The Silent night

Far away in the silence of night
the wind plays with the trees
the whispers walk with silent feet
of fires of doom racing near

With rust on leaves , dust in sky
the rider rides the path forlorn
with pistol at his waist & love in his eyes
flashes in night guides his way

Galloping with one face in mind
he travels with a bullet in hand
numb and cold with storm inside
rain washing eyes off tears

as nautre cries with howling winds
he travels among the untrodden ways
with void beyond, he knocks on the door
loading the pistol with the lone hot lead

with love in his eyes and hatred in hers
The dual limpid pools meet
The puprposefully lone bullet
Searing the gaze that greets
Apart the feral remembrance.

Vague metallic flash
Silencer scrams apart
Light, dead, awkward weight
Falls down dead dragging his heart.

Forewarned repentance
Unshackling binds
The leftovers of a love so stale
Forever to be embalmed fresh
Even beyond the freeing claps of Death
Tears, deep & futile.
Alone

Leaning over the feminine corpse
He dies. Death is juxtaposed.
And then he weeps.

ARE WE WORTHY OF LOVE?

Every relation that a human makes on this earth is a buisness deal, you give something of your own, you take something you want. Love is no different it is also a kind ofa buisness deal with a different currency here what at stake is the man's virtue, the strength of his will.
A man is said to be weak not when he lacks physical strength but when he lacks strength of character. A man who bends his wishes owing to the needs and requirments of others not his own is weak, a man wh osees his ownself smaller than others is weak, man who claims to love someone more than himself is weak, a man who places wishes of others or specific 'other' over his own is weak. Such a man doesnt holds the right to be loved, if a man is immoral to himself how can he be expected to be moral to someone else??? man who has'nt lernt to say "i" or havent learnt to distinguish himself from the collective we, from the crowd has now right to be loved or even live.
This man is nothing but a parasite for others who are contradictory to him in person. This man feels angered over comments by others, grows happy over praise, compliments from others, laughs when they laugh, cry when asked to cry, the man lacks self emotions he lacks an ego. This man lacks a recognition he cannot standalone, he cannot be defined alone, so hw is he expeced to define someone else.
Lets look inside us now, are we worthy of love?.. Does other's comments and compliments mean to us more than our own? Can we define ourselves alone, can we survive if left alne? Are we complete in ourselves? Do we seek self in others? Do we hold othrs choice above ours? Do we hold others opinion greater than ours? If yes then are we really worthy of love???

THE SILENT REVOLUTION

The best way to study humans, their psychology is to watch them live, walk, sit, talk, breath, eat etc. Walk on the streets these days and all you'll find is a crowd of confused faces with happiness not anywhere in sight.
What is the reason for this confused pool, why do we have so many brilliant minds do we have so many brilliant minds failing, losing interest, lying doing nothing? Have we destroyed our new intellectuals? Are we killing them?
The answer is yes and no both. Yes because ordinary is praised these days being a commoner is considered supreme and given rewards for. We are taught to be a second hander. We are taught to copy, to memorize rather than apply a thought process to produce to generate.
A person who can copy and memorize is said to be an outstanding student, this dillusion is completed by marking you as a "bad or just an average kid" in case you refuse to or cant copy. The trap is made to become unpenetrable by applying the theory over the minds of naive kids who yet do not have the ability to reason, their mind is turned into a machine that works with predefined order and has no thoughts, no dreams of his own. His weapon of reasoning is taken away from him even before it blossoms.
He is made to feel small, he is made tp believe in a supreme power that rules all, controls all, he is made to act like a slave and said to be free. He is asked to crush his dream, renounce his pursuit of happiness and move where he'll be more beneficial to the society not himself, he is made to move where the society wants him to be, he is asked to be a zero to be added at the end of a line of other zeroes like him amounting to nothing.
And No because a man who fights this scheme, is able to evade the trap devlops a reasoning mind, who should'nt be affected by other abusing him, gets affected, he today has decided to go on an indefinate strike but to no avail as no one will notice him, he is nothing but a fleck to them on a painted canvas. He is wasting his life away, but again you cant accuse him as this is his choice, he is a man of his own will he doesnt owes even 1 second of his life to anyone, he lives for his truth alone. He doesnt wish to give the worl products of his genius for them to imitate them and give him nothing in return but abuses.
He is not an altruist he doesnt donats anything, he is here to make daels, but he is not paid his fees whatever that may be, recognition, money or anything of his will.
If this doesnot end here we will see more and more people joining this revolution. Yes i call this a revolution, revolution of the intellectuals, the silent revolution, its not the first time that this is happening, the conflict has been going on for centuries, its just that its more prominent now. It isint for fame, for money its for their rights, their freedom, freedom of thoughts, freedom of work, freedom to do what they like, freedom to think for themselves.
Soon we'll lose all our intellectuals to this revolution and we'll see only the second hander working, being honoured, but the sad part is that still would'n effect humanity because the secondhanders like living with what they have, they donot care to explore the unexplored, they are happy copying, the only thing that would be effected is advancement we'll see stagnation because the second hander has only learnt to copy not to create, he simply cannot do that.
Humanity will reach its zenith that day and its end too with the capability to move much further unless we stop today and lets the minds free, let them wrk uder no compulsion what so ever, let them work in their own way, holding no concern for others, not preaching altruism and not behlding second handedness repaying brilliance in its right manner.

