A Brilliant Madness

My Madness:
I have succumbed
to a hypnotising art
but i continue to walk
through this delusional world.
The picture becomes clearer
as the time passes faster than ever
the days feel shorter than ever.
I close my eyes lest a gloomed view.
Only to evade an incomplete end
i embrace a brilliant madness...

My Word To The Society:
This society is cacophonic
and its visions are impared
confused in a semblance of
right and wrong,
what is good? and what is evil?
perhaps,it is an overwhelming schism.
Hanging in the sedate air
with no ground beneath to land
but with a dwindling hope to fly
It lives every day,for one day to die
It lives this blatant lie.

My Word To You And Me:
But i live never to die
i have unveiled the concealed truth
to precede your old and youth
i see it a straight line
when you revolve round the whirlpool
a creation ov your own fallacies...
Why do you question,
the permanence ov this paralysis?
You eat mud,you drink muck
and you say that I am insane!
i smirk at your thoughts so profane..

Peeking through an opaque wall
there i see the inside ov me..
i am no more amongst you nescient
i scream out loud but no one pays heed
Look at the obtuse you,
avid eyes stare as i rise high
bound to the earth you are
when i belong to the sky..
you are sane and it is your weakness
Hence,embrace a brilliant madness....

Carcinogenic Factor

Blindfolded by a vile fabric
you seek only mayhem,
you are plead guilty
ov the infinite blood you spilled
The wounds you left,they still bleed
no mercy,no escape
from their abominable curse
now its your time to pay back

dismantle your armor
nauseous thoughts you harbor
corruption you conjure
a carcinogenic factor

disturbed and restless faces
waiting for their justice,
in this lies a sadistic pleasure
indeed,they want you to suffer
A cancer has crept in,
in this hemophiliac society
the countdown has begun,
it is waiting to explode
you are the fucking detonator
your death is the only barter

mortified emotions
desperate conditions
corrupted dying notions
your end is what you reap

dismantle your armor
nauseous thoughts you harbor
corruption you conjure
a carcinogenic factor

More Than Just A Paper Roll

Left behind are her residual ashes and a pleasant miasma
in which doused are enamoured men with superlative horizons
So much ashamed to confide their hypocrite visions...

Some find her divine ambrosia,others do blaspheme her
To some,she is a mother,for others,an estranged daughter
But they are naive enough to know who she really is...

She is a bloodless whore,kissing and loving each
Infidel,immoral and irreverent,what can she preach?
her sole intent is to satisfy anyone who dares a tryst..

A touchstone ov compassion,she soothes the ones we abhor
An epitome ov altruism,she burns herself for we desire,
A drive force,when she is with us on our lonely walkway...

At last,she has seeped through our veins into our bloodstream,
and our mind,heart and soul,she has conquered us like a dream
she is a need,her might can ever endure our archaic beliefs...

Yet we relish the sight ov her slow demise as she selfburns.
Honey,will we meet again? she leaves behind this question though
She is more than just a dry-leaves filled slender paper roll...

Airborne....

Standing on the edge ov this tall building,
With the serene sun shimmering on my face,
I can feel through my arms the wind blowing,
whispering into my ears about my recent chaotic past,
and in front ov my eyes, see it pass so fast,
a colourless collage that can define,can confine,
I close my eyes and gasp...out ov the bedlam,
And plunge into the air at the wake of the calm,
now I am airborne...

The fresh moist air fills the void in me,
my face lit up with a smile ecstatic..
My eyes close shut,only contentment they see,
my arms wide open,feeling the cold embrace ov the wind,
no regret,no complaint,no burden,I live this dream..
I mere enjoy this freedom,yes,I live this dream.
long I have lived a life ov others,
now I live few moments ov mine...
oh I am airborne...

Is it my mother's unconditional love?
or is it my father's perpetual expectations?
Or is it my boss' ceaseless decrees?
It might be Naina's comfort that I craved!
which one is the catalyst to my plight,I wonder..
But I care no more,I only enjoy this moment I live..
I left them all 250 meters back,
back on the rooftop,I left my past forever...
Yes I am airborne..

