Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay I wondered often how it must be, when our time is up and we have to leaveIs it the end when we cease to breathe?What is it like beyond what we see? Does death mean we are set free? What do our stories mean?All the joy, the pain and everything … Continue reading The eyes of the night
We are in our physical entiretyBeings of stubborn constitutionHolding so dearly in our palmsAlms of egoistic waywardness Our eyes cloaked by the deceit of generationsCould it be, that those who know better walk amongst us?Living in ridicule, shunned into silenceBy our inability to set aside our burdenous lies Have we been made so accustomed to … Continue reading Will we ever know?
There might come a day,When the skies bleed grayWhen the sun is too tired to shine.. The birds won’t sing,The wind goes still, It'll be the last ever spring.. In that dank moment,What will you do?Will you stay or turn away?Will you share your inner light? Or in those despairing days,Devoid of the sun’s warm … Continue reading Will you?
Long lost lanesLined with remainsOf all that could have been Carcasses of dreamsRotting in putrid streamsVeiled by porcelain smiles Fragile, so fragileHave we been madeEaten from withinBy maggots of hate Maybe, just maybeIf we tried to wake upWe would see what could have been Maybe, just maybeFree from this loathing,We'll weave what should have been. … Continue reading What could have been..
Tell me more about the world, That you hold within your eyes.. An entire cosmos, of pulsating brilliance. Tell me about your vast darkness, And the stars that radiate it.. Tell me about how they collapse.. And the strengths that conceive them.. I see them waltz in your eyes.. So much mystery in their expanse.. … Continue reading Tell me more.
Such a flawed concept is loneliness. How can one be alone, when the existence of reality itself is a duality? Dark and light, night and day, always hand in hand. If you are alone, then to whom does that voice belong? The one that speaks to you from within.. The voice of reason, the voice … Continue reading Two of you.
In this labyrinth of dreams,But a moment stands between now and hereafter.Every breath, a vortexWhat reality is real? In the blackness of these cavernsCan I choose where the light comes in? Am I a mere marionette,Or am I the divinity that commands? Is this one big world,Or an anthology of moments,Within each, a lifetime. Maybe … Continue reading Parallel Infinitum.
Such pride we hold in our mortal heart,Can’t tell ourselves and the devil apartSo blinded are we to all that is good,That what life is, we never understood. Crystal waters browning to death,The air rotting with our every breath,What a mockery of life have we made,What a beautiful world we have betrayed. In the kingdom … Continue reading The Jesters.