A sinister world of sin
Of betrayal and lust
Walking alone on this lonely path
I crumble down- ash to ash, dust to dust

Emotions droop down in the mellowed sunsets
Love’ lost with the broken trust
Awaiting my ending in bated breaths
I crumble down- ash to ash, dust to dust

Alone and confused-But whose to blame
The past is at my heels and my head bows in shame
A penitent heart with searing pain
I crumble down- ash to ash, dust to dust

The night is full secrets
And friends very few whom I can trust
Bonds begin to falter as the chains being to rust
Walking alone on this lonely path
I crumble down- ash to ash, dust to dust

A glance at him and you’ll understand
A bar less prison-Which your mind can never comprehend
A sickness, a plague of new kind
created to shrivel and rape your silent mind.

His face is covered in a veil of black
And he is locked in this tasteless prison
Only words can describe what you see
Only words can fill all of your vision

Strength is lost in this strange little game
All that remains is a withered frame,
A lonesome piper playing his broken reed
All that remains is a barren seed.

All that remains is a broken man
Of broken faith and unheard pleas
For a few gulps of water and a piece of bread to seize
I see a scraggy fellow crawling on his knees.

Veracity escapes from me
as I fall to the ground.
Blood drips from my vein
No passion for life is yet to be found.

As I bleed, as I die
I feel this extreme pain.
Feels like this life is not worth living
yet I find me praying for better days !!!

The confluence of the opposites in human beings always fascinated me- I wanted to pen a few lines but nothing came out of the pea brain. So an evening caught me sitting in the balcony and glaring into the raining sky while my fingers lay on the key board. A basic structure came along in rhyming words, and words yoked to form a line… and when I was done with this piece- It resembled unlike any one that I had written earlier. Was is a haiku? Did it resemble a sestina? I read it a few times to comprehend its angles yet it did not resemble a single structure and there it was sitting like molded plasticine….

Yin and Yang

The day and the night
Within me align
One shows the benign angel
The other covers the lurking swine

The servant and the master
Within me confine
Both walk along on this treadless path
One serves and the other shines

The puppet and the puppeteer
Within me lay and whine
The puppeteer sings a rhyme less song
And the puppet dances to a rhythm less line

The good and the bad
Within me combine
Both fight an endless battle
Both of their paths cross and intertwine

The mask and the masquerade
Within me consign
One covers the real me
As I masquerade around in a shackled line

the poet and the author
Within me resign
One comes out with a random thought
And the silly other can’t think of an ending line

I am someone - that you really can't see,
I come from a place – where you really can’t be
for I exist but in bits and pieces –
And the whole thing turns into an antithesis
Rip the flesh from my face,
Do you like what you see?
Underneath my devious exterior,
Do you still want to know the real me?

The ebb of life can’t turn back.
I can't change the things I've done.
The reaction is the one I deceive,
Truth, is the one I can never shun.
A chain reaction
A structure of lies
Causes untold problems
And miseries that I cant deny..
Inside my head, voices conference.
The guilt I then feel,
Opens a new path for my repentance.

So rip the flesh from my face,
Do you like what you see?
Underneath my lies and deception,
Do you still like the real me?

An endeavor forever to wisely waste time
Each moment comes severed by a senseless, rhythm-less rhyme
While breathing I’m singing my own lifeless tune
Just drifting, careening with the ebb of the moon
So peaceful, yet disgusting; Hate life when serene
Disdainful, untrusting; and many such moments I've seen
So strive while alive with an Nihilist's eyes
And knowing, time is flowing, refracting my life's lies
The horizon regresses, time slows down, and dies

Death....I fantasize it one day happening to me, I think that's one thing that will never change. I have hurt , have been wounded, have been healed, and I have been broken in half by some memory in my past. Though I lush for my own death each day of the week, exploring my options, my possibilities. Only looking at pictures of death and dying, to tame my urge to finalize the decision. Lengthening the process until I find the day is right. Going beyond it now that my family will not be hurt, but they'll be happy when I finally find peace in this process. I hope my friends will see it the same way. But for now, another day to live, another day to contemplate.."

Till Death, I remain
As Ever
Zephyr

A moment
When everything’s forgotten
A moment
When all is forgiven…
Just for a moment
When time slows down
And the moon and the stars melt away
leaving behind a moment of serenity
In that moment of perfection
Frozen down in the moonlight- the only sound
Is that of stillness of breath
Trying to remember a detail before it is over
Hoping that reality will remain at a distance
And that only a feeling of content would
Ever fill my soul yet knowing it won’t
And so such times are so perfect and pure
These are what will make me get up in the morning
These are what will keep me sane
These are what I live for
These are what I want to spend my life acquiring…Seeking Serenity

Sitting in this silence…I can't escape from.
Words trickle and images fly in my head,
Senselessly.

Say something…Whisper anything.
This silence…is killing me.

Set my heart on fire,
only then I’ll know I’m alive.

Mouth moving…Acidic words dropping
Let me burn…only then I'll know I'm alive.

Push me down…Hear me scream,
Only then I’ll know I’m alive.