I feel the blood gushing through my veins,
muscles contract and expand fencing my bones,
for the one last time I feel my breath..
I wish to preserve my heart's last beat...
I lie on the ground gazing at the skyward treat...
and for the first time I see,life walking away from me..
now I am newborn...

The Last Leaf Ov Autumn

'tis a story unheard,untold,
about a woman grey and old...
waiting for the return ov her heart,she sold..
but it never came..
and she couldn't realize she sold it in vain..
All she got in return was suffering and pain..
pain ov her lost love.
Mirthfully she gathers the fallen leaves,
still she couldn't realise it is the autumn breeze..
staring at the swaying broken door ov her cot,
which cues her ov her past...
she wants to get lost in her reveries at last,
forever in his enigmatic charm..
'cause she is high on his love,opium..
Yet,she often prays for a wind to come,
and blow her away like the last leaf ov autumn...


she sees her tears roll down her numb cheeks..
out on the ground they fall...
She is clutched by her vanity,
she cant move,no,she cant feel..
but no one could ever see,
neither the ignorant nor the sapient..
the chasm which was consuming her from within..
she sold her heart for him.
Now,she only adjures that he knows,
he knows how much she loved him.
and one day he will return,
to her or to her grave...
the day she'd again cast her smile suave.
He would then know for sure,
she sold her heart,not in vain,but for him....
and he would treasure the last leaf ov autumn...

Her Soul Unrest....

In darkness lingers a Soul Unrest,
Waiting for Redemption.
Amidst the enticement ov Orgasm,
She sits firm and cold.
But all alone she is,
All alone she ever was.

Pale,loathsome and rueful,
She cares no more for Her
Fossilized feelings and embalmed emotions.
Only an ethereal entity is left ov Her.
Adorned in a glinting Amethyst,
Embraced by black transparent robe,
She gazes at the end ov a never ending road,
Waiting for redemption.
Amidst the enticement ov Orgasm,
Naively She dances to the Sullen Symphony
Ov an Amusiac empty Heart.

When You Are Gone...

When someone you like so much
just walks away from your life
without leaving a trace behind
without giving a chance to cry
you couldn't even ask him why
you are snatched away of your smile
the morning you wake up
its all gone forever..
you had so much to say
no matter how much you pray
he is gone forever..
you can never see the ray
now your words fall all blank
you gaze around your self
its all hollow
its so shallow
the only thing you are left with is
his memories which increase your pain
u still hope to see the ray
stop hoping to see the ray
he is never going to come back again
he has already broken the chain
now nothing bonds you and him
stop staring at the broken end
wait my friend for some time
time is the acid which dissolves all pain
wait till your wound becomes just a scar
and then you will smile again...

For You....

You are the only sanity in this oblivion
this craving for you is an obsession,
parted from you,i am diseased,i cant heal
only you,my tranquil senses do feel,
So let the rain of ardour pour down,
the dry me,wants to get drenched,
let the sun of aroha,shimmer on my face,
the cold me,wants to get warm,
Let the serene breeze blow through your body,
the blazing me,wants to get calm,
let the amaryllis of love blossom,
the deviant me,wants to live again...

How Could You Ever Know...

Can You Ever Know
That How Much Could You
Mean To Someone...
That How Deep Could You
Pervade Into his heart..
That His Morn Starts With You
with You His Nox falls..
That the sweet voice of You
is the only melody he knows...
That Your smile becomes his esteem
and Your tear drops he treasures..
That underneath Your warm breath
He can spend an eternity...
That Your mere casual embrace
can heal the cancer of his soul...
That he Wants You so much
he can crusade with his destiny..
how can you ever know!

You Are Gone So Far...

