Endless night

Give me all the darkness you can
But do not promise me light
I can take it all, Lord
But your glimmer takes away my sight.

Broken, bent, but standing
That's all in my might
Do not be so cruel oh Lord
Have pity on my plight.

These bones dont seem to last
Soul craves for the flight
Do not promise me the sun, oh Lord
In my endless night.

Poison ivies cling to your mind
Bearing venomous but irresistible, red fruits
Where the fiery pink snake darts
Among the garden of eden
But I aint either a-going to heaven
So, meet you in hell
Beeches.

Don't be kind

Thoughts unfurl their fangs
Dig their claws inside
And while they invade the land of Morphia
A grim finger points at me
What have you done now, see?

"Clemency was never mine to give"

Its not a shiny penny
Its not an extra change
When you dwindle it away
Into your pocket, back
Its not gonna find its way.

"The quality of mercy is not strained"

Daggers burn on to back
Revenge does not cut slack
Twice blessed is not the age
Where fear knows no bound
Greed is on rampage.

God smiles a furry grin
through my gritted teeth
and laughs at the world.

Dont be kind.

Burn

Held a fly in my hand
to keep it in the dark
a ray of light
seeped through my fingers
Burned its wings.

Hands revolving
racing against time,
why dont you pause
for a while
Let me feel the peace
while it still lasts
Let me feel the calm
The uncomplexity
of idle moments
while they still are
For tomorrows another day
with sets of prices to pay
Perhaps this lucid moment
is just what
I was looking for
all my life.


Dekhte hi dekhte Saturday gone!

Summer dreams, winter dies,
Along comes summer;
Last year, I lost
This year, another.

Nobody has ever measured
How much a heart can hold
Abysses of darkness
Fortitude of gold

Epiphany of prophets
Copse of fears
Zephyrs of memories
Cascade of tears

No, no, mere words cannot
proclaim what lays
Defended, broken, cherished, hidden
Under the corporeal cage.

Nobody has ever measured
How much a heart can hold
This poet's  expression fails
In a venture so bold.



Another bad attempt of viruses instilling dead WBC and poetic fervour in my head :P