A sudden dark invasion
Of lies
Reflected unto
A reminiscent line of blood.
The mistakes
Too far to be redeemed
A bereft heart cries
Amidst the snarls of distrust.
The pain that was sought
Now bewailing in the prime
In a shrunken moment
All diminished to a paradigm fall
The tale now speaks
Of a fallen warrior
Whose love was doomed
Into an ephemeral apocalypse
Soaked in graven mournings
He lies, with blood on his hand
And the blood reminisce
Of love eternal
This only way that leads to you
I light with fire, without a sound
I drink those tears – I walk away
WHILE THE BRIDGE IS BURNING DOWN
All your thoughts fill up my mind
But not one look I’ll cast behind
I’ll crush these moments’ weak…..
And what was it I asked of you
Nothing more than was my due
But no more will I seek
Rewarded for my gift of love
I get to wear this thorny crown
The smoke has darkened all my dreams
WHILE THE BRIDGE IS BURNING DOWN
The distance now will only grow
What lies beneath no one will know
But will you get your sleep…….?
Those moments that brought us to life
When every part felt so alive
Will they freeze in memories deep?
With shivering hands I bury them
Some obscure corner of the town
I touch my heart – it has turned to stone
WHILE THE BRIDGE IS BURNING DOWN
For all important things you’re free
You’ll never need to answer me
Go – conquer every peak…………
When all you get – you’ll know the cost
That in the bargain what you lost
The heart will solace seek
May be some day you’ll want to meet
You’ll search that bridge – you’ll look around
But we’re parted now for life, my love
YOU DID NOT SEE AND THE BRIDGE BURNED DOWN
Souls are up for sale,
bought by the mindless
to be hung on bare walls,
trapped in the pages of the Holiness,
a representation of blind faith.
I burn a candle
for the dead.
Prayers now echoes
Screams of the brutalized
Of the massacred.
Of blazing houses.
Blood stirred in saffron,
Religion is now one color.
I burn a candle
for the dead.
She walked,
Among werewolves and law abiders.
Her hands shielded her
raped and mutilated dignity,
The Cross weighing down on her bare shoulders.
I burn a candle
For her.
He is the messenger of God,
A soldier executing His will
He had summons to kill for peace,
“To immolate in Thy name,
A sacrifice I do not fear to render.”
I burn a candle
For his Life.
I can hear the death knell.
Humanity is buried,
Earnings are for the least deserved.
Ignorant about the impending doom
Building a world on corpses
Of faith, the human race.
God doesn’t want me.
I burn a candle
for the Living.
He sits in a dark corner of my heart
Waiting for the silver lined clouds to cry
Paradox of steaming ice water to die
Finding a path in the twisted veins of life
Not looking for shadows of hope in lights
Solving the spiral avenues of this isolated fight
He believes in the dark corner of my heart
Twisted
For someone to light a candle
And whisper a word in his deaf ears
To unravel his scrambled arms
And drink the salt of his fears
He grieves in the dark corners of my heart
Brilliant death of his heart, death of his name
Slamming back against the walls, breaking bones
Insane
She observes from the silent corners of my heart
Thinking, “Insane”
Absorbing the aroma of still dying flowers
On stage this infinite game
Ignoring the sting of his arrogant eyes
Describing the depth of his smiling lies
She recoils silently
From the silent corners of my heart
Hopes carpeting the floor
Happiness peeling off walls
A shard for a door,
Enter and you’ll hurt
Wounded, yet I am whole.
Cobwebs on the ceiling
A fear lingering
Crushed dreams under forces stronger
Trying to trudge forward, just a little longer
A silver string shining on my neck.
A storm battering,
My foundations dissolving
Leaving shards ajar shapeless
I melt away, seeping through cracked floor boards
A candle once alight, I wish life goodnight.
Night forlorn
Hath fallen aghast
The ephemeral void
Hath open’d
Numbing in anticipation
Feelings are not felt anymore.
Is it the broken monotony?
Am I dead?
a child like soul
cries for warmth
ransacks a heart
to stay and shine
but the world betrays
the world crooks
noone understands
the soul is mine.
My love , I have tried with all my being
To grasp a form comparable to thine own.
But nothing seems worthy.
I know now why,
Shakespeare couldn’t compare his love to summers day.