I never wanted to betray you,
The things i wanted to do,
They all went astray,
I had so much to say,
blinded by my apprehensions,
bonded by my obligations,
I just could'nt see the way,
and again i missed the ray,

No matter how far you go away,
No matter how long we stay apart,
You'll always be the one i crave,
And i want to be with you one day.
But,i lost all your trust in a wave.
How can i win your trust back?
I just can not see the way,
and again i missed the ray,

I could only see you leave,
Standing in that dark corner,
On my face my tears did slither,
hoping that it would soon rain,
They are not my tears,i could feign,
But as ever,my fate did deceive.
I just couldn't see the way,
and again i missed the ray,

An Untamed Feeling Called Lust...

amidst this ecstasy ov love
we are often mesmerised
by the suave scent ov desire
a desire to penetrate
a desire of friction
a desire to play and fondle
a desire to cross all bounds
At last we all fall for
a sinful pleasure called lust
just a sweet and serene pain
and a feeling only skin deep
But we all cherish the
warm breaths exchanged
a fray of moist lips and tongue
hands slithering down
naked lying bodies
glistening with sweat and cum
so much close to each other that
even the air heaves to pass through
we are forever mesmerised
by this suave scent ov desire...

Orchard Of Flesh

buried six feet deep,
it is mere a gangrened body
it is your own pale cadaver,
so brutally battered,
so hard to agnise,
laid stray forever,
in this orchard of flesh...
there are myriads like you,
your friends and your foe,
everyone with a different tale,
a secret that they all drape,
beneath their bloated bodies
amidst this rotten stench,
in this orchard of flesh,
there are even more to come,
waiting in this incessant que,
watching the maggots devour on you,
and the rats savor as they chew,
and you will soon coalesce,
your body will turn into grease,
in this orchard of flesh..
At last remains a putrid malt,
Slowly seeping into the earth,
Once a leader but now a filth
Once a lover but now so vile,
Once a charmer but now a rot,
In the soil they are equal made
in this orchard of flesh..

A Journey Together With Brishti...

It is our personal journey from the untruth to the Truth.
Not very far ago I left behind a reckless life of chaos.
But we have to look beyond, without looking back so often.
Looking back, I see a hypnotizing purple haze of solemnity in solitude.
One has to learn how to keep the past in mind secretly and proceed.
The scars of my past still being fresh, how could I help fall apart?
Is it a scar or a wound? If it is a wound, wait a bit, till it is healed.
Being clutched by the shackles of despair, how can I wipe off the grease?
Life is a large canvas. Try to paint with love a positive picture of incessant bliss.
But a burnt canvas is monochrome.It’s black as a devouring chasm of a deep abyss
Beyond the canvas,look within.Let the soft emotions with the healing touch flourish
The hollowness within made my emotions perish; the touch can no more be relished.
Let the greatness of life itself help your vacuum be filled with love continuous.
It can only fill me with wrath. The treachery of life has been heinous.
Life is often so unkind that it never lets us forget our memories previous..
The unkind life sings the requiem of love, yes it chants the threnody of hope.
And we proceed through the thorns of life to the roses of friendship.
The roses being withered, sitting alone in the pain of thorns impaled, we weep.
Come, let our hearts be roses so that we can keep our love red and deep.
Black being my heart, occult is love to it and sees only a melanised halo.
How can you see your core? You can never see your heart's glow.
My core is in utter darkness. A touch can no more give me solace.
Let the glow of your core be invented by someone else.
The glow has so diminished that even the eye of the beholder may miss..
Those inventing the gold in lover's core, are magicians who can surely do it.
No spell can give my dormant soul a life. No magic can bring my dead conscience back.
Conscience never dies. Your conscience as well as core can ever spark.
I know, my conscience can’t rejuvenate when my inner vision has been opaque.
If conscience is awaken, it will hardly matter whether you see it or not. Please awake.
Try in vain to summon it when it could not even listen to what Gabriel whispered.
Trial should always be there. There will once be the auspicious moment to be shared.
How can I break this sheathe when my strangled moral sense strives hard to breathe?
Never try hard to pull back. Those senses will push you back to your world, choicest.
My senses are in deep tranquility and my desires and likings are laid to rest.
A turbulence in your inner ocean is awaited. Never arrest it. Rather flow yourself in that.
How can I flow? I dread these tidal waves since I drowned in the ocean of sorrow and wrath.
This time you'll never be alone. A suitable companion will help you flow through your path.
Stay away from me.To my abode my doom follows.Don’t come close, it will also ingest thee.
Your destiny will give you a suitable match from whom you’ll never be able to escape or flee.
Destiny being a deceiver, stranded in the ruins of my past, a lone wanderer I’ll always be.
Instead of being stranded in the past, walk thru the present to the future which belongs to thee.
Phantoms of past,impeding my walkand future seemingly obscure, show mere a gloomy alley ahead.
So often we, amidst the vehemency of our distressed past,ignore the future,waiting ahead.
My eyes are blindfolded by the fabric of vileness.Those rogue yet pitiful stares, the most I hate.
Your horizon includes heaven in it..Please try to use that to prevent the peril inherent.
Heaven has disowned and hell craves for me!Of all the hate and deception I’ve faced, I’ve been a dissident.
Heaven never disowns anybody.Your preoccupied mind will surely be overpowered by the Goodness prevalent.
I try to heed to your advice,but the sun of positivity and goodness has been eclipsed,I lament.
Beautiful it is to experience the nicer side of life.Get yourself ready to feel within, all its vibes.
With arms wide open I welcome the beginning,adios to the dark clouds of grief,only happiness down pouring.
It's an august moment when a good soul is recognizing the harmony within; the goodness flourishes winning.
A new journey has begun,I see velvety rose petals laid on the path,a serene path to solace and nirvana.
The path of worldly love is awaited, yet to visit.Let the last lap in your journey be the way towards Nirvana.
Why so hurry?Enjoy the way ahead.You are too young to walk through the difficult path to Nirvana.