Most importantly beholding man's duty to his ego as he primary one, this is the only escape.

NATURE OF MORTAL FRIENDSHIP

Anything in this world starting from the smallest to the largest is made to rest where it would be safe, Encourse if a more safer place is found the object is shifted only because the danger of it being destroyed there is less. The former place was more accident prone then the new one. Birds, animals all migrate to a much less inclement weather.This is how nature wanted it to be, this is the basic law. "safer the better" is what everyone thinks placing something. The man who places his own dignity, pride, importance in people around he whom he calls friends finds himself too weak to contain these. He fears of himself and asunders, the result he keeps his false dignity, false pride, false importance in others mind, he himself lacks all and is simply as good as a stone lying at the roadside which has no function attached to it, no meaning of its own, no existence of self. He is nothing without his "friends" and proclaims it with a proud feeling, but the biggest fallacy is when he is assumed to be something when around his circle because the identity assumed is made of false importance thus the identity itself is false. He eats himself, breaths himself,walks himself but sees through them, hears through them, thinks through them and works through them. His body is merely a hunt for predators, for rulers, or even for any ordinary man who doesnt even wishes to control him, he is nothing but there slave. He is not living, he is no more usefull than a zombie. It wouldnt make a difference if he is blinded, made deaf or mute. The biggest loss is that he cannot reason & if it wasnt for the act of reasoning we would still be sitting on trees like apes. The day man believes in himself more than he believes in himself, places himself above all, trust his own instincts more than that of others, brings his relation with fellowmen to what can only be a non profitable one for both ends, the relation where there exists a mutual respect for each others ego, wont have any wars, any critisicm, any dummies all will work in their own way which would'nt concern others, not impinge with some one else's ego, the world will progress, the human race will marvel. This is what true philanthrophism is for unless you love thyself you cannot love someone else, you cant bring someone on top everyone needs to walk on their own, you cannot tie someone on your back the other person needs to walk and excel on his own. Hence your soul task on ths earth comes down to your first duty which man has so easily forgotten, his duty to himself.

NATURE OF MORTAL LOVE

Its in the basic nature of human to like what he does, he achieves, his ideology. He may not want to bring this attraction out in open but the subconscience is an egotist, it loves what it produces, what is his. A man is always in love with his own traits hence himself, no man survives long if he cannot love himself, he perishes and hence we see suicides being commited. A man may or may not be intellectually strong to know the true cause of it, the pressure of society to be what societ wants it to be rather than being its true self.

Love, thus is the highest act of display of selfishness. Love is not superficial, its deep seated for its not your conscience that loves its your subconscience, the sole reason a to why love can only be felt and can not be reasoned and why you dont get a choice over whome you fell in love with.

Subconscience as said above is an egotist to the core without any pretentions it choses what is its own or if we go a step forward what is similar to its own. Love aint shallow its beyond cast, creed, colour just because a subconscience doesnt love the skin or the conscience (heart) for that matter which is a major misconception, it loves only its counterpart the person's subconscience. The chosen subconscience is loved only because it displays self traits. So we see greater the common characterstics of the subconscience rather than the pretentious or the presentable conscience faster is the bond of love. No selflessman can fall in love, no man who dislikes his entity can love. The failure to love is the failure to recognize self.

