Beginning Of the End

desires leave the path
breaths no more inside
loneliness to live with
blind are all eyes...

Extraordinary scenes
seen around the dead..
is this the end of beginning
Or beginning of the end.

the land beneath slips
can't hold my feet
everyone sinks deep...
Realms change indeed

Fear not to be felt now
it excludes from divine
life leads to death and ...
death leads to life

endless surprises wait
after devastation........
there wont be any pain
this is end of CIVILISATION.

rotten scar!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i lean to my length
and loneliness smirks
i feel a bit lighter now
left the world uncovered, unconquered

It hit me hard, hard on my head
And left a rotten scar there
and pained till it grew uglier
left me dead... jesus i wanted to be dead
to see the light beneath the dark

And i can't touch my scar
even there is no pain now
my fingers dont hurt my eyes anymore
and i want to be blind for it to be darker

grave suits me more
than those earthly treasures
loneliness brings a releif
and lightness takes away the grief
no more gloomy days nor night

the rotten scar shines off
and I can't be anything but grateful
Thankful; it got me rid of myself
my rubbish clot self.

god give me one more rotten scar

dreaded echoes

lies on the table cloth
but my mind, like that stupid moth...
deserted passages, hollow dreams
silent feelings,terrible screams

and somewhere in that brain
those blurred images remain
damaged shells install fear
swollen eyes and dried tears

and as the night gradually falls
u can't tell skulls from cannon-balls...
mesmerised by serene dust
victims of blood lust

femur peeping out of shins
whoever looses, whoever wins
strange hands close the eyes
dreaded echoes reach the sky

pink wound and black rain

fighting our worst fears
leaving behind red tears

opening those sealed windows
chasing our own shadows

leaning against cold blood
crying for some black rain

the violet flash passes by
the wound is pink, and so is the pain

don't ask for love anymore
ask for some more life

and stop searching your reflections
at the sharpened edge, of the knife

cut your throat deep and hard
kneel down and pray for death
see the serpentiine in my eyes
hissing of the breeze is not a myth

if your eyes can't bear any more
pull those balls out of the sockets
stop looking for excuses,
stop searching empty pockets

ANUMEHA

Against my will I stand
Besides my own reflection I feel;
Gone with the wind as they will say
Dry desperate in the month of May

Dark deep depths engulfing me
And all I want is to have my say
Downed by my self control I turn around
There was hope but nothing I found

Far from me she laughs , sings and dances
I am confiscated by my own circumstances
My heart was true but my words were few
I was myself she found nothing new

I was put to pieces the sun staring at me
I am in midst of doom, where is she?
She was my life I was deeply depressed
My mind surprised and my thoughts suppressed

Helpless I thrive aliong the breeze that blows
Happiness starves and misery flows
joys are few and sorrows are more
alone and aloof i stand at the shore

I am not a poet its the pain of my soul
this parchment finishes its whole
the essence of hers is in this air
I loved her I really swear.