It would be a crime to denounce
The beauty of
Such a creature as thee.
To simply cast away the precision
God has placed in forging it.
Each facet of your being is an ensnarement.
From which there is no release .
But,
I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped,
With you ,
For all eternity.
Our souls ,
Always as one…..
(Hello everyone…! here is the best birthday present that I ever got . Yashika on my 17th birthday wrote this for me …..and I am extremely hankful to her….. By the way the magic of GOP can completely be seen in this one …. enjoy..:) )
An aroma spreads in the breezes of jan
Bringing a flabby warmth for a special day
The beautiful omens of smile are coming true
Because it is my angel’s birthday.
Scrawling with comatose words
Craving to adduce you a glamorizing caress
I tangled within the reveries of your lift
Yet no regrets on the panoramic wilt!! J
I sit on the corner of my terrace
Gaping at the elegance of the moon
Lost in your thoughts, I rest my head
Unknowingly , a tear I shed L
Staggered at the surreal amity
Amazed at the sudden life’s shift
Now I wonder to startle your life
But still am muzzy at what to gift.
A desire to gift you a cascade of love
A wish to gift you an eternal mirth
A thirst to gift you a peerless zest
A dirth to solemnize my best friend’s birth J
I want to gift you something beautiful
Thinking this I look up, very high
Yet a smile ceases my face
What about gifting you the whole sky? J
Hey! I do have something as your gift
A present that would always be with you
Do me a favour and please look up
And yeah! This whole sky is for you. J
Sometimes these stars will embellish your life
Sometimes the sun will shine for you
The moon will symbolize our love eternal
This is all I have for you.
One more thing that I want to gift
No these are not roses or scents
But a promise of being there forever
Just a promise, My dearest friend…… J
An unblinked moment passed away
He opened his eyes
From nothingness to nothingness
All his senses
Forgotten.
All the tales that reminisce of him
Now seek his claim
Now seek his mirth.
Inundulated by the loss
He seeks a cause of self
Clenched in his tangled wrist
Is an old photograph,
Bringing him back
To his own reality
At last the time as come, when I shall keep quite..
in this mire of nothingness , i shalt dissolve .
I wished I had little time to myself.
but I cant be too fair to myself.
My pen will lie rusted, withered in the silhouttes of sanity
For on this day I have no words to write.
nowhere to look to
no one to seek love from.
like an extinguished flame I will vanish
in this rain of overflowing emotions.
Thank you my beloved friends to stay with me …
especially Bali, Jerrin, Yashika and sonika.
But,
Alas ! its the time to go …..
farewell.
[Whoa! Hats off Yashika (GOP) ! Have no words for this one . Your words say it all]
Though we haven’t met
who u are though i haven’t seen
but you were never afar
but you were never away
because in my heart you’ve always been.
your friendship has turned me into a bard
now to forget you it will really be hard
from the day you’ve entered my life
i dont have any wry
but sometimes a small question strikes my mind
i miss u,i dont know WHY
for me even your sweet remembrance brings serenity
its only your face that i search in infinity
evrytime i get your new image
everytime i get a different figure
sometimes i see you as a gentleman
but unfortunatly sometimes i get a cute caricature:)
sometimes in my dreams
i see u giving me frowns
but see am valient enough to tell you that
sometimes i see you wearing a crown
but the crown is for best cartoon]
if you want to change this image
then please come and meet me soon
no i am not forcing you,dont worry
even i am not in a hurry
afterall i dont want to change that DARLING IMAGE
afterall i dont want to change you
because people who get cartoons as there BEST PALS
are reallllllllyyyyyyyy very few:D
(Now I think I am losing the ownership of this blog 
Yashika is reigning over everything present on this blog ……..
And I plan to change the name of this blog after her
Anyways you enjoy the extraordinary poem by an extraordinary girl )
your absence is overshadowing my existence
your regrets are darkening my soul
ur remembrence is baleful
which is pushing me into a blue hole.
why do i think about u
when you arn’t there?
if you dont respect my love
then why the hell do i care?
why dont you drop out of my dreams?
why do you always force me to scream?
if you hate me,why do you come again?
why do you try to console me,
if what you have to give is just pain?
just take away your fake comfort
just dont show me your face
dont try to befriend with me
i know this is my isolated race
the race to neglect you
the race to overlook my past
the race to forget you
i know this is my last…..