It is said that "opposites attract", I denounce this statement with the reason, if the saying is to be true and people trully diversified at their core are attracted then their ego's demand different things, no common answer is possible, hence one of two things can happen firstly either of them makes a compromise breaking his/her self bringing uunhappiness to life or secondly clash of ego's occur. In bot the cases the two people are not comaptible to each other which is in direct contradiction to the well believed saying.

In the ingoing phase of world we witness greater no. of suicides, failed marriages the reason? Loving self is termed as an evil rather than a virtue, rather than knowing it exists, rather than ackowledging the fact its deeprooted, its natural. Selflessness is preached on pretext it brings happiness which on the contrary doe quite the opposite cause it brings self hatred for the soul reason that it hinders or abstains one from achievment as an achievmennt is avhieved only by self not by some one else for someone else. A person starts feeling small which is helped by the social beliefs till the point ego breaks and subconscience dies, fades away as it was never there this is when conscience takes over a realm it cannot rule, control the conscience affected by society comes to hate the man from within and the body breaks resulting in an increase of the suicide count.

People fail to realize their true self because of the pretentions imposed not by the society but by self. The new genrations lies in the mid of the two worlds, the worst state for neither do they want to compromise no do they want to face the truth of selflessness, of self, of the true nature of love. Knots are tied between people of varied ego's, decisions tend to be compromised, frustations creep in as rust to the machinery which slows and finally the system breaks down.

The escape routes are simple and two, one to lose your ego and compromise. With no ego there is no interest of yours, no achievment of oyurs, no dreams of yours, no progress everything lies in a stalemate, this system cannot break down until someday the person who's ego is hurt turns a rebel someday because the machines aint moving or secondly you must first identify your true self, not your conscience but your subconscience, deal with it, fall in love with it no matter how hideous it looks to the society, its still you, dont compromise to change it and hurt it just for the sake of people around you hwo dont know their true self, for one who truelly knows self will never point fingers at you. Now that you know your true nature, your subconscience is free of pretentions, you know what to look out for, you bump into a similar ego that is comppatible with you, your subconscience grows fond of it, this is what is called love. But its not given that the other person may like you the reasons can be several, the person lives under the burden of pretentions the society desires and imposes on weak ego's or the person likes the trait common with you less then some trait common with someone else.

This is the true nature of love as it exists in this mortal world.

AM WAITING

i've waited all my life
for this sunday morning
when this knife is falling in
i heard your voice
sounded like a melody of thousands blends
i cried out aloud
but my voice just stayed within
i look out my door
i see shadows, but still not a thing
need for your love
goes to bed with me and is so haunting
fake is my smile
i can feel these tears rolling
my life has loving you
as its only meaning
without you i feel
weak and my life is crashing
light's now dim
its you am craving

SUNDAY MORNING

i've waited all my life
for this sunday morning
when this knife is falling in
i heard your voice
sounded like a melody of thousands blends
i cried out aloud
but my voice just stayed within
i look out my door
i see shadows, but still not a thing
need for your love
goes to bed with me and is so haunting
fake is my smile
i can feel these tears rolling
my life has loving you
as its only meaning
without you i feel
weak and my life is crashing
light's now dim
its you am craving

THE RISE FOR REVENGE

a crown of thorns placed on my head
the blood flow filling your grail
a tick against my name
in list of your preys
an aeon of my praying and your piercing my skin
you celebrate tonight victory over my corpse
your pride my heart and smile my cry
laughing over tears, blood flush my eyes
my heart is bleeding, bound with thorns
thorns you gifted dragging over me
you injected my veins, with broken glass
and gave me acid to wash my soul
now alone i walk, sins every step
blood i cry, to hide my shame
murder i commit, to assuage crimson thirst
death i pray, but none in my fate
black is my soul, darkness inside
fire in my breath, cold inside
i carry on my neck, serpants from hell
plagueing my mind, leaches outside
burnt to ashes are inside of me
molten sand i drink, thats all i feel
rising from the ashes, your betrayal my manna
lost in hate, stuffed with vengeance
i carry on my face now fake emotions
ages my heart pled, for just a glance
but you shot arrows, burning my heart
placid my screamsm, adorned your pride
i now wait for the darkest day
the day i snatch the laugh from your face
i now find the darkest cave
where i bury your soul in may
i now hold the stake you gave
you i'll bring with me to the grave
vesper i look for in the sky
with ucy in sky with diamonds
iron heel for your feet, garotte with smile
i adorn you
i now hear my lost screams
as i place you on ducking stool

