I Love You

Once I love your sound, and miss your words, then I listen to your words and love them, but then I feel like loving your sound again....and then I remember how lovely were your words....I hear you again and again....and love to hear you again...and then I love you all the more.........I keep hearing, I keep loving and I keep feeling, how much longer can I hear you, and how much more can I love you, and then, I stop thinking and hear you more to love you more and love to hear you a lot more to love you more.......

Blood Jesus

"I am Jesus...I have HIM in me, I will rise, and murder thee, I will fall not but crucify them all, blood shall honour me, let thy death be my colour, a gabardine of wrath, an attire of vendetta, I love thee, I love thine death more, so come to me, bare thy bosom, let me drive the holy blade through thy core, and glorify my thirst. Let me consume the red life which oozes out of thy wound, let me sip thy end with my uncouth lips, let me be thy end, thine disaster be my ravish, and thy malady my flourish......"

Shadows Of My Failure

The shadows of my past haunt me; I have failed, over and over again.

I still don’t know how I turned up like this, tormented by the despot within, shackled by my senses, inhibited by my own presence, catatonic, I have failed, oh the shadows, I fear them.

Once I thought of winning, I failed, once I thought of loving, I failed, once I thought of redemption, I failed, now I think of living, and I know I shall fail, oh the shadows of my past. I fear them, oh the shadows.

I retrospect, all seem nothing but a lay of failure, euphony for others, a swan song for me, oh the shadows, I detest them, I fear them.

Roses

THEIR FACES ARE SO PRETTY,
FRAGRANCE IS ALL SUCH A BEAUTY;

THE ENSEMBLE IS SO COLOURED,
THE REST OF THE WORLD SEEMS SO BLURRED;

THEY ARE SO ALIVE,
AS FRESH AS HONEY IN A BEE HIVE;


THEIR SIGHT LEAVES ME CATALEPTIC,
REST EVERYTHING IS SO HERETIC;


THEIR PRESENCE IS NOT FAIR,
THEY ARE STEALING MY SHARE OF AIR;


NO MORE CAN I LOOK AT THEM,
SMILING FACE OF A UGLY HEATHEN;


ENCHANTING IS THE UGLINESS IT POSSESSES,
A BOUQUET OF MOTLEY COLOURED ROSES.

I Am Waiting

I am here waiting for you, staring at the horizon,
ears searching for that faint sound of your foot steps.....
my eyes searching for that hazy silhouette,


I am waiting for that euphonious voice to ring in my ears...
that touch which soothes even the deepest wounds,


I am waiting.......for that evening, that breeze,
and that moment of sheer frenzy, starting from my lips....
and ending in your eyes,
enlightening every niche in my body,
every corner of my heart, every depth of my mind....

I am waiting, for life to smile back through your face, through your eyes touching my soul,
healing the scalds which our distance has given me....


I am waiting, for the moment I stare in your eyes,
and see my whole life passing by,
an allusion from heaven,
making me feel like an immortal commoner.....
I am waiting.....for you to be with me, Forever...........

I Wonder

What does Heaven look like, I wonder,
A soft voice or the lord talks like a thunder,

Was it a blessing or was I a curse to this world,

Could someone had lived it better or was I the one to suffer,

Was it love or an illusion,
Or was it my usual delusion,

Did I hear my heart break,
Or was it another ellusion I decided to take,

Is it the overture to my decadence,
The euphony of my last belligerence,

Will I lose or ravish,
Or keep fighting till I perish,

Who would answer my queries,
Mystical gnomes, magical elves, or pretty fairies,

How will I die,
Will my demise make the stones cry,

Why does silence haunt me,
Why do I fear darkness,
Why can't I Flee,
From this philandering numbness,

I ask this in my wake and slumber,
Why am I still alive I wonder.

My Story

Silently crept the night into my courtyard,
On my lap did the moon shine,
A story bred in Love's boulevard,
Born but in a puddle of brine;

Begins with the birth of an unknown destiny,
Beholder of a forsaken fortune,
A cry which bestows melancholy,
Like a knell sounding an ominous tune;

A forbidden tale floating in a lake of tears,
the hues been so mute,
Songs of the hell it bears,
As sweet as a blood fed flute;

A life running amok,
The duties left undone,
A pain becoming a laughing stock,
My demise was a paragon of fun;

Now I see the end of the road,
Behind me is a diminishing light,
I do not remember how deep pierced the sword,
Or how against death I lost the fight...