In race of life
Against the illusionary world
I feel dull
I fell low
I feel frustrated
Its just overshow !!
I feel as if everyone is moving forward
BUT I am lef behind
All have developed an avaricious feeling
And noone is any more kind…
The feeling of competition assaults my mind
I see myself nowhere
I know i m lacking behind
The abominable feelings overshadows my soul
The strands of fear traps me ..
Its just failure that i see
I want to run away
I want to hide
I know i cant do it
this is not my side
Now my brain cannot mend
Now nothing can be done
final decision is to give up
There is no use to pretend
Now the only way to finish my fear
Is to finish myself
To forget my aim
To kill my dreams
To ruin myself
And silent my dreams………..
(This is the poem that is completely not mine ..But its not far from being mine)
My soul has abide
From the day I had been on Your side
From the day I got a friend like you
I felt that everything in my life is new
The way you console me
The way you make me smile
This is the best feeling ever
I dont want to go away for even a while
I got you ,
This really is my good fate
But I am sorry for the times
I irritate
Sometimes I ask you too many questions
Maybe you hate me for that
At times when I share my problems with you
It makes me carefree and light
You know sometimes I am amused
At our kidish cute fights
Sometimes I feel addicted
Sometimes I feel its a play
Sometimes I dont feel like talking to you
‘Cause you told me that you are a gay
Ok that was a deadly PJ
And we really laughed hard that day
You know the poem that you gave (reffering to Your Birthday Gift)
It was surely the sweetest wave
The best present one could ever get
Something that atleast made my eyes wet
No, I wasnt actually crying
But yes ,
To meet you , I was surely dying
OK my poem isnt that good
But always trust me if you could
You are just like a sweet little toy
But I am still confused if BALI is a boy (bali is our friend)
I want to ask you something
But please dont lie.
Is my friendship a burden??
Do you find it fake??
Do I trouble you a lot??
Is it just for my sake??
I think I should end this poem now
But atleast you can tell me how.
This may be is a start of a beautiful realtion
Your happiness is my destination
May be I am asking for something
Or may be just for pity
Will you be there with me ?
Till eternity?
And yes atlast I want from you a favour
Please be there with me
Forever.
( This poem was not written to be put on this blog…. I just wrote it for my friend Yashi as it was her birthday and I had nothing to give her …. but just wat I have )
I stand with an upturned lip
I stare at my slanting feet
I thought I’ll give you the best gift
Alas! I feel lost in the mist
Of broken smiles and powdered faces
Of compressed sighs and shackled graces
And a tear trickles down my glazed eyes
Leaving a trail of charred cries
It lurks in a corner
I wait to take it back with me
It’s invisible among tinsel wrappers
And glitter of fashionable philosophy
I had thought I’ll give you the best gift
But then the child in me is cruel indeed
No one told me what you like
Honestly I did not care inside
I painted a face
As I see yours in an embrace
Marveling at its accuracy
I completely forgot its utility
Now I feel ashamed
Something in me has been unwillingly framed
If only I had thought
What would appeal and what not
My gift would have starred
This movie starring labels of all sorts
But does it count?
What matters? My reality or your frown
I only wanted to give you the best gift
Now I take it back, away from such intricacies
I’ll tell you a secret,
The bud in the bud,
The flame in the flame,
The pure in the purity,
I carry your heart,
I carry it in mine,
I never wanted to be redeemed from your embrace,
Never wanted to harm you, instead harm myself,
Never challenged the intensity of your emotion, instead found myself powerless,
Never attempted to overcome the spell you cast on me,
My shadow weak, spirit is feeble, the soul out of control,
I hear the echo of the last words you said, as my essence cries for deliverance,
I cannot make your troubles sublime,
I cannot make your wishes come true,
I can attempt to make you stronger,
At the cost of this weak shadow,
Of this feeble spirit.
Of the unrestrained soul.
I can tell you that I am the flower, I am the candle, I am the untainted,
And you my dear are the bud, the flame and the pure.
The perception of your illusion makes me delusional and surreal
Pensive I am through the night, and bizarre by day.
I wait patiently.
In the grooves of my mind, I walk through the palatial halls of your heart,
Trapped and ensnared in this hollowness.
