steel no kill beast!

Speak to me O querida…
Bungled amid the wreck of souls,
Are clock-spun lies, and webs of woes…
Spent are days of ruthless joys,
Strands of memoirs, now mere toys,
A ghoul of roses, unfound bliss
Tarnished forewords, foreign blithe,
Plague the wells of ageless abyss,
As those sparrows too bid byes,
Steely ages, shiny sledges,
And every single anticipation,
Just within sweeps of ages,
Are now foreboding sins and rages,
Pitiless, callous envoys of doom...
The end of course was never opaque,
O what sheen does all so lack!
As you saw through my every move,
And all those times I let you drop,
You fell on the floor, and made such noise,
It shook my being, broke all poise…
Alone I trudge the altar red,
A rugged silhouette, as my feet bled,
Absorbing each ounce of ecstasy,
And also frissons of nagging doubt…
I count not the numbered plunges,
Uncomplaining stares through numbness,
Now swarming is my wish of you,
Amassing myself, pronouncing thou!

Singulairty smear

One fine day, the sun stopped by, asking for time.

As I waited to be freed from the golden grills of gloom,

pink rays jived to the tunes of his bayonet,

Enthralled, I peeped at the moon, and it rose too,

As the dark folly,

Cloaked all kings and lowly.

Chelonian ages passed by,

I waited my ground,

Wasted I strode, on the paths of holy.

Dripping slowly, from the caps of snow

On my once bouldered shoulders,

Flow past the roughest territory

Did your charm, unwasted….

As you took flight each day,

To deeper felonies the salt did sink,

And as you trod the zealous peaks,

Sinking my teeth in meandering paths,

I fled away to evil heights,

Elevated than you, wearer than me,

I drained myself in the ocean of lost identity,

And the brunt bore only your magnanimity…

In a very unusual way..

In a very unusual way, I need you to cross my way,
In a very unusual way, I act this evening in a play..
Not every moment does one say,
Rampage the rules, plunder the bays,
I burn the book of rules of love
As the ashes soar high up in the air
Piercing the blue stare of the heavens themselves,
I am scared they shall weep,
lest they heave their tender bosoms,
sighing at my harbourage..
at the cost of my identity!
Maybe it lasted a day,
or maybe it lasted the play,
But in a very unusual way, I fell in love with you today.

Solitude Silos

Cradle me in your arms, O solitude..

Hush me like a baby naught,

Sweep me away before I lose my prude,

I grate my vision through lashes that rot,

from ceaseless drizzle of the rain of salt...

Unhurriedly though with regular stead,

I lavish the essence of self,

My soul departs from the realms of tangibility,

like a Dementor's endearment,

grasps me in its copious girths...

As the bonny red ribbons ebb sultrily,

and as the gloomy grey fade into oblivion,

I beckon every blossomed bud,

and conceit in my vanishing palette of colors,

a bountiful of tenderness galores...

Wreckage of sanity is all I fear,

and a little singularity smear,

Oh why does this hug feel so special?

Maybe 'cos I am leaving you for real,

Alas..my celebration of name!!

And my faith shall not be converted into some filiopietistic rubbish just for the sake of unworthy world...

Whisper in my ears O death...

Whisper in my ears o Death !
The lullaby that will put me to sleep .
Why do you walk with stealth ?
When you are the one who''l help me to take that leap .
Whe you are the one tol take me away from  this darkness ,
From  this madness ,
That has me tied up as in a straitjacket ;
Even as the pain comes to me in packets .
Each new one bigger and stronger than the one before
That washed to my consciouness' shore .


Whisper in my ears o Death !
The lullaby that wil put me to sleep .
Won't you help me get rid of my breath ?
Each one of which is accompanied by a tear that I weep ,
A tear for every mistake that I made .
For now I desire to bid goodbye ,
To everything that once was dear to me .


Whisper in my ears o Death !
The lullaby that will put me to sleep .
A deadly blow to me He already has dealt ,
Let that cut through me deep .
The pain of it I tried to numb ,
But  no more I want to live like a broken stump ,
No more for mercy I can pray ,
So in your arms Death , carry me away .

Now You Are Just Somebody I Used To Know!!

Now and then you come across a song that JUST SHITTING DESCRIBES how you feel..just came across this particular song by Wouter De Baker, an Australian Belgian singer, (crush alert!!!!) just exchange the guy's lines and that of the gal's!!!

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
And you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know