meandering mist

in the loop of an affliction
affliction of a denied being
we walk through fabricated meadows
scraping every grey of evil
clinging to the last bush of wreck
we breathe under the bright clouds
we delv on the dark sides of a cliff
as we brandish every pain of desire

please roll another joint
i want to sink myself into numbness
sleeping on the horizons of destiny
being pulled by a drooper side of wisdom
flagship of boredom sucking us in

lay us aside
sense our mind stripped nerves
help us clear this meandering mist
let us free
lead us home

warring factions

As this era unfolds

Democracy is blown into tatters

Led by a subtle crime

Tucked under political nothingness

Rallying for a dictatorial readiness

Scraped skins of the common man

And the tired nerves give way eventually

Ideas of the super human

Yet a work of cowards

Mingling with the sold out souls

Different ideologies, different strategies

That bulges into a lost prospect

Filth of the streets brought home

Swollen minds and shrunk hearts

As this victory becomes the first big loss

who am I

Looking through the windowpane with bitterness

I see myself staring back at me

Daring me to rise from this feeling of worthlessness

Wrecked, are my thoughts, run over by the system

Ashes of hope float in my head

My mind is a bloodied ocean of dying spirits

Put out the cigarette, the smoke feels good

Beat me to death, I am immortal

Look at me, don’t turn away

Bind me in your wings of pride

Let my spirits trek this Everest of fear

Let it wander on the moors

Let it breathe the dirt and the wine

Go on, pamper me and I’ll rise

Yes I will

You’ve made my day, I’m good

Are you, of course you are

But if I am you and you are me

Then WHO AM I.

am i dead yet

My friend still sat crying,

Because he was, where people came after dying

I knew something was wrong,

Though, the war had far gone.

I had always fantasized the brutality of war,

But now the very thought of it made my jaws drop

We had been good soldiers,

If not the best soldiers.

The terrain had been difficult

And the ammunition - minimal

Seven days without food

Our faces turned grey,

Nerves - green and blue crept out of the skin-

Thinned down by the sun’s hollow rays

Dry eyes and a clouded sight - heard each breath.

It were trees’ leaves that kept us alive

The border had been invisible

But the grim solitude of the corpses made it visible

I still remember, we had crossed it together

Only to find the enemy up close and rambling on

My frayed vision didn’t betray me –

I yelled after the shot as blood splattered all over my face

“One more down”

As I fell to kiss my ground…..

But all of that was past now

And here I was, still amazed at my friend

Who, had cried a little too long

When, suddenly he got up and left

A gush of air blew away the flowers he had kept on the grave

I knew something was not fine

And as I read my name inscribed on the grave

I knew it was mine..

 

war pigs

Calmness takes over,
chill creeps into my bones and I fall asleep

I don’t feel old but I am deranged

Overshadowed by the fog that still looms around

Snow still kissing my knees till they are numb,

The anxiety to stand up grips those tiring nerves

I wondered am I sixty or sixteen

Mist cleared and there she stood

As if I heard her say “you are a good soldier, lead your men into the battle, god shall be with you”

The smoke around looked almost holy, for me to believe that this really was war

The chaos and strife almost unbearable took us to the limit,

This hideousness, almost crunching us to tatters

Legs thrashed, hands blown up, bones shattered

We were the war pigs.

We were a band of brothers who had shed blood and tears on D-day,

War had been won but lives lost aplenty,

My hands cramping of holding my dead mates

On this day tears didn’t flow, just a sigh of relief that it was over

This nightmare has been with me for the past forty years,

I am Maj. Dick Winters

A soldier of godly fortune, who survived the war by will

For all these years that I have earned a nine or a ten,

I have been proud that I led a bunch of brave men.

