Afterlife

Every thing here is so dark,
Every thing here is so mystic,
I remember it as if from a dream,
This is the place where i had died,
This is the place where my mother had cried,
Frozen tears of melancholy on my bloodless breasts.

I remember it as if from a dream,
How i had screamed,
When i saw the freezing moon,
Sitting on her snow wolf,
She smiled a cruel smile,
Her vampiring teeth,
Were the gates of a portal to hell.

She licked her lips.
I stared in disbelief,
As she came lowered her face,
Under my chin I could now feel,
The bones of her teeth,
Cooling off my blood,
Drinking it from my veins.

My brows neat in a state of pure delight,
I could feel her,

Draining away my bodyheat,
Slowing my heart beat.

HEART, This strange beating organ;
Purifies our blood from thrash,
And keep mortals alive,
Or it makes us spend,
A long death before,
We had actually lived.

My visions blur...........

The freezing moon
Her green eyes...............
Unsure about the state of her prey,
Her wolf licks my hands and feet,
As my life is come in to an end.

I can see the mist creeping around me,
It's so thin,so beautiful,
Yet so dark and mysterious,
The spirits of my dead brothers,
In the mortal world,
Welcome me, to a new wretched Afterlife.

Endless Winter

I never saw the last spring,

Catching dreams in reality,

The branches on their song,

The leaves, the flowers and you blossomed,

The morning breeze passed unaware,

Down the pavements I lay,

Chirped the birds as they torn

Another piece for the offspring,

From the zombie as they say…

And spring went far away…

I never saw the last summer,
And nature’s sweet caricature danced,

With the happiness under the scorching sun,

Missed…

All the moments,

All the poems,

Near your river not so blue,

Did his hands sweat holding yours?

Did you want the time to stay?

I missed your smile,

And summer went far away…

I never saw the last autumn,
Did you pluck the last mellowness?

The world unleashed as closed were two eyes,

And unleashed in you too,

Did you shed two drops,

The ones aside me lay?

Did you remember the dream scapes?

Or did they fade all the way…

Never saw you play the bride,

And autumn went far away…

The last leaf fell then,

Pierced through the shivering bones,

The wind sharp,

Feeble and sick,

I wake…

Seek you, seek the life,

Behind the murky fog in the nocturnal days,

Behind the chilly nights’ darkness,

Embracing fiasco under my naked tree I lay,

Its winter now,

Vultures now encircle as with me they play.

Dark Side

Everybody has dark side
It is weak and it is might
It is all and it is nothing
It is dark, it isn't light.

Again great evil was defeated
The huge and strong dark hordes was beaten
Their lord was sent to hell again
Who always said: Just use your brain!

Again the wind disturbs the grass
Again we have some tears in eyes
Again we happy till we`re cheated
Again we happy till we`re defeated


Again we live in our dreams
And dont like to hear any screams
Again we shut eyes on the poor
And always say: What can I do?

Again we call each other names
And jealous to the other fames
Again we hope to cheat each other
On sale is everything, and even whole earth


Again the leader is a joker
Who won a game in dirty poker
He has no face, he is just dim
And nothing else I see in him


Again we listen to lies in news
And never thinking like a moose
We think they tell us only truth
But fake is the motto of their crew


Again we have no ones respect
And every man is like an insect
Again we make a lot of pacts
But our leaders are in acts

Again. So on
So on. Again

Its our course
And our blame

If you hate that all
Like me,
Fight for dark,
Your destiny,
Call the demons from the hell,
They are fighting very well.

Take your weapon,
Leave your home,
We fight again,
Against sky dome.



I am sorry for the end,
It is foolish and some mad,
But forgive me that I write,
Its not I, its my dark side.

Un Rosa......

Death stand before me,

Bliss grieves upon agony,

Oh silken rose of broken souls,

Tattered and worn,
Paralysed from within,

No longer breathing,

Her thistles and thorns bathrobe her,

The black fence surrounds the silken rose of eternity,

Beauty and lies deceive all which look upon thy woven petals,
Speechless blowing in the wind,

Silently crying through the pain,

My heart is cold and motionless,

The petals on my decaying body are slowly breezing away,

The music of Untold feelings die inside my mindless reeves,

I sit here blowing under the blackest of trees,

Waiting for loves divine touch to set my withered self-free,

To hold me and to love me,
That is what I want for thee,

Darkness falls over moonless heart,

Shadows rise and depart,

Someone sew back my silken petals that befall me,

Touch me and bring back my fragrance,

Loneliness is too much for me,

Can’t any longer be,

Wish that God would come and take me,

Someone find me,

Find me,

Find me,

Find me,

I am the silken rose of broken souls.

Anarchy

When more are trampled over, gore's a chore, not lore.

Whims and fancies shall seek refuge

In the annals of time, but not flesh and blood.

For now, prone is the crone before the gaudy whore.

A megalomaniac dreams of a singular kingdom

Democratic bums think up new factions.

A continuum of politics, its jaundiced eyes seek

Amidst anorexic multitudes, gluttony and grease.

More autonomy for the few spineless

There's freedom on a leash for the oppressed.

Guileless kids wave flags, new sweetmeats for all

Troubled is the sleep of newly awakened droves.

Down the aisle, of aimless shame

Apathy and avarice walk hand in hand.

