Monday, June 30, 2008


Liquid garlic stings my eyes,
But I have forgotten to cry,
I have forgotten to sigh,
Everything I believe is not really mine
To claim myself messiah.
It is a desire to stay on oblivious
To the stark division in my impervious
Faith;it stands like a void ambition,
Cannot go on without the answer.
At the end of the day, it’s all in the head,
The beads of sweat, gathering at the frame of my forehead,

At night in the sapid darkness,
Are all yearning for an answer.

For,I swore my sins are my own

To remember alone...Yet?

As the hackneyed,holy chant goes on,
Eyes pressed shut in covert prayer,
The holy water clinging limply from some brows,
I gaze on into the clay eyes austere,
Forgive me, I have no prayer,
None I believe you can fulfill.
I demand no wishes granted,
I only wish for my questions answered.

They offered wishes this time to each other,
Stooped and touched a few wizened feet,
I hover like a shadow, discrete from the others,
Convincing myself the Dhup smells sweet.
Its milky tails of wisp, the earthy ashes stay scattered,
Amidst the stench of the sacrificial blood,
With the amorphous prayers of my mind’s blood clot.

This time, I shall walk the path of red bricks,
This time,I shall stalk the echoes of receding heartbeats,
This time, I shall seek my roots again…

I wish to know…
I wish to know the reason in the reason
In the faith of my Faith.
Where it started or why it ever ends?
My immortal bed,is dying and maimed,
The world’s caving in, I have to let it show.
I either believe, or I do not…
Where do I begin?
Answer me now…
That is my prayer, my wish, my ambition.
Answer me now…
Now…or never…

If not now...
Never call me back again,

Never sting my name,never call me again...


POOJA said...

so powerful...its kindareminds me of god...dunno why

LyssAbyss said...

theos means god in greek.maybe you knew it beforehand...either that...or no matter how much you deny it,you actually understand my poems!