faces but
Who'll give her those dreams
Who'll make her free again

How poor I've become.
No words to write.
No thoughts to portray.
No story to live.

Blank.
Void.
Null.
Emptiness and Echoes.

i live for the wrath,
i feed upon your destiny.
i haunt your nightmares,
i am lunacy.
hide from your mind,
hide from your thoughts.
i'll **** the holiness,
and your soul will bleed.

infernal,****** descendants,
bearers of doom.
lost devoid shades of scourge,
insane and gruesome.
rising from your depths,
confine you in your own belief,
sacrifice your soul.

you are not dead yet,
you are not insane.
cry for your sins,
yield for your debts.
it's not the end,
and we rise again.

I watched you live,
I watched you die.
I watched you laugh,
And I watched you cry.
Every winning moment,
Or whenever you fell.
I watched you silently,
I watched you dwell.

Learning to walk,
Again and again.
A new experience,
With every new step .
There were times,
When you lost yourself.
I watched you regain
That belief underneath.

I watched you rise,
To the extreme horizons.
I watched you stumble,
On calmest of roads.
You'll fly some day,
To the skies unknown.
I just wish I'm a thing,
You'd like to own.

Falling in your arms again,
Waiting for your revered touch.
Your thoughts cross my mind.
I know you don't need me,
you don't want me to stay.
But I'm constrained.

Trying to hold us together,
And you're tearing me apart.
It's an unending war now.
Even if I lose it will be a win
And you know why.
But it'll be in vain.

Every passing moment,
Makes my thoughts twitch.
And then they fly to new horizons.
To find a safe haven.
To find a new bane.

Calmness.
Serenity.
A dusty trail descending slowly.
Bright red sky burning.
Eyes on the horizon,
Mind in a rest.
Everyone is thirsty,
Everyone dead.

Wandering in heavenly skies,
Lost among dull clouds.
I saw a legion of souls,
Indifferent mass of stones.
Air was pale and
Woods were dim.
Those blackened souls solely felt nothingness,
Heaven was turned to hell.
Suddenly i felt numbness,
My feet were frigid.
And a dreadful course ran all over me,
When i saw the slaughter of that behemoth.
He was the psychotic supreme being,
He was the gravedigger of the heavens.

Ripping them apart he was coming for me,
And i was a mere soul for him.
As such grows the terror of his swings,
And every bit arises the numbness of my body.
I was craving to free myself,
But my consistence wasn't.
Under his shadow i saw myself evanescing,
All hopes were gone,death was a conviction.
His figure was adumbrating me,
I was blackened.

I had to contend,
I had to get free.
Fighting against my fears,
I had to strive against his might.
I picked up my final strength,
And rushed for the final crusade.
For if thou shall die,
Die for thy honour,die for thy eminence.

I see you flying everyday,
To your huge paper nest.
You never get tired,
And never need rest.
I heard you're like us,
Maybe better.
I too have a society,
But yours matter.

Black shining drape,
adorned by legion of jewels.
Calm soothing aroma,
leaves me agape.
As she dances with me,
I can feel her embrace.
My hands tremble to touch her,
her skin so slape.

Her bare presence and serene thoughts,
pulled me in a reverie.
I never felt so peaceful,
I never felt so sane.
Its been too long,
the moment will pass.
I wish I could seize it,
alas! nothing can remain.

I burn my dreams away,
just to stay with her.
But i see her fade away once again,
in the midst of a new dawn.

Pain.

Why do we feel it?



Some days it makes you feel alive,

This is what gives a sensation of life.

But then again what is live,

And what is this that you call life.



Some days it's just another bane,

A gift of misery, brought by expectations.

But do you deserve it,

Do you need these frustrations?



Some days it's just another part

Of every moment that's passing.

And you understand its true meaning,

Just a little piece of your mind.

blink,
and the world around you will change.
think,
and the reality inside will fade.
stop,
let it stay for a while.
slack,
feel the flow and then smile.

search the rattle,
through this hazy morass.
drop by drop,
every moment will pass.
pierce the crust,
who cares for a gall.
walk and jump,
they are labelling your fall.

don’t be afraid,
sweet dreams are made of this.
don’t work too hard,
you were born to find the bliss.
rip apart,
you don’t needs this religion.
follow your heart,
into the red region.

never try to leave,
this one way alley.
take the first turn left,
to set yourself free.

A mother sings a lullaby,
to comfort her child.
A little girl watches her,
in a fixed glassy stare.
Her heart is in a reverence,
but her reflection so mild.
She walks away from the door,
lost in her own thoughts.
“Why did i loose it?”
“Who is to blame?”
As she reaches her room,
with tears in her eyes.
She veils her thoughts again,
to save the family knot.

A kid comes back home,
and jumps off his bike.
He rushes thorough the door,
only to freeze.
His mother is on the couch,
with a man who is unknown.
Grace and innocence,
both shatter in his mind.
“Why did it happen?”
“Who is to blame?”
As he sits under a bridge,
in the pouring rain.
“Why?” he wonders,
“We have to save the family knot.”

A guy is lying on the floor,
syringe by his side.
His eyes bedazzled by lights,
and his mind by the spell.
His mother stands by the door,
too numb to move.
Her eyes widened,
Belief expunged.
“Why did he do this?”
“Who is to blame?”
As she walks inside to save him,
with her soul crying for help.
“How?”She oppugns,
“She will save the family knot.”

"relate"
One calm night,
Under a yellow moon.
Just to find some solitude,
I was wandering through the woods.
Suddenly,
I felt a presence.
It was coming close,
"what it might be?"
I wondered blindly,
As there was no one to be seen.

It said that it wanted to talk,
To come out of its loneliness.
So I sat under a pine,
Hypnotised by those voices.
So thus started its story,
A tale of true vices.

Long long ago,
In a wilderness.
It lived without a cause,
Only freedom and openness.
It was wild, it was young,
It was everything serene.
It was the way,
It was the only dream.
But you know how life works,
In mysterious ways.
It was lost in the wild,
Which once was it's home.
It was struggling in the freedom,
It was bound in its own openness.
They wanted it to dissolve,
In their new acid rain.
And it did everything they said,
Just to see their gain.