For all of time.
I carry your heart.
I carry it in my heart.
Followin a series of four sleepless nights I’ve been set , tonight, to write down what’ve I been upto? The reason I could not sleep could be my recent breakup with my girlfriend or it could be some metabolic problem . But It is no trouble . Actually , My thoughts are troubling me . What troubles me is What was I upto all this time?
I was Thinking .
All this time .
About Time…..
Is there any possible definition for time? Or is it , Just like that, engulfing us without any signs and leaving invisible imprints on our lives. I see the clock ticking away , as I sit in my room wondering how time has passed since midnight as its nearly twilight now . But what is this very valuable thing we call ‘Time’ .
I think here’s the answer……
When this universe was created there was a certain force that was omnipresent and remarkably led to the formation of everything. This force was the force of movement or the kinetic energy of certain particles of light and all other particles present in space . This force helped in the formation of everything we see aound us and everything that is beyond our vision.The movement brought about by this force was named TIME . As this movement brought about night and day and changes in weather , it became the easiest and the most important source to mark events .
With the movement , Human ignorance was depleting and human’s power of understanding was getting evergrowing . And then an old man in his silver beard and rusty old pyjamas invented a device to follow time with its usual course . Device was called clock . This invention was a major event as it jumbled the lives of all on earth . The whole great value of time depleted and reduced to a small little motion of needles trapped in glass prism. Though the movement was yet as huger, but human ignorance hath clouded its true value.
That was the time when we fell, and yet we are falling and just kidding ourselves. Ignoring that time is never sundered by anything but just adversely effects when ignored.
We are all threads marking our lives on the fabric of time . A fabric that will keep on being weaved till eternity and finally wrap infinity in it .
What is time ??
For me to get to sleep now.
But For you to wake up ……………… Its not yet late to realise.
What do you say??
Suddenly light appears
And goes justifying
Picking up the pieces
Of a juvenile wreckage
Of fantasies untold
And ruptured skin
Unfurling with wind
A dove’s observation
Going astray, maybe
Verily the course
Hasn’t been marked
Flickering ripples
Opiated, gushing
Tense wires, hanging
Tightening in your grip
And in the process
A thin crimson one
Creeps out of you
And me
That was just an ordinary night. I was sitting at my usual place, a wall in the crumbled ruins not very far from my shack. I used to sit there all night, gazing at the swirling aurora up in the heavens. There was an inexplicable reason for it, maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had not slept in the past 3 years, the day whence I moved into my secluded shack. Initially I could not sleep, because of some recurring dreams which ended abruptly and violently. Then gradually I got used to not sleeping and hence developed a habit of watching at the sky all night long. In my adolescent years, I had these dreams particularly on the eve of a full moon, which would then keep me awake all night, but as I grew older they thinned out and after a point they ceased completely. Until I moved here, in this shack. It seemed to draw me, when I had found it. Everyone, including myself was surprised when I made the decision to move in here. My needs were simple and the modest amount of money I had inherited was enough to fulfill those needs.
The shack gave me a clear view of the moon, and there seldom were clouds. The nights were distinctly clear as if giving way for the pulsating light emanated by the aurora. I remember my first night at the shack too clearly for comfort. I had a rather sumptuous meal and went off to sleep. No sooner than I had closed my eyes, I saw my old dream. A magnificent city, a woman so unearthly beautiful, a palace courtyard and then flashes of lightning and destruction. Burning houses, piles of corpses and finally a blinding red light followed by a fall into nothingness. I had awaken with a jolt, panting, my face white as bone. I decided to take a walk to calm my nerves down and thats when I found my point of solitude, a ruin aging aeons. It was just at the edge of a steep cliff and the aurora was visible clearer than ever.
This was exactly 3 years ago. I had shortly given up my futile attempts to sleep and frankly,I did not need any sleep. I used to be so engrossed in the throbbing aurora that no rest would be required. Today was a full moon and I was celebrating my third anniversary, alone in my sanctuary. Tonight the aurora seemed more violent than ever, displaying streaks of bright orange and red among its otherwise soothing blend of colours. Also, the pulse of the aurora was remarkably more than the other days. I was so lost in it, that I noticed a bit too late that it had started to descend, descend on me. I was awestruck, my mouth agape. I stood there frozen, unable to move and watched it coming straight for me.
