Poem 32

A mirage of love in the desert
Reveries of comradeship
Boys pretending to be men
Some birds should not be caged.
In
Voyages against stormy, uncharted seas
And dreams you can wake up from
I am terribly alone.

Rant

There's a fire inside me

Threatening to consume me
There's an anger inside me
Coursing through my veins
Deceits of the civilized world
Sermons of false prophets
Amidst nightmares we are conditioned to withstand
And the unending subservience of the sheeple
Perfectly logical, this systematic tragedy
Yet infuriating
Guilty, we all are
By merely lacking a spine
I want to scream so that the whole world can hear
I want holy Fire to burn away this facade.

For you

Sometimes I feel you are the only chain

Holding me back to sanity

The dreams of tomorrow at the end of the world

The warrior’s strongest weapon: not his sword but his heart

A ray of warmth in the coldest, darkest winter

But the most important things in the world are also the most overlooked

And so I walk, a blind man

The light of life illuminating my way.

The Violator

I saw you that night

Your naked body, glistening

Like a Greek goddess carved out of stone

Tempting me to cross all restraints

But I saw you that night

And your radiant smile

That must have stolen many a boy's heart

Frozen onto your cold, cold lips

And I saw you that night

Beautiful, as always

Inside, as much as outside

On the autopsy table.

There is nothing inside me
But howling emptiness:
Bone, Sinews, Flesh, Nerve, Skin
Makes not Life
But an empty shell
That was once Man
A clock without a clockmaker-
Broken.

Vestige

I have practiced looking into my own eyes
Inside the mirror
And lie to myself, without skipping a beat.

I have trained myself to auction love
At the price of lust
And to use people until I am done with them.

Yet there are times when my conditioning fails
And I am unable to stem
The rising tide of forgotten emotions- feelings, of unrequited love.

The Road not Taken

I always dream of
Telling you those unsaid words
Half a decade back in time:

A boy, too arrogant, too sure of himself
Unable to recognize the pearl he can pick;
A girl, too chaste, too shy for her own good
Unable to break out of self-imposed shackles.
Their paths crossed repeatedly
Yet never in the way it was meant to be
Till the tide of time drifted them apart
And the unvoiced words became a mockery unto themselves.

I try to forget her, yet in nights like this
I find myself imagining a fairytale that could have been,
Of an unreal past that never was.