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,
having left the world uncovered, unconquered.

It hit me hard, hard on my head,
and left a rotten scar there,
and pained me 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 though there is no pain now.
My fingers don't hurt my eyes anymore,
and I want to be blind for it to be darker.

The grave suits me more
than those earthly treasures.
Loneliness brings relief,
and lightness takes away the grief.
No more gloomy days or nights.

The rotten scar shines off,
and I can't be anything but grateful,
thankful that it rid me of myself,
my rubbish-clot self.

God, just give me one more rotten scar.

dreaded echoes

Lies on the tablecloth,
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 instill fear,
swollen eyes and dried tears.

And as the night gradually falls,
you can't tell skulls from cannonballs...
mesmerised by serene dust,
victims of bloodlust.

Femurs peeping out of shins,
whoever loses, whoever wins;
strange hands close the eyes,
dreaded echoes reach the skies.

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,

Beside my own reflection, still;

Gone with the wind, as they would say,

Dry and desperate in the month of May.

Dark, deep depths engulfing me,

And all I want is to have my say;

Drowned by my own self-control, I turn around—

There was hope, but nothing I found.

Far from me, she laughs, she sings, she dances;

I remain a prisoner of my own circumstances.

My heart was true, but my words were few;

I was only myself—she found nothing new.

I was torn to pieces, the sun staring at me;

In the midst of doom, I wonder—where is she?

She was my life; I was deeply distressed,

My mind bewildered, my thoughts suppressed.

Helpless, I drift along the breeze that blows;

Happiness starves while misery flows.

Joys are few, and sorrows are more;

Alone and aloof, I stand at the shore.

I am not a poet—it's the pain of my soul;

On this parchment, I have poured it whole.

Her essence still lingers in the air;

I loved her—I truly swear.