time to give

On this road to survival

Shivering in this darkness of dogma

Dangerously close to the extinction of mankind

Seems like an assimilation of all

Dangling in a search for soul

Reason for a life lost

All taken in a matter of years

In a retrospection of the being of others

How to make a contribution

Brain storming through human needs

Leaping every bumper of pessimism

Its time to form an all star team

Collective scamper might take us through

Rigid thoughts are to be broken

It’s a ray of hope in this kingdom of evil

A trot it has to be

And the aim seems clear

Its time to give

trapped in a purple haze

Walking under the weeping moon

As the eternity falls down on its knees

This dogma won’t go away soon

The flight of future seems trapped in the dark trees

Transparency in thoughts adds to the misery

And arms crying for help from this hole of tragedy

A modicum of these lamentations making my road harder

Damned be those people who don’t care

The explanation to this feeling meandering somewhere in the mist

What lies ahead is the biggest panic on the list

“Are these books the only way ahead”?

Or else “will the road come to a dead end”?

“Is this the pain of salvation”?

Let the lord answer these,

And I shall continue my journey, the way I have been.

blasphemy revealed

He licked the dime of charity,

Frozen was his subconscious,

And so was lauded for his will

Charming was he, dull he was not

Sounds of distress never rang his ears

He was the truth of the unspoken, of the unforgiving

Mist of a famine, light of a black hole

A home of trust for the untrusting

Reckless were his seniors, blinded by a foggy conscience, yet,
he held his own on this slippery diving board

Sought his triumph in honesty

And nothing mattered more than work

Sacrificial was he, tormentor he was not

Unrelentingly droned were his aspirations

“met”? they were not

And that day a soldier’s spirit died

social anarchy

Force of gravity pulls us under

Spitting on the face of desires

Tunneling a life of hatred , injustice

Fantasies stripped by this inertial rigidity

Burdened by a hope of lies

A dreaded disaster lingers very near

Bolstered by the sip of rage

It’s a delusional work of society

Sulking in this expanse of a planned being

Dampened and broken are these thoughts of betrayal

Basking in glory are the spirits around us

this halo builds into a ball of fire

Brittle might be these thoughts

Yet, thoughts they are

As it falls into this abyss of social anarchy

taste of blood

I walk aimlessly with my fists clinched tight,

I am a man of war, who doesn’t feel right,

Rage creeps in as my flesh begins to boil

Life seems like an endless road to death,

Anger and aggressiveness is the only way I can toil

The beast staring into my eyes represents my faith

To quench my thirst, I need to see someone’s ruptured health

I am in a quiet riot with my soul and my conscience is an army of never ending demons

As my fingers start cramping, I see death in his eyes

No knife, no gun, my bare hands are enough to kill the beholder of my destiny.

Now it’s between him and me, as the echoes of silence begins to deafen me

In complete awe he stares at me, but all he sees is a man on a killing spree

He fears but knows his end is near,

Tenth man in the line of death, nine already sent to hell

I hate him for what I am

As my hand begins to explore the insides of his chest,

I ask him,” is it brutal”?

But he is already gone

He bleeds profusely as I stand on top of him with the stench of his flesh clobbering my spirits

The power of brutality surpasses my mind and I’ll take no more till I taste the blood again.

  

                                                                            

riverside luminance

Entangled, is the moisture in this haze

Seven colours of magic surrounds this place

Like a dream it is to me, a dream it really is

It’s a place where time has no boundaries

It’s a place where sounds blend into a musical

It’s a place where joy surrounds all

There’s a sense of quietness in these notes

River sings to me like a symphony that floats

Nature is good, nature is beautiful

Away from the slumber of this dead end life

I am on a tranquil journey into the wild

draped in darkness

Enticed by a dream of mirrors

Drawn into the day of darkness

As White light perishes into a sea of confusion        

my soul is buried deep

deep under a stack of emotions

sweep away this bed of nails lying underneath me

everything shimmers and yet its so dark

inflate your heart of desire

kill the fear, kill it willingly

flawed assumption creating a havoc

as I glide through space time

drenched in the moonlight that you’re bleeding

adulthood looking down upon you

clear these clouds of fear

you’re the reason I am here

look me in the eye, I’m free

so are you

bleed for the devil of love

abandon yourself and grab your fate

don’t thrust me into this hour of dismay

my spirit is hindered

and the sound of sadness is real

i hear it now