Reminder

Beneath my window, shadows are calling.
Familiar mysteries are always stalking.
Faint voices in my head are deafening.
The phone rings,and I rise to my entity.

In my perfect little world, people greet.
They smile and talk every time they meet.
Some gatherings are random, just to forget.
Sometimes we gather just to discuss trade.

Intent to be closed, Not a word should slip.
Pushing my feelings at the world's extreme.
I tread with reprieve of being unseen.
Yet someone inside me shines far gleam.

I climb up and down, walk back and forth,
Then sit, then stand, look around and sit back,
Look at my screen, a face staring my face.
Behind that face, enough is left to accomplish.

Sit lone but passionate to claim my being,
A marvel of million thoughts, an effort to stay at peace.
Soulless I've become, should have left to seek.
Filled with a foolish fear of being impeached.

My fingers cautiously placed, and eyes wander blindly.
Tapping for my work, loosing the clock i am given.
Not a burden. To me this is my voyage to relief.
Be yourself for a piece of day, feels like a treat.

The mind that bears, The heart that fears,
The eyes that cry, the face that frowns,
A question of smiling, unanswered by soul.
Guilty of being reminded, that I'm not worth at all.

Driving back to an anonymous home,
Thinking constantly without a pause,
Sun is shining through the white clouds,
A moment so mine, an appreciation for my toil.

I know not my dream was broken,
I know those shadows still lurk in a corner,
I pretend that I only see them while I'm asleep,
The phone rings, and I feel I rise to my entity.

Condemned Innocent

PART I

Burn along my heart, cruel, insensitive one
You are a monster of my dreams, the ugliest one
For long I have saved my trembling anger
Speaking curses for you, deep under my breath

I swallow my abated howls, rinse my faith in tears.
My present can be imprisoned, but destiny is revenge.
Prick my bleeding wounds as deep as you should.
Char my marred skin, as long as you could

In this corner, I am molested. In this corner I am beaten.
Same corner where they urinate, the corner where I stink
And I breath your clothes, these still exhale your presence.
The sweet, yet stale smell of you my dead lover

This night, two corpses side by side we seemed
Other nights, I dwelled in your bed's abyss
I bury my aching head into your tresses of hair.
Those hair once I caressed holding you in my arms

I want to live, Live!! rather than die.
I want to kill, Slaughter !! Rather than cry.
I won't wish, if this was a dream and could be over.
I won't lavish an imagination, all I plan is to butcher.

Night that's mine

I watch in the night

A Noisy storm and a helpless rain
Light waning under mist with shame
Then frightens as it stirkes again
An world calling out one single name
Leaving watchlights worthless for a while
Shattering clouds, overpowering fears
Moment of silence in cacophonous fight
A night once quiet, now breaking in tears

I watch in the night

A furious stream and a broken tree
Hastle they both for a path that leads
Banished, uncomforted, yet not free
Living may be loving it thoroughly
Hearing the noise of broken green
He grieves the victory over uprooted ally
Yet the egoist denies the blame of game
Flowing swiftly like guilt is desolate

I watch in the night

All night through without sleep
I weep and weep and I weep
Who shall give harmony and faith?
Who shall stop this melancholy night?
Handover the guns or let the swords play
Horror will end when some blood will spill
I do not grudge or repent this night
Spent in rain so close to me

Maid of the Wood

In wild forest, all brown and dark
Where blood is sprinkled on green grass
There stood a dreaded tenement
Once confused with a dream house

Here silence is the master with lips of glue
Forbidden is the language of truth
A tongue undisturbed maintained the law
Whips till she shrieks and then left to crawl

Long had the fair one sat in peace
Had none remained to save, only she
She had been the one and only one
Had not left her own company in grief

Cold blows of night, her dream's obscure
Alone, pale she shivers in fire and snow
Nothing much to fear,nothing much to admire
Her heart is a burden, burden of desires

Spiders are busy in knitting death
A certain sign that her life is cursed
Her crippled leg and a broken arm
A certain sign that it is just a start

Stronger and stronger the terror rose
Maid of the wood, now prisoner of walls
Each breath was painful from the previous one
Life becoming feeble under flickering torch

Neglected mansion and they all pity
Perishing flowers and they all pity
Now spring weeps and sun bleeds
Remains behind, Her rotten corpse