Descent

The veil of mist covers the centuries
A forgotten past, from another era;
Concealed, safe, in a labyrinth.
Even the devil was human once
Before his fall was caused.

One's demons are one's own
A scarred background, unknown;
An album, smeared with blood;
A fairytale, where the sun never rises
Over the gory nightmare.

No hope, no redemption
Only vengeance and hatred
Even the heart throbbed with compassion
Before hatred conquered it
And man became animal.

Frustration

The lame taste of water in your mouth
When you just thought
You were going to taste blood;
The feel of cold water, into your face-
Just when you thought you were flying
And wake up to realise you are sinking
In your own dark, hollow, watery grave;
You clutch at the moon
And open your palms
Only to find a fistful of sand;
You set yourself ablaze,
And instead of the perfume of sweet success
All you smell is you own overburnt flesh;
Your indomitable castle
Of pride, of honour, strength and confidence
Crumbling into nothingness;
When, in the race to vindicate yourself
You only manage to bruise yourself;
When, in the battle of nerves,
All you manage to do is to snap your's,
Is all lost?

NO!
The phoenix never burns himself out
But rises from the ashes, glorious as ever;
What is an eagle, that doesn't soar high
After suffering initial setbacks?

The sun has only eclipsed
It will come out from the dark again
Blazing in its own Glory.

The Invincible

The horizon darkens
As I look at it;
A storm wages.
The ocean before me is rough,
But I am not afraid.

The sun's set, as always
And the sky is overcast.
It would rain soon.
But I don't feel cold, for
The rain can only rekindle the fire in me.

I have waited for Aeons
For the sun to rise
Prayed, that the night would end
Oblivious, that each blow I took
Made me only stronger.

The night is my ally
And my weaknesses, my strength
And as I tread unknown paths
I know I'd never fall.

Violated

When the bliss of the heaven
Gave way to the stark reality
Went up in flames; Became inferno;
The rose, in the unbearable pain
from the flames that engulfed it
Screamed out in agony
To be heard by no one
The fire, unaware
that the rose was red
from the blood of a heart
Ate it up.

Awakening

Silence
In the great hall
Except for his breathing
Not a wind, to disturb him
Not a soul, to call out to him,
To wake him, from his deep slumber
Lasting through aeons
While the world went about
Its routine business
Forgetting about their long awaited messiah;
But now their body stirs
And the blood-red eyes open
As the hand slowly moves
Towards the sheathed sword.

The Book of Life

Words from the heart: spoken, unspoken;

Feelings, that can't be put down in words;

Memories, faded, blurred;

Which I still try to cling on to;

I am no hero.

And my stories don't always end

in glory for me.

But still I turn the pages of life

Trying to finish

My unfinished chapters.

Dedicated to someone, somewhere.....

Late in the night, as I lie on my bed
Restless, tossing and turning
As the fire in my heart keeps me awake
I sleep not, and yet dream of you
My friend. My love. My desire.
As the bottled up passion roars like a lion
Threatening to tear me apart
To throw me off the fringes of sanity:
I dream to hold you. Kiss you. Love you.
My bed seems inadequate, unable to offer me any calm.


You lie in another corner of the world.
A world so similar, and yet so different, from mine.
As if a reflection of you and me.
You. So pure, angelic, serenity and innocence personified-
A white rose. I dare not touch it
For fear of corrupting it.
So sleep, my sweetheart, and dream in your lovely sleep
Blissfully ignorant, of the feelings I have for you
As I lie awake here, and wonder
Do you ever see me in your dreams?