Lament and Celebrations

My heart has wandered afar.
My conversations,
through starry nights
are now echoes fading away.
I am only awake in my sleep

Ask of thirst, to the thirsty
ground, to wavering feet
the lost, for the quest of liberation
an old man, of delicate dreams
and vis-a-vis is peace,
embellishing unto my restlessness.

I am searching for Your tune
for my notes in Your tune
for the vibrations of Earth calling
for the mirror which shows Ego
and for Your trance where there is abandon

I am afraid
I am restless
Agitation, meditations go unheeded
But I shall dance to the music,again
For the sake of the voice
calling me back home.

musings,
but inebriations of my being
and somewhere between syllables
sans the self indulgence
lies a beautiful stark truth
revealed in the journey
in instances of lament and celebrations.

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Restlessness cultivates inaction
my spirit writhes in a coma
while my youth slips,
like sand between my fingers
some particles cling on...
One day I shall cherish
this stream of specks
moments will linger when everything fades

a moment...

when sunrays kiss the heaven orange
and there are steps to trace on the sand

when shivering eyelids are draped in dew
and the breeze carries a whiff of your fragrance

when the moon broods an enchanting soliloquy
and lament distills the nights velvet beauty

when the heart is drawn to the sad melody
of a faint tune that we once knew

when I can see a vision of heaven
and find its expression in the lust for life

when grace, courage, innocence and beauty is one
and liberty shall be mine

when I rise in love like an edifice
every brick heated in the kiln of passion

when happiness is complete and pure
like the first rains embracing the soul

when one establishes one's identity
and becomes immortal in the world

of the first step of the struggle
and the triumph after the first fall

when everything is fulfilled in a human touch
every reason sufficed by kind eyes

These are the moments I strive to live
since life is the experience
of living one second at a time
And this stream of specks shall be my legacy
after the sands of time have slipped through my hands.

Asylum

Towards the fray ends of a time vortex
The silhouettes of the perverse soliloquy
stand as phantom guardians to the abyss
whose colourless walls mirror the caged hunger
A breeding ground of restless sporadic unknown fear
The dream becomes alive as skeletons rise above
And the dream takes you inside - the asylum

Inside the mirror's nightmare that nourishes despair
where every thought is twisted into a cynical realm
weaving every string into an inhuman fear
A symbol that unlocks the door to the netherworld
whose glimpses torture human comprehension
And when the world transcends the mirror
Awakens the soul and the face of the Asylum

An unchained melody reveals regrets and pain
A faint tune playing to a poetry of grief
Hues of an unfulfilled past tint my vision
I escape into another day dream before I die again
Transfixed by a kaleidoscopic view of a beast
I stare at my reality - but a reflection on the mirror
I hear echoes of the devil's laughter in my mind
The voices grow stronger with every sinister joke
I scream in gasps to escape the numbness
Watch the bloodless execution of hope, in anaesthesia
Asphyxiated by venomous excesses and paranoia
I fight the invisible walls of my own prison
But the path of faith is lost in the spirals of chaos
And trapped is my spirit in the Asylum of the mind.

The End

Take a sip of a strong liquid,
scorching your throat, it aches, it sates
it waits, for life to slow down around you
you can hear longings of your heart
growing older, watching the purple sky
wonder why, the melody is haunting
why, the pain hurts yet keeps you alive
I'm looking for myself in everything new
but I'm just wandering... without you
'guess I'll keep humming the blues
a voice weaving tales of spirits in search
feeling full but void
like waves crashing against the rock
too much at stake, words are too loaded
sing me a ballad and put me to rest
another moon awaits my lament
its cold, I almost saw u standing here
the world still turns, tears still burn
waiting for the day, restlessly I see
visions of my life echoing at a distance
fainting into sweet and cruel blackness
the last drop from my flask is done with its task
I laugh at the devil, I have nothing to lose

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy sweetly blended wtih feigned innocence
black venom in the heart, concealed with indifference
juices of hatred oozing out like a melody
like the Devil disguised as a child crying with agony

Aah! But I must not be bitter, not be cynical
Act like there's hope, like a gallow-bound criminal
whatever misconception I bore, the world gladly raped it
But then you are but puppets, He's the biggest sadist

Embodying the ice cold smile of one who back-stabs
you all push your avarice further till the gut's black
and maybe your polluted spirits like it all the same
but the real pleasure's mine - the pleasure of pain!

A Tight Hard Slap

I travel in time and space
with visions of the light
like boucing a ball defiantly to the ground
for that reaction in tenor
and the sweet lust of sensing oneself,
mind in a rythmic method
the windmill moving on,
is midnight in a perfect world.

soil put to justice,
SOLSTICE AND THE MOMENT BEFORE
burning ephemeral,
bellies,pride on fire
and there I faltered,
failed to look at the Sun in its eye.
for the moments which could have been,
Mea Culpa!

The worst life is an orgasm 
thats unfolds in reverse
I forgot,
that greater the obstacles,
brighter the glory of the fountainhead
that the sadness of the lone flute
is followed by rustic triumphant strings
Mea Culpa!

The clock ticks,
I didnt.
Mea Culpa!

but todays a new day, self!
tomorrows a new night
but tonight I shall kill myself
and arise from the ashes.
tonight, many paths
join and diverge
with the march of madness
which shall awaken the spirit
like the rapid brush strokes
of a painter who has got the vision,
that ephemeral glimpse of his perfection
That moment of joy,
realization of spirit
realization of I. I am.

I am!
I am!
I am!
and I shall never forget that.

Thunder Roads

When the sky turns violet
and the waves hit you high
the crescent hides behind clouds
on a slow, mellow night
you could do with a friend to get you by.

Its all coming back to you now
all welling up in the still of the night
oh how you are trying to be strong
but I wanna be the one man
on whom you can always lean on.

The image of your pure smile
is forever etched in my mind
I have but imperfections to offer, bare
But one day, I'll get there
to comfort thy heart to leave it all behind.

Through the eyes of experience
we came this far, smiling albeit bruised
living in moments with the ones who care
and following the one star in the lone sky
till the end of the cruise.