The Favourite One ..."War"

No this is not the herald of victors,
No this is not the the laurel of heroes,
Neither this is the mourning of victims,
Nor this is the weep of ones who bled...
But this is the faint whistling of the Battlefield,
Soft grasses used to embrace its body once.But now,
It is draped by a blood-soaked blanket of carcasses of men,
Enveloped by a suffocating miasma of blood,dust and smoke,
Still it whistles a soothing symphony of peace and hope...
Also this is the boastful anthem of the Gatling-guns,
Glistened they were by the daylight,icons of power,touchstone of might.Yet,
Divested they have so many mothers of their sons,guiltless they stand tall,
No matter countless wives they have widowed,beamish is their innocent smile,
As they sing their suave anthem of superbia and pride...
This surely is the humming of the dilapidated majestic mansions,
Veins of periwinkle blossomed on it.Stood once mighty and tall,immune to fall.Still,
They entombed the mortal souls.Now the undead seek domicile in them,ruined now in mayhem.
Gained they have none,lost they have all.For the sins of the mortals,bemired they are,
And carelessly enough they hum about a new morning sun...
No this is not the herald of victors,
No this is not the the laurel of heroes,
Neither this is the mourning of victims,
Nor this is the weep of ones who bled...

You Shall Rise

Thou shalt rise
You have seen utter insanity,
blood of vileness is running
Through your delicate veins,
shed it before you are raised
To the alter of death,
in darkness your are naked,
donot hide your abhorrent self,
throughout your insignificant life,
You have gained nothing but hate,
Now you shalt rise above your tomb,
No more space for you in this womb,
Divulge your malevolent self,
Long you have waited in tranquility,
Its time for you to rise,
The world you feared,shalt fear you now
and those insignificant others,
You shalt make them bow,
Blood for blood,flesh for flesh,
Now you shalt reap the beast,
savour on your necro feast,
Nothing they deserve, but
incoherent savage demise,
Engulf them in the blaze ov your rage,
Now its time for you to rise.
O!behemoth..