As it descended, visions from my dreams became increasingly reminiscent and clear. The aurora was so close when it started to take form. The dizzyingly pulsating blend started to take shape. It was too hard to tell what was happening, until the realization came. And when it came, I could only emit a gasp. It was completing the ruins, as they had been ages back. All this was painfully familiar, as it was a scene from my dream. I was back in the dream that I dreaded, only to find it clearer than ever. So much so for an ordinary night.
I was standing in the magnificent city of Arathyria, not as myself but as the High-Priest of the kingdom of Traas’nkar. Every thing was so familiar. I was here for a purpose for I knew that this kingdom was doomed, and I could not let my love be doomed with it. Why could not I remember her name? I was here to save her. I tried to warn the king to evacuate the kingdom, but he did not listen to me. He was too busy enjoying his lavish life that he was totally inconsiderate about my words. The people of this flourishing kingdom were believers of the notion that their king was divine and he would not let any peril come their way. So wrong they were and yet I could not do anything. I had come here to save my love, the princess, but for some strange reason I could not remember her name. I tried straining my mind for it but nothing came. Although I could not remember the name, her face was all too clear for me. Hers was a beauty so divine and angelic that she seemed to have stepped down from the heavens itself. And hers was a beauty I would not allow to be marred by anything. I knew that by coming here I was putting myself in a mortal peril but it did not matter, for a thought about her would overcome any fear that I might face.
I finally reached the palace courtyard where we were supposed to meet. Was I here early? Why had not she come by now? I waited a bit, but soon grew restless. I had to save her. I went to her palace and inquired the guard about her. He had not seen her leave so she had to be inside. I went inside scowling, ignoring the guard’s plea to not go inside. If this was to be done, this was to be done now, for the impending doom neared. I could feel it. I went to her room and called her. No answer. Where was she? The door seemed locked from inside but I had to see her. I broke the door down and the scene inside made me weak in my knees. She was lying in a pool of blood, her crested dagger protruding her tender bosom. Hysteria gripped me and a blur took over. I saw a hastily written scroll by her lying beside her. It said – “I know that you will come for me, but know that I will not be able to go with you. The reasons I cannot disclose, not now, but I want you to know that I love you. I have always loved you, ever since I first saw you. Save yourself, for we shall meet again.”
I knew that if discovered, I would be killed instantly. So I made a run for it. But I had only reached out in the lobby when there was a blinding flash and a deafening explosion. So it had begun. If i was to survive, I had to give all my energy to it. Not that I wanted to live now, but she had asked me to, and I had to give her this much at least. So be it, I thought and started running at a good enough pace. I saw the city was burning in places and more red streaks were forming across the crimson sky. I ran as fast as I could, taking the shortest path out of Arathyria. It was bridge over a chasm connecting to the rural area of the kingdom. It was the shortest but also the most dangerous as the bridge was quite old and dingy. I started treading the bridge and slowly increased my pace. The planks cranked under my step forcing me stop sometimes and examine it. Almost at the other end, I thought but just then I saw a burning red streak in the sky coming for me. Its pace was so much, that I froze in horror for a few seconds before realizing and then I made for the end of the bridge. I was about ten meters from the end when a crashing sound came and the bridge snapped. Just then I jumped for the edge instinctively, but stopped short a few meters. Then it was long fall down, and in my final conscious moments I saw the red streak heading for me, as if determined to make sure I was dead. And overlooking the streak was the beautiful blend of light. Aurora, yes that was it. Her name was Aurora. Watching at me from the heavens she was.
I jerked awake in the ruins to find out that Aurora was still there, but now she emanated an ethereal grace, as if she knew. I heard her voice say something but it was not physically heard but I felt it in my thoughts. She said – “You should have saved yourself then. You delayed our union by aeons but all this time, I have been watching you, for the right time to come. Now, is that time”.
Her body seemed to form from that blending light and exuded a divine aura about it. “Now I can tell you the reason why I could not come with you then. If we would have been spotted by any of the guards or soldiers, we would have been executed. I came to know this only after we had fixed up that rendezvous. My father suspected our little tirade, but he could never procure any evidence. He had ordered the army that if anyone spotted us eloping, we must be executed on the spot. I could not afford to lose you. That is why I did, what I had to do to save our eternal legacy. Unfortunately I witnessed you die shortly afterwards. Since then I have been waiting for you to recall the story. Now, since we have been together for the past 3 years, we will continue that, just the way it has been.”