HAUNTED HOUSE

"come near me" whispers haunted house
THE LIGHT OF EDEN swallows freezing winds
snakes on door knobes dares all to enter
prisoners from the window beg to be freed

shining white gown, a flowing river
long black hair filled with air
fair as a fairy, voice sweet music
a saddened angel, a silent picturesque

a lone ranger, parched on the edge
struck with beauty, knocks on the door
ignoring the warnings that nature bore
enters the haunted house of love, mistaken for heavens abode

inside the mist hides visible pains
her hands that lead for the bath of death
the tears were shared, the sorrows grieved
the laughs were laughed and peace was reached

as the touch of warmth was felt
a fire built in the ranger's heart
binds of her heart pursed his lips
his inside did rot and burn at stake

as days passed by
the mist did clear
pains of the house clouded his life
with seconds crawl his mind withered

holding her hand that held his life
with ever weakening thread he bound his breath
closing all doors of return
he hoped she kisses the love in his eyes

burning in anguish of his own heart
he lifted the facade, the barriers of heart
he spoke with the depths of his mind
as tears rolled on the face of his heart

the answer was granted that iced his soul
standing aghast he felt the chill
his lips were pursed again by him this time
to seize the cries of howls and pain

minutes past minutes, slashes from the sword
he lived eternally, life worse than death
but never a squel of pain
was she made to affront

his pains and tears he buried slaying his heart
her sorrows he took making her laugh
although with her he smiled and played
his soul plunged in darknes, was being tread by pain

slowly he grew numb to all in world
she is never hurt, he took as soul task
when she fell he gave his hand
by her feet he took refuge

oblivious to his pain, she grew with smiles
as she moved running in her life
to the same house one day she fell prey
a friend she lost and brutality struck

a wounded heart, she cried for her love
tormented by her thoughts her heart the burnt
he gave her the softest touch of care
spoke of life whilst he was fading

as she spoke of her love shattering his one being
he spoke like a sage feeling the withering
never did he complain stabbing of his heart
killed he his love for the one he loved

mist shaded her eyes
she never saw his face
a corpse in living with dead silent eyes
striving & living only to give her life

as mist grew stronger
engulfing few words
it lighted a spark
that grew strong and fast

left then she is lonely soul
taking away his glee of life
killed she the little life left
switching off for him the LIGHT OF EDEN

darkness & darkness then took his soul
snakes wrapped his tongue as he forgot his speech
lost eyes wandered in past
the beauty that lost that never was his

she moved on unfettered by his pain
returning one day with hands lost in mist
she was there but nothing to hold
returning from the grave he wished to be hers

wished to live again the glory of house
but the mist was dense and breaths were hard
the haunting darkness that lingered on
plagued his mind when he sat alone

he still moved on and took her hands
hands that once choked his soul
he kissed and lay at those feets
feets what once trampled on him

moving slow as time pounced on
again one day she shut the door
sitting out he stared in space
no tears this time but blood flowed

cursed he him for pain he gave her
filling his veins with ice
placing himself on the hook of the door
he decided to disappear and grant her wish

rising then but not his body
tired and raped from the house
bared feet he travelled on
ended walking alone in rain