Sexperience

it was a cold winter evening,i reckon
no one was home,just me and my gal,
i dint know what will this evening change
just that,i had a feeling ,bit strange..
We were just friends,we'll always be,
But secretly,i had a crush,on eve..
She was a beauty,with scarlet hair,
pouty,rosy lips,oh!its so rare..
casually,we sat together on the couch,
To watch a movie on HBO,"The Touch"..
We had lays and a bowl of popcorn to munch,
Who cares?i just wanted to be with her,as much..
the movie started,but i gazed at her..
She had hazel nut eyes,and a small snout,
her body glistened lyk gold,no doubt!,
She looked at me for once,straight into my eyes,
With that million dollar smile,i'd die for..
I smiled back and caressed her soft cheek,
She leaned towards me and kissed my cheek,
I was wondering if i were dreaming!
I pinched my self,this time,for once,it wasnt a dream.
It was really happening!
i held her close,kissed her lips gently,
she giggled atonce wryly..
She definitely had something in her mind,
But i wasnt sure,if it were the same as mine!
we stood up and kissed,this time a bit rough..
I thought,turning her on is aint so tough!
I Told her how beautiful she was,
She chirped,lets not waste time,
lets have some fun!
Oh girl you are so wild!
I fear,i may fall mild,
We went into the bed room and doused the light,
She pushed me on the bed,and hell!i was hard
I was a virgin,dint exactly know what to do..
But she had experience,she just knew what to do..
i was lying there with my johnson upright,
Just wanting to tear the jeans apart..
She stared at it and squeaked,hold on boy!
How could i resist u,oh! Helen of Troy..
She started undressing herself,
And unbuttoned my jeans..
Tied my hands with a scarf to the bed,
Oh girl,you make me so crazy,
Everything is getting so hazy..
She was in her bra and panty,
Asked me to wait,she ran to the kitchen..
And i ran into the world of my imagination,
Fantasising about the possibilities and the friction..
I closed my eyes and waited for her in anticipation,
Still lost in the world of fantasy..
Still mesmerised by her ecstasy.

But swish!!
She stabbed me with a butcher knife..
No there was no strife!
I opened my eyes..
She was standing right next,
Holding the blood soaked knife,pointing to my chest..
I was startled,more than in pain..
My blood dripping from my vein..
Another swish!!
Now onto my throat..
I groaned,but the devil never moaned,
One more swish through the throat..
And i was slaughtered like a scape goat..
She was merry and her face lit with a grin..
oh devil woman,why did you do this to me?
I loved you,and still i do...
Forever and always...

Winter...

.Winter
Air in the mystic mountains
Dry and dead cold;
Shivering and rattling bones
Of withering old;
She arrives with malice intent
Of ruthless genocide;
Her feigning of a sepulchral mourn
Sway to commit suicide;
Her enlightened face with an odious grin
Consumes all afterglow;
Spare no one from indiscriminate wrath,
She's on a death row;


'Cos she is winter
She Kills;
She is winter
Devout murderer;


Die, he shall die,
And o'er his corpse
Cold wind shall blow;
No spilt blood, just frozen marrow,
No severed flesh, just ruptured veins;
How long could he go
With his rotten and frostbitten limbs;
At last, the mighty had to fall
Once who stood tall;
Death will embrace him
Albeit the chant of vain hymn
Life surrenders to her;


'Cos she is winter,
She kills;
She is winter,
Serenely morbid;

The Deviant Me

born in this crippled society
was a child in utter solitude
apprehension crept in his veins
abhorrence battered his sane

feeling Suffocated by the vanity
he looked outside for zephyr
But all he could see was carcasses
carcasses of Morality and justness

futile was his wait incessant,
The sun of hope was eclipsed forever
and an eternal darkness consumed him
But,then came a Prophet shrouded,
he Whispered to his dormant soul,
"Long you have waited in tranquility
Now its time for you to rise.
Oh behemoth!.."
And forged in him a Sangraal of rage..

Now unveiled is the behemoth in him,
The ones who once bemired him
He vows to walk on their skulls,
He is the messiah of the damned
He will summon his four horsemen,
And end an epoch of the "Noble" few...
He is no one but the deviant me...