Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Insanity's Contradiction

(I tried to listen to an almost incomprehensible mentally challenged young girl. God Bless Her…)

Uphold the reverence
For the mortal words,

Who lose their battle

to the grave, everyday.

Embrace those feelings
Shying away in the darkness.

Acquainted only with the

Shadows on the wall.

Pity the pain

Entrapped in the tears.

Those tortured blue eyes

Lay virgin no more.

Disgusted by their sights

She falls in love with death

“Suicide demands conscience”

Insanity contradicts.

Suicide Note

Crucify me. Let me bleed to death.
This is not the life I craved for.
Let this burn leave an everlasting mark
On the frontiers of an unknown domain of life.
Doubt my own conscience.
Concise the feelings of my shadows
In the words-torment, hate, anger, pity.
Why should someone pity me?
When I cannot pity myself.
Hating hate with hate.
Tormenting hate with hate.
Agape all stand, ready to butcher me,
When I hate death with hate.
Cut my life into pieces.
Shatter my heart down to tears.
Slay my soul, slay it again.
I have seen myself, so I tell them the same.
Suicide is the remedy of pain.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008


Only a trail is left.
Imprints marked
On the broken grass.
I know why she.
Took this path.
She wants to steal
some moments from the time.
The wind asks her questions...
The dew is set sparkling
In the morning light.
I touch the drops
Lying on the green.
Fragile! they break
In my palm and scatter.
They are soft, innocent & warm.
They are her tears.
Her tears are set sparkling
In the morning light.
I wander deep,
into the woods.
Ballads of the birds
Is why the whole forest
Echoes with laughter.
A feet wide path
Is a mile long.
I walk with heavy feet
As I near the silent stream.
And there she sits
With her hands gently
Kissing the water.
She makes no effort
To wipe the tears
That run down her face.
She looks at me
And softly says.
"Why do you have to leave?"
Her eyes beg me to stay.
My heart begs me to stay
She keeps her head
On my shoulder and whispers
A whisper that only
Wind can hear

Monday, April 28, 2008

Epiphany: Amour Habito Intus Vos: poemflesh

Epiphany: Amour Habito Intus Vos: poemflesh

A Dedication...

( These lines are dediated to a very close friend who has made an impression on me. All I want to say is Thank You from the bottom of my heart)

Sonnet of the white.
Fragrance of the snow.
Music of your touch
is all I want to know.
Promise of the silence.
And I hear you speak.
When the moment comes,
more to eyes, you meet.

Short is the meaning
of human friends.
Tribute to beauty
where coffins end.
Even the burning passion
shuts the chill of death.
On dusty bones, what lovers waste
is his breath.