Fall by the wayside, pungent promises

Blooms through concrete; a flower, incendiary red.

The wind is buffeted by unblemished philosophy

Pamphlets, bullet riddled drift in the slipstream.

Giddy on impotence in the taverns of reality

Drinking up the lies, can't stomach the truth.

By a muster of arms, by the show of hands

Follows a pregnant pause, the interlude.

On the Ferris Wheel, the white rats halt.

At twilight, don't know, whether dawn or dusk.

What is outrageous now, was admissible a time ago

When the mascara's off, she’s still, but a whore.

Fire below the Oceans

Dark Nights blanket a seeping storm,
And the leaves whisper under a grey sky.
Beyond on the peaks, sunlight shines,
And underneath the sky, darkness crawls.

Black clouds deny the sun,
To enforce the failing light.
Faint stars blink into an oblivion black,
And sea birds cry into the night.

I am proud as the vast seas,
But as poor as the becalmed water.
The ocean has stopped breathing,
And still the days run shorter.

What have you but a lofty dream?
And what have I but words?
The colours are fading fast to grey,
And the sun is fading like derelict herds.

From the darkened clouds falls sanctifying rain,
And the mighty breeze blows across.
The heathen shores still remain quiet,
And the water teems with life.

The siege has lifted, the sun is free,
And it sets the clouds on fire.
The ocean now breathing reflects the same,
And the red in the ocean runs higher.

Deja Vu

An angry night I happened to fly
toward a shapeless mass of land.
The sea was fuming above the sky
and waves rolled into shining sand.

A land beyond a desolate haze,
the snakes of satan there dance.
The grey and blue hue of a maze
erupts over a dream like trance.

A rumbling voice from beneath
surrounds at once a mysterious sheath.
A coquettish lamb and a gaping lawn
meet the piper at the gates of dawn.

The air was filled with a deathly scent
that smelled of eagles which deduced
that the tiny man hither bent
was lost and clueless and seduced.

The streets they are a twilight blur
of skins and faces and glossy fur.
Down the slopes of watered mud,
they carry the sacred cup of blood.

A chilly curtain of fearful gloom
languidly embraces the empty room
and walks and talks in every street
and under the traveller's burning feet.

I seek redress over medieval beds
of sprightly maidens shaking heads
in far away brothels, where many a ton
of passions lay under a taciturn sun.

An air of ethereal dread
hangs over the house of whores
and sings and sleeps in the bed
sailing silently to elyssian shores.

Dark secrets thus locked in jars
hold the sketchy dreams of gold
then reveal the murmur of mars
dark as the nights of Isis told.

A solemn hill suddenly fades out.
A happy hen sways monstrous hips.
The delectable wine of chance and doubt
combine and drown my pensive lips.

A wooden chalice breaks my fall
and vicious poison covers it's wall.
A sumptous feast of mice and men
all devoured by the soulless hen.

At once I see dreamy eyes
staring beyond the cold street light.
The dream escapes thawing the ice
of the cold, the heartless, the weeping night.

Prisoner of War

I would wait if told.

I would stay if asked.

I would cry if pleaded.

I would repent if found guilty.

I just stayed there.

Standing straight ramrod as the cold winds

Washed me away in silly ignorance.

No one turned around to see. Once.

My eyes froze from the view.

My sticky fingers numbing the turmoil inside.

I tried to receive as much light as I could. 

But of no avail.

Your gown in grey caressed the flimsy air,

As you walked with a halo far beyond you.

Assuming an ego only I could see,

You taunted me. To hate you.

Pushed against an edge, unfathomable.

A new fear overcoming me with glee.

I try to flee my detractors in a moment’s ambush.

Only to tie myself down tighter.

Your eyes brim with a fire I’ve never seen before.

Ready to consume in an engulfing inferno.

Rising against ashes of gluttony,

You shiver at my demise. With satisfaction.

Contorted beyond recognition.

You left me a derelict.

I pass streets filled with misery.

Chalking up a past of inconsequence.

I would have embraced if asked.

I would have smiled if spoken to.

I would have dug deep if told to.

But bow I would never before you.

No Offense...

Bengalis:

One Bengali is sweet shop.

Two Bengalis is a black and white movie.

Three Bengalis is a Mohun Bagan support.

Four Bengalis is a Marxist movement.

Malayalees:

One Malayalee is a narial pani shop.

Two Malayalee is a boat race.

Three Malayalees is a Gulf job racket.

Four Malayalees is an Oil slick.

Tamilians:

One Tamilian is a fugtive sandalwood smuggler.

Two Tamilians is a suicide bomb squad.

Three Tamilians is a Classical Music School.

Four Tamilians is a Jayalalitha fan club.

Andhraites:

One Andhraite is a cycle rickshaw driver.

Two Andraites is a spice shop.

Three Andhraites is a Naxalite Outfit.

Four Andhraites is a Telugu film industry.

Goans:

One Goan is a Remo Fernandes.

Two Goans is a feni distillery.

Three Goans is a football club.

Four Goans is an all night long party.

Parsis:

One Parsi is a sentence punctuated with expletives deleted.

Two Parsis is a doctor and a lawyer.

Three Parsis is a 75 year old man with two unmarried sisters.

Four Parsis is half their remaining population.