I knew I had seen her smiling and I nodded my approval as I was too happy and content at the moment. That day was 20 years ago, but still we are together and although my time is now short, I still see her from dusk to dawn. We have not talked since that day, but our love blooms without talk. Its only when the morning forces her away, that I go back. I know now, that when my time comes, we shall be united forever, me and Aurora.
Yeah, thats what people like me have been asking .I am talking about the hatch-patch going on in the world . For example, a Gandhian protesting against ‘Khadi Gramodyog Shops’ for selling sex realted products , Vatican calling Harry a wrong kind of hero and a muslim worker in a retail shop refusing to touch Bible. You need to think about the first two instances , I agree. But what about the last one ? I mean whats wrong in touching a book of another religion. If you dont know about this instance , let me brief it to you . A costumer at Leadley high street retail shop , Marks Spencer , was humiliated ehile paying off for The First Bible Storiesfor her young grandson. She said the women behind the till refused to touch the book once she realised what it was and made a reference to a fellow worker about something being “unclean”.
- Now what do you think of this pig of attitude ?? Well , I say childish. Idiotic. Why cant you touch a Bible even if you are a muslim?
- Now that was an individual and immature thinking . But what about an organisation saying something that even a child considers to be immature?According to Vatican , the fictitious ‘Harry Potter’ is a wrong kind of hero who poses a danger to children across the world . I agree to the point made by the reporter of PII. She says ” The boy is orphaned when he’s a year old. He grows up with people who hate him. A psychotic but powerful man is out to kill him . And yet the boy choses good over evil . Always. What else do they seek in a right sort of hero?”
- Another instance is related Gandhian fundamentalism. Its not that Gandhian fundamentalism is criticised here , but the followers . There is this Khadi Gramodyog [ Khadi- a fabric, Gram-village, udyog- industry]shop selling a herbal sex tonic. And there is this Gandhian who sat on a dharna because he thinks this is an insult of Mahatma.How childish one could get? Who said Mahata Gandhi was againsta sex? He himself had children . He was against violence.He was against injustice. Whenever there is a news on violence taking place across the country, we see no Gandhian protesting and asking for justice. It seems that theyhave plenty of time to spare but do not want to employ to some reasonable cause. I once more agree to the writer of this article in a news paper, Mr Kay Rahgaed, who says ” In an age when poisons in form of cigarates , tobacco , liqour are selling in every corner of the street , a herbal sexual enhancer at Kadi shops shouldnt pinch Gandhians. Gandhi wouldnt have minded.” I agree. Do you??
-I only have one thing to say,” Start using your brain instead of ears and eyes to follow others . Ask questions , dont just listen to every dork . You are grown ups now.”
Place:Prison, Serimus lies chained
o’er the ground among fellow prisoners
[Enter Metalius]
Metalius:Come forth ye mighty dreadknight
show us thine divinity
Serimus:Hath you been at peace Metalius
Till life you cry for blood.
Yet one beat you in end
I prophecy
Metalius:Atonement of thine sins
Seems possible to none.
Yet you are alive .
If only I were you and you me
Kissed would I hath your feet
For mercy
Serimus:For valiant never bow
But for death except
Thine being differ from mine
Metalius:The pleasure I wilt
At thine funeral
None shall claim but curs
Serimus:Murder me ho !
I welcome death
Hath ever crossed thine mind
A thought to die?
Metalius:Death dare not face Metalius
For the mighty ceasar
Hath feared none
Serimus:Thou amuse me
Why chained I lie
On points of swords?
Does this shows you in name of bravery?
Free me and face
Fear of thine being.
Metalius:Hasten your lips,
I’d rather cut your tongue
To feed curs in street
None then speaks insult.
Serimus:Tongue bears nothing
All hath been at heart
No tongue,
Speaks hand for me.
Metalius:Thine hands be cut
No swords shed blood
Serimus: Thou art valiant(smiles)
Thine tongue shows you
If only you were to know what weighs a sword
I’d call you brave
Metalius:Speaks this you
Dare you, to move tongue
In front of death
Serimus:Who shall fear death
Should die in womb
Brave greet death
As dear friends
And doth you?
