The 90 minutes

The lingering smell of stale blue light,

Men of glory, awaiting their sweet wine tonight

Another one,yet again, shall be born,

As i stare through the silence of the dawn!

The Green Glow

Each brick of my soul seals a desire

My eyes yearn for that green glow

The wait seems endless and haunting

As I know which way, the wind will blow

Its easy sometimes to stand against the tide

Feeling the world against your face

As the deep-seeded reason for existence

Justifies all that the heart wants to chase

I let you in to the rise and fall of my symphony

Leasing love to define each note and its glory

My truth and lies become yours to see

Exposing every page of the unwritten story

Questioning every bit of my existent insanity

You could be a delusion my mind wants to seek

Dangerously guiding its way to an unfamiliar road

Still steering away my fear of falling weak

Will wait for that time when I can possess you

Give up a thousand lives to feel the that way

The perils of love can disappear into an infernal pit

There has to be justice which will see its day

Beyond the Horizon

My quest is to control and conquer

My quest is to go beyond the dreams of man

To over power the mind and seek incomparability

To go beyond truth and ahead of time

I crave to seek more than life

I crave for immortality

Subdue species in my power

Subdue God to be the God

Restrain time to unknot the past

Restrain mind to prophesy the future

Attain divinity greater than God

Attain devoutness larger than Satan

Fly like the eagle beyond the atmosphere

Fly to possess the horizon and beyond.

Looking Through

The luring eyes pierced through me

And stared at me sullenly knowing it all

The night sky screamed through its loneliness

The obscurity skulked inside my head

Just like the darkness above me

Remorse and guilt filled my soul

As it still gawked at me

The bloody knife still in my hand

The heaven close to my heart

But suddenly disappearing in me

Bleeding through my eyes, I wanted more

Just like grain for the famished

To save a life, a life had to end

And it still stared at me morosely

Guilt building in every moment

The shadow slithered over me

My hands shivered when I stabbed him through

And he still glared at me through his dead eyes

But he had to die, that was the rule

I gave conclusion to his life

He was the enemy

And his inert eyes still stared at me

My legs went weak again

It quivered in the pool of the red

The moonlight disappearing into the light of dawn

So it seemed to me

It was my conscience blurring my sanity

And yet again he locked his eyes on me

Discernment vanished from my mind

Filling me with numbness of the morning light

The right and the wrong seemed frail

The river of the blood sinuously undulating

Clinching my heart and my soul

And His eyes looked through me

Death now seemed natural

As if the purpose to live is to die

The vagueness of life holding its worth for me

Because the fight was for the flag

As told by the world

And his merciful eyes still mocked me

I had started the slaughter humanity, not men

The glory turning to guilt and remorse

I looked around the battlefield for victory

To find men, laying listless, for honour

Of the the same soil which I was a part of

All of them now looking through, humiliating me

I fought the battle of being born

I fought the battle of my childhood

I fought the battle of youth

I fought the battle of my soil

Now fighting the battle of my death

I still stared at the pool of my blood at me.

The Fall of the Beast

The final helm of his vindictive life,

Happy and facile to leave the strife

Of the ruthless and sinful earth,

Release from the clutches of the land of the beast’s birth.

BEAST – you, me and everybody,

Digging for skin and flesh – so bloody!

Suppurating bodies of the poor – “them” - the filthy,

Are robbed by the beasts, knavishly

Who die a death – so humane

And “them” - the filthy, lose it, lame,

Poignant, dismayed, deceited, annihilated.

Conniving the untimely respite of the detested;

“They” – in disguise, in the name of God, in the name of sanctity.

Therefore, he no longer wishes to reside in this melancholy.

Ready to go, to a world of ‘love and brotherhood’ – “Heaven” –as said.

The spirit finally rising from the dead.

But suddenly, the fire sets ablaze, when the vile

Of the night was about to end, a pile

Of a strange unknown remorse began to flow.

What? He was one of them – “the beasts”? I now know.

He looked back, to his strayed corpse, which now disappeared to the vanity

Of his sinful life. The wretched. Called himself the true son of “humanity”.

Now trying to free himself from the clutches of the dreadful hell.

But he will drown, bleed, and burn in the spell

Of the “Mighty One” – who knows all.

“Give another chance “ – the beasts heard him call;

The callous and indignant him – him in disguise

Him, the priest of humanity? All lies.

His soul shall not be freed but will be left to burn

Till an example is set for all the beasts, and only then shall he return.

My eyes open on the same land.

But I don’t see what he saw and

I did not feel what he felt

My earth, peaceful, unexploited, which smelt

Of wet mud and, “Men”, not beasts. Ultimately,

Did I open my eyes to see, a dream, or reality?