The Words Of Desire

These are my words of desire,
Love brews in my heart like a raging fire;

At times I imagine life without you,
How the robe of happiness will I sew;

How would I smile with melancholy so wide,
Where the tears would I hide;

I want you close to my bosom,
The buds of joy within me blossom;

The colours of divinity I want to find some,
I want to have u till the eternity come;

These are my words of desire,
Love brews in my heart like a raging fire...

A Celestial Vision

Long ago came to me a vision,
Left onto my craving a deep incision;

The face to my smile did befit,
Glory from a sensuous silhouette;

Emanated from within her bosom the light so divine,
Sweetened my flowing sorrow so saline;

Caressed the hollowness inside,
Voided the melancholy beside;

From the darkest niches to an enlightened life,
She carried me to my last strife;

The strife to survive and deign my inner despot,
To appease the uncouth soul embracing harlot;

A thought like a wound so morbid,
Turning the valiant dauntless so turbid;

The vision a form of celestial demeanour,
My pains alleviated by the ethereal paramour.

Your Devinity

A soul so close but a face so far,
A love so deep and hatred a scar;

I love you with my blood, soul, and life,
You are so close in my every strife;

Stay next to me so that I may survive,
And from the forsaken world a little smile I may derive;

From the passion to the calms,
To my charred heart you are God's alms;

Never can I see the distance without you,
Never could my existence be good and new;

All I need is your love for eternity,
All I could give you is my love for your divinity.

Promenade to Perdition

Again and again I saw a flash,
It struck my eyes like a known word,
Hurts me like a bitter whip lash,
My painful shriek is still unheard;

That flash crumbles in my eyes,
Do not know how long will the dream stay,
My angel no more flies,
My hopes break like a house of clay;

Bearing a grudge against humanity,
Living under the shadows of damnation,
I love my bit of insanity,
Walking on the promenade to perdition;

A streak of blood cools my heat,
And washes the dirt off my face,
Time and tide I could not beat,
Life walked past me at a brisk pace.

Those Two Eyes

I lie on my back,
And at the heavens I stare,
A trace of zeal I lack,
My life is so devoid of the living flare;

I gallivant on the stretches of infinity,
All I see is the hollow end,
Can anything void this un-certainity,
And make my flacid fate bend;

But something has a suddenly filled my abyssmal,
Rendered all pains so stultified,
Made my hopelessness seem so dismal,
And my split soul so unified;

Its nothing but that smile and those two eyes,
which shook me awake,
Now my angel soars and flies,
And has made all my sorrows so fake,

I am so nurtured and alive,
I know now what is the sweet love,
Its you and your raw warmth so naive,
Which makes me glide like a dove,

My life now is so complete and content,
My stars in the sky shine all so bright,
No other gift from heavens do I intent,
As I have you and and ur love in sight

Red Flowers

I SAW A BUNCH OF RED FLOWERS,
I STARED AT THEM FOR HOURS;

IT SEEMED THEY COULD SPEAK,
THROUGH MY EYES THEY COULD PEEK;

THEY COULD TOUCH MY DREAMS,
SILENCE MY MINDLES SCREAMS;

THE REDNESS SPREADING OVER THE EVENING SKY,
TOWARDS THE COLOUR THE BIRDS WOULD FLY;

IN THEIR FLUTTER I AM SOARING HIGH,
AGE SLOWLY PASSING BY;

THE SHRINKING LIGHT CALLS A STRANGE GLOOM,
MYRIAD EMOTIONS IN MY HEART BLOOM;

I FLOATED IN THE MELODY FOR HOURS,
THE EVENING, THE BIRDS, AND THE BUNCH OF RED FLOWERS.

A Thought

My life began many years back,
Few memories I do lack;

Now I look at the past,
Time sped by me so fast;

The motley coloured hours of splendour,
How I lost I still ponder;

The laughing face of my fate,
Weaved a world which I so hate;

A souvenir of the heavenly love,
The sight of a dying dove;

All these thoughts prick me deep,
My soul lies under a decaying heap;

Many a days are still to come,
Little strength I need, but can't find some;

I still gaze the sky,
And hope that one day I will fly high.....