Refugee

Velvet sky in the horizon
Stars shining with all their might
The breeze ushers in the dawn
Memories a bright….

Everyday, once, lathed in your brilliance
Only you could say nothing yet mean thousand things without blinking
You stood there with all your grace
Erupting in smiles as I drew near

the little curls of hair kissing your cheek
A smile that could even make an angel shiver with glee
Make her awe in the brilliance of one amazing sight
Those eyes of a just born, innocence to the core

The frequency of the noise of your giggle touched me
Deeper still it went, made a niche in my soul.
The way you walked made me fumble for words
God! that’s the way the fountain of beauty flows.

The touch of your skin so smooth
Nothing defines its rich texture
You taste like fresh honey, a hundred mint leaves in a cup of tea
When it is bright and sunny

You were the aftermath of a divine mistake
Aphrodite wanted rebirth, you were born instead.
Time has no worth, for you are eternal
To guard and fight for you, I shall.

My mind is in overdrive, pulses racing,
Invincible yet powerless, I feel,
When you lay your eyes upon me,
But for you, alas I am only,
A prisoner of war, A refugee!

Asphixiation

This pain seems blissful, I am being smothered but there is a sense of completeness.
A momentous fulfillment of my immediate gold to punish myself. Have I really found myself? Or am I just drifting away?

This interrogation has tormented me all throughout and would continue to cradle me in its arms. It would take a part of me. Confuse, consume and constrict me. I wanna see my face staring back at me with all those scars and the blood dripping all over me. I want to hurt myself and test the limits of how far my rational and physical being can swallow.

Everyday is War. The ground smells of dried blood and guts of the previous day’s massacre. The drumbeats are in the background as the ground trembles underneath my feet as I enter the battlefield. Flesh and wounds all over. Would the Gods hear me out as I crave for the will to stand upright and fight? Or would I be left alone with only my dignity and hope to pull me through?

Everytime I look up to the sky I see no Sun. The clouds seem like a gargantuan blemish on the velvety blue sky. The tormentors are upon me with their feisty swords and cancerous daggers. I fend with all my might, in the process making them bite the dust. But the battle rages on. Infinity has no bounds. Everyday I rise to face a new battle with new tormentors. Most of them engraved into my mind in the orifice of my consciousness.

The mind demons are the worse, forcing you to make believe what isn’t. Do them have a script to which im bound to perform, I’d never know.
But one things for certain things only happen what are destined to happen and nothing can change that. The supreme power up above governs every move, every breath, every step, and a part of it in ingrained in me, all righteousness!

In the Mist!

Caught up in circles. In Aberrations, of a different world. Caught in the continuum of time. I Light up a cigarette and set my lungs into submission. At the mercy of the malignancy which is certain. Burning holes, the hazy mist fills me in. It is quite deceiving as it makes its way through the leaky tissues and enters my brain. The smoke energizes my neurons…Actively bringing out the images and thoughts from the fathomless pit of essentialisms and deregulations ….As I make cloud castles with the cigarette stick in my hand….It feels so good to re-unite the brain with the feeling of being ecstatic yet nonchalant…..

Every neutron of the puff makes sense. Its the only thing that can implore the insides of my brain, and come up with answers that I need. The nicotine in it is like a psychosomatic fool, drowning in the river of delusions swiveling, shifting and then finally sacrificing itself. From its death is the birth of a sentiment. It Helps me realize that the fog, like Life, doesn’t have to make sense at all. Sometimes there are answers that you cannot uncover. Just like a movie life unfolds with a pre-written script. When I see the formations I realize the beauty of it all. Even if there is a lack of compassion. You never lose it. Never!...Witness the rise and fall of your salvation….

Have a nice feel of the condition….get the hang of it. Experience the reason and enjoy the ride as your existence changes directions at the speed of thought…. Because in the end, the smoke always vanishes, and the cigarette burns into ash…

Frozen

voice cracks......my larnyx begins to studder.....
shes put the gun to my throat....pulled the trigger
too many cuts...too many bruises i crawl on my scalded knees.....
got no options..... she left me none....just a reason to burn with anger
i lie here writhing in pain.....suffer with every breath.....is this what i need?

and i lie here...........
so cold.. so dead.. so frozen


pulled into a relm of discomfort...as my bodys pulled unto the death-cart
lying there...thinking about the times that were surreal....
i brought with me the night so dark....i brought the end close to me..
here, my skin crawls...as night falls...cannot, but think about, what you did.....
my body rots, blood begins to drop, as i get shot in the heart again......

and i lie here...........
so cold.. so dead.. so frozen


Losing my mind.....losing my soul.....losing everything.....all of which you sold....
Cant believe i loved you crazy....Cant believe how all of this now appears hazy....
Traces of you, im still trying to forget....thats why i have to bleed....to rid me of this shitt
She holds me near as i lay there gasping for air....she bids me a final goodbye....shooting without a care

and i lie here...........
so cold.. so dead.. so frozen