Narrator: Takes his sword out Metalius
tries to kill ,
yet fails,
As serimus moves
And chains cluttered out
And freed Serimus
Snatches the sword.
Serimus:Live your final breath
For death has come.
Narrator: And he beheads Metalius
The dastardly Ceasar of rome and frees the country from Tyranny
All:Hail the mighty dreadknight
Hail the mighty dreadknight
Hail the mighty dreadknight
Exeunt All
Snow is falling
Across the mire
The valley is clothed
In a velvet desire
Wind blames me
Solitude claims me
Mist is recovering
Vision is blocked
Like a spirit of never ending beauty
You come
Bathing the place, in your heavenly grace
Vapours of mist engulf everything
And in this nothingness
Nothing is forbidden
Cold . Numb .
Astonished . Mortified.
I get up
Blinking blankly
Looking at myself , in your eyes.
Pain burning away
I shrink within myself
Cloaked in the mantle of dismay
I close my eyes
Surrendering. Away from the numbness
Before my end claims me
I beg for a final touch
Embrace me
In the warmth of your scarlet lips
Emerging from nothingness, I opened my eyes to find myself yet alive. Motionless , Through the windowpane, sky stared at me and I lied staring back at sky. A redness glided in clouds, sun was not to be seen yet,twilight was claiming me. Another day was beckoning me but I dreaded to follow. I knew a night awaited after it, I knew it soon would be engulfed in a darkness and the night would overcome every moment of happiness. My relief would be clouded in my screams and agony of my solidified blood being scratched to flow,crawl,tickle and burn mercilessly.
The film of last night’s tortures stroke my mind like a stab wound.It was then when I realised that I lied in the pool of my own blood.I could see my reflection , the very red , in the red surface. I could feel my body scathed,I could feel my wounds burning,I could feel the pain.
Though pain came, though agony was brought by night , to be frank,I had started enjoying it.
It had become an indispensible part of me.I had made a habit of being wounded everynight,by those who call themselves “civilised”
I got to search for some place to wash down the remains of my beloved blood,to caress my wounds,to kiss them.The blood that flew through my body once in a strong affinity, resided no more.A warmth it provided in me , but now a numbness was crawling. A grim coldness had embraced me.I could not feel my heart beat.But I knew I were not dead , I was yet alive.
Sullen at my confirmed survival I got to my feet to roam around in the castle.The place was gloomy as ever , painted in the blood of who knew how many prisoners, innocent or guilties.I had searched for years for a tiniest part of life other than me,I had searched for a company here,
a being like me , subjected to an agonised death. But nobody , all except for me resided in this tower,resided trapped between these walls bloodstained…………
Long , long ago was it. I had killed her. She was my wife.I could see the scenes of that dreadfull night just like the fossils of a nightmare which exist even though the nightmre flows out as soon as we open our eyes.
She was ill. It was another of those time periods which grabbed her in the arms of pain.She told me she could bear it no more. She asked me to kill her, end it all. I could not see her like that,I loved her. And,hence, I killed her. With my sword I slayed her. And ………………I was tracked,I was caught,I was imprisoned. None except me knew that she welcomed death. Since very then I was punished for freeing a soul from a rotten ,aching body.
…………………Walking across the tower I realised that I could not trust my legs for long. And again I lied down over the numb floor.I lied ther with my eyes open but staring at nothing, just dreaming. Thinking of my past I broke into sleep again , dreaming strange dreams I slept. And when I opened my eyes again, a bleeding reality stood and faced me. Night had fallen and I lied in the very chamber of punishment , surrounded by undesirables.
So…….it was about to begin . I could see the tools of my destruction.And, thnking of death I closed my eyes again.Wishing ……….I need not see another day.
[Dream]
Under the moonlight
I see her face
As the mist descends on us
We embrace
And it rains
I watch her fade away
Yet from another dream I awake
[Reality]
I cannot see
I cannot feel
I cannot love
I cannot live
I have to be in my dream, not reality
[Delusion]
Under the moonlight
I see her dying face
As the coil wraps around us
We embrace
And it rains
I feel melting away
Waiting for me to jerk awake
But this is not a dream…
-Xtronus