BURN THE CRADLE

the sun is burning black
ashes from the sky drop
dark souls fly overhead
haunts of dead chill the air
in the arroyos of dead
life breaths

burn the cradle
burn the cradle
slew the midwives
satan prays

the sacred devil is here to assail
suffering from attrition are angel's birth
the devil and satan mêlée amongst
beelzebub awaits his fate
asunder is the kingdom of light
as two dark kings challange their might

burn the cradle
burn the cradle
grave the child
the tempter cries

red are his eyes
skull is rived
glistening teeth wear leeches for peace
with awry nails he slashes satan
holding higher the crown of bane
black of satan flows down his rein

burn the cradle
burn the cradle
rake his phallus
king demands

repudiated are new borns
plaintive are the angels song
rampaged are the old fires, even water burns in these flames
pitch black replaces the dark of satan
no hope even for the dead
lakes of fire rule this realm

as the second devil takes command

burn the cradle
burn the cradle
slew the midwives
abscise the phalusses
no more child

SILENTLY DEAD

the pain i've been struck with

in this thunderous storm

the passion i've been cursed with

for the love i'll never know

no more pleading eyes you see

frozen are black tears

cold as the ice is the breath i take

no rising of the chest

and silence inside

ashened my face, holds no emotion

a rare smile comes with pain i take and free others

i roam the crowded streets

to find the arms to hold me

for aeons have been sleepless

i search a chest to lay down

when will the eyes that would see through

look askance at this living corpse

when will the chilly breaths freeze

warming me in the fire's of hell

i acquiesce now to what life throws

i sleep now with hope of grave

THE ROSE YOU LAID

dark and cold, listening to rustling of leaves
i slowly give into the void of night
the sun is set no stars in sky
bathed with evil still air is now
dancing fires burn blue flames
laying thorns is satan himself
i stroll this path numb with pain
holding with pride the rose you laid
more than pain of hell i feel
the agony in my heart which you have left
over and over i repeat those words
you spoke while burning them on my skin
still grace on my pealed off face
i smile for every wound i get
hideous is my rotting skull
i wash myself now in crimson
a strange glee feels me inside
i`m happy for you are no more
writhling forward burning my tender
i`ll hold nothing, never forever
a dark soul i`ll give birth
a prayer for haunted soon i`ll be
face it now believe or not
it`s you who made a devil out of me
never gave me something to cherish
but always took what close i brought
never will you lay hands again
my life`s mine not yours to play
i dare you if you take my love
this rose i carry and i die for
nothing you created i`ll then leave
even these lives mine in the lead
from the hellworld you weave, i promise to shelter her
my last prayer is, she you acquit
make her shares of down mine
never her, give me her sorrows
this devil grin will take it all
assuage her thirst and never mine
never let that mind suffer
a dark thought and you`ll fail
i have long lost the faith in you
for me you're hanged and dead before
but this rose still lives with your name
it's for her i want all pleasing days
may her sun shine all day
let mine be haunted no care
through her heart i'll taste honey
a taste you never gave, but i kept running
through her eyes i' see my first day light
through her i'll smell the morning dew
through her i'll hear the meadows sweet
through her i'll breath my first fresh air
may her light never fade away
let my night go on like this
under devil's care i have learnt to dwell
but not a spark should reach her skin
i hold this rose, covered with my skell
let all splinters fall on me, none reach through
i wont let the drops fall on it
her red wont be poisned by my crimson
be it yours or devil's apostle
will spare none, if they try pluck a petal
not until i reach ocean too far
not until she's safe to sail
not until she choses a gardener of her own
not until she's ready to bloom
do i trust anyone with her
not even the flowers side by
will unplough the whole garden if they impure her
will cut my own hands if they reach now for her
for she's denied that i be her mentor
so my job is now to let her wake
wake with a fresh fragrance of her own
sleep with a sweet smile blosming over
live all day having no fear to lose
be at her knees, never let her cry
if i wipe a sad tear of her eyes
make that the last movement of my soul

MY HE

rising from the ashes
my soul filled with soot
i was taken as a child
and cradled in his care
he opened my eyes and
taught me the truth
nothing in the world
is worth but a slash

he taught me to breath fire
and taught to speak knives
he taught me to combat
love with these lives

i fasten a scissor to the hearts of i meet
blood in my eyes, tears are replaced
hate on my face, plead is replaced
morbid is my mind, love is replaced
a stone in my chest, heart is replaced
i was given a swim in satan's sea
the time you forsaken me

he is my master, he is my soul
alone he is a wonder, alone he is a pride
he wont ever leave me, he is my consort
yes devil is my he, he is who is me