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Slaves

In the sick-sweet smell of honesty
I have held the flag of indecency
In the parturition of only righteous
I have delivered demons of all time
In the illuminated palaces of precision
I have sent the sifting devils of fury
Of all the things you have made with order
I’m going to induce a cumulative disorder
When you have the power to challenge me
Come over on the top
Raise your voice and talk me to the eye
You have no power, no life to do it
As you are the slaves of your own rules

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Walk the road without a baggage

Walk the road without baggage
Don’t look back at what you left
Happiness is a myth
Don’t fall for it
If you fall, it ain’t a ditch
It is an abyss of relentless hunger
Thirst never quenched
There is a road to find yourself
Walk the road without baggage.
Baggages are filled with promises of future
No future, just accept it
Walk, walk, and walk until you trudge
Trudge till you fall and accept the reality
Falling is the destination of lovers
The lovers fall in the ocean of love
Ocean, unmeasured, fathomed by none
Plunge with no intention to come back
Cause intentions reveal the deeds
Fears, forebodings, all are washed away
The ocean of love is the end of the road
Just
Walk the road without baggage.

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Poetry

Bleak! Beautiful! Deceptive!

In the bleak evening of winter
In the shadow of my own soul
I stared out of the window
Into the infinite white of snow
A bird fluttered in the waving snowflakes
It was whizzing whistling the chinar
The home he had made for past times
In his nest the snow had balled
He stayed at the branch looking for shelter
In the home nearby there lay some youngs
He whistled and lay there in the thatch
Making the dwellers his family at once
But the summer came and it flew away
Breaking the family he called in cold
It went across the lush greens of summer
Forgetting everything in the search of life
Life, it never was lived
Just its shadow, it always followed
Bleak, beautiful and deceptive.

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Poetry

A life for death

A decision on me
Has been taken
By the filthy Gods of fate
Their pens drowned in tears
They write my story
I see them with stare
I pleat my forehead
And stop my tears
They fill the pens again
I see them with stare
They smirk and write
The withering words
I pleat my forehead
And smile at them
They want me to trust
But I ain’t
I’m a warrior of fates
And I’ll die fighting
And when I die
With glory I’ll rise
I ask them no heaven
Just the pen
They smirk and write
Their judgement on me
I take the pen and break it
I pleat my forehead
And smile at them
This ain’t a life, again
This is a life for death.

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Poetry

A casket of principles

A casket of principles is going with me
In that, my truths are nagging my lies
Lies which I have cherished my whole life
Those truths aren’t shiny like my pubes
They are filthy with grey old hair
These truths were whimpering
In the dungeon of secrets
They were crying to come out of mouth
But my lies were always fighters of evil
They guarded me from these pious snakes
But now, my breaths are gone, so my lies
They fill my casket to trample my life
But idiots are these as I have no life
A casket of principles is going with me
Principle to hold my lips tight
When there is an imminent threat of light
I ate the light with my dark inside.
I hold these principles dear to me
Thats why A casket of principles is going with me

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Poetry

I ain’t a Saint.

I give you hope, for what?
I make you smile, for what?
You don’t know my darker side
You don’t know how I turn
When I turn, I ain’t a saint
I ain’t a monster. I’m just a human
With needs, no ethics, no legality
Just a filthy animal who is social
When I turn, I ain’t a saint
Don’t think about me so much
You’ll destroy your purity
Just retain it and return, because
When I turn, I ain’t a saint
I love, I cry, I shout, I laugh, but
To make you believe, I’m among you
But I ain’t among you, I’m a sinner
I’m a sinner, who has sinned to love
When I turn, I ain’t a saint.

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Poetry

The life of hope

For me, Destiny is a myth
I go, I cry, I suffer, I give pain
Am I a bad man?
Or am I good?
Well, it all depends on you
From where you see it all
For my heart, everything is right
I may stab you, yet I’m right
I may kill you, yet I’m right
There is a dark world inside
Where tears are stored
The well of hope, they call it
It gives tears to give hope
But that well when out of tears
Makes me dark from inside
Tears me apart, to be called an angel
The well of hope they call it
Is the treasure where secrets are kept
In dark, remorseful heaven of wrongs
The wrongs that make me evil
But still there is hope left in that well
That one day, I will clear the darkness
I will come out with a gleaming piousness
And I shall redeem myself that day
I have a hope that hope is still there

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Poetry

My fucking life

There is whiteness in my hair
Is this the end?
Talk no bullshit, am I going?
Don’t teach me life lessons of hope
I don’t need them, I am full of remorse
Spent blood, screaming soul and everything
That is shitty in your eyes
Don’t teach me life lessons of hope
See, this hair is no longer mine
Neither are you
What was this wait worth for?
I question my patience
I question my love
Now I am fucking old, with no energy
Just steely fucking love for you
Tell me what to do of it
Tell me where to bury it
It is burning me
Don’t teach me lessons of hope
I don’t need them, I am full of remorse
Yes, this is the end of my fucking life

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Poetry

Traveller of eternity

There is no rule to stop
As there is no rule for breathing
I breath, I travel, I make mistakes
But the things make me listen to them
They are just there waiting to be heard
I hear their sobs of longing
They yearn to be not things anymore
They wish to have hearts again
To love, what they once loved
To break them, so that they can feel pain
But can they? No one knows
As there is no rule of breathing
There is no rule to stop
And not be traveller of eternity

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Poetry

I love her to death

She saw me with her teary eyes
I couldn’t wipe it, she is not her
It makes me sad to see us apart
But what the world wants it fulfills
There is no place on heaven to shed tears
But there is death, I told her to die with me
She smiled and said, she is already dead
I undressed my soul to take a jump
I realised, it is hell, and she is there
I jumped in hell to be with her
And here I am like a sinner of time
Here she is like a collaborator of my sin
We are sinners, punish us, but make sure
You don’t destroy my eyes, cause I wanna see
I wanna see her die again in my arms