The Unforgivable Deception

 I have been long,
Standing strong,
Watching you appear,
And fast disappear.
Didn't you call me your playmate?
How could you be so innocent?
So perfect...always trying to catch the ice melt,
And now look what you have done.
You dissolved your own path....

Deliver me.
Deliver me from this plaque of right and wrong,
Don't want to stay so wronged.

Now you have me weakening,
Upon my own deceptive reflections.
Solitude spins a web of conscience,
Taking my trust from own self

While faces take your shape,
Asking me to love them back.
Kill this vision that haunts me so!

Locked doors try to captivate
Me with this sense of your presence.
And the night has me threatening me
Of exposure around sleep-talkings

While I struggle
To disentangle my shadows from yours.
Kill this vision that haunts me so!
Kill it!

Don't know what I want to say,
Whether I want them to know I repent,
Or whether I truly do at all,
Or if it is merely my selfishness
So I can finally find
Peace with my oldselves.

I have been long
Standing strong,
Watching you writhe in pain.
I have caught the ice melt,
Into my palms as I have let,
You slowly drain. 

Trilogy of Light--Part I-- THE GUARDIANS

The roads,
In the land of Hope,
Is run all alone,
By the Guardians of light.

And the flight,
Of the stars into the night,
As they start to collide,
With the shields of vengeance.

They confess,
They do confess,
But nothing ever happens.

This is the land tortured by,
The Guardians of Light.

Divine,
Is the cause of our time,
For the sake of mankind,
To call old man a disgrace.

And the face,
Of her face black with dismay,
Her mother cries in vain,
Oh, what a feeble shame!

But they pray,
They do and did pray,
But nothing paid.

Let the fire break out,
Let all be erased out,
Let the mutiny of the last
Be the story of the flags.

This is the land of hope,
And everyone sleeps alone.
The land tortured by,
The Guardians of Light.

Rapunzel,Rapunzel,Where do you hide?

As Night is simmered in radiating heat,
You can see a glimmer,of a radiant spirit,
Where the bed wasn't made,on the other side,
You wish to be there,you try to deny,
You fall to your pillows,the confession stand,
With truth they betray you,deny you can't.

Fastened to despondence,
Responding to only lunatics,
Suppressed by the fear of this dusk,
I am sure its the work of hypnotics.

Something is taking me piece by piece,
Undoing the closures,smoothening every crease.

Come away from the valley of composure,
Terminate my pride for my closures,
I'm grieving under the stars of fortnight,
Wishing to come undone.
I've left my home,and all my statues.
You and me,all undone.  


As the fervent dreamer,sanctifies his greed,
This pride flickered,furious but timid.
But where I wished to melt through the floor,
I'm melting out of my footholds,
I'm a sinner to deny the love that flowed,
Trying to touch me,but touched mere cold.
  
As I let go,of the hunger that never showed,
I feel cratfted by a devious religion,
I have to let go,or I may never know,
How twisted I might have been.

Something is taking me piece by piece
Undoing all closures,reason eclipsed.


Come for me where I lie static,
Warm,and undone.
Seek me where I breathe steady,
Serene,and undone.

Nipped,frozen,red PLUMS OF A BUNCH

The sun looks green through the screen
Of the classroom we’re all locked in.
Locked in, blocked out from outer space,
We lust, we thirst, and we’re human beings.

Faraway the sky looks grey.
The cataract in the solar eye,
Fails to see that we won’t learn,
From the books given to us by the Wise.
Little darling,where do you run away,
Believe in us,you are not alone.
You will be mated,like everyone else,
Or if not,you’re not alone.

(Nipped, frozen, red little plums,
Hanging in a branch,
Whispering to each other.
Sweet, acrid left clustered together.
Left to learn what the soil only knows,
Left beyond salvation thus forever.)

Like fleshy worms, on blackboard swarm,
Words that we read in unison.
In unison, we breach the rules of the hall
Of shame, we reach for the same Throne.

Somewhere God doesn’t await,
Our dwindling one by one,
I still cry for him, she cries for me,
This is the imperfect cycle of Human.
Little darling, where do you run away,
Believe in us, you are not alone.
The only one so, in this damned world
Is the one sitting above us all.

New little plum in this old branch,
Do not run away frightened.
We may be nipped,but we are together,
None shall try to sever our cluster.
We will suffer,but never as much,
As the lonely one who sits above us.

Looking ahead...

When the Present looked at me today,
With languid,soft brown eyes,
That wuthers away the tides of the Past,
I resented it.
I hated it for holding me like that,
Touching me,
Feeling me... like that.
I resent it.

The hand that touches so many others,
Should it caress me akin,
I feel impure,locked in an unholy embrace,
Struggling to break free...
I resent it.

The brown trees that stood before me,
Have been there for ages,
They are kind,to me in the rain,
They are kind to me today.
But I know,what I know
And I resent it.
The solace from thunders,the shed
Have overlooked many other heads,
But I know that their humility is but a facade.
They know they are taller than those heads.
I know they know..
So I resent it.


But the autumn leaves
Sprawled on the ground,
Will soon not be there.
Some will shiver,and rise tremblingly,
And take flight on air,
While some would succumb to the frostbite,
And parch in liplock with the earth.
I am happy,
That there life before my very eyes,
Is numbered.

So in this Present,I look to you,
My friend from the future.
No one writes to you,but me,
Upon this early winter.
No one knows,you exist,
My friend from faraway,
There is still reason for me,
To try to break away...
There is still reason for me,
To keep looking ahead.

Adolescent boy

Upon a shimmering summer day,
Upon a windswept May highway,
Dirt-tracks and vacancy signs,here and there
There and here...
I sip on the last drop of water,
I take on the cracked vision of earth,
There and here,here and there,
I'm simply begone.
Nowhere near,nor too far,
It's the vertical horizon.

Adolescent boy broods and looks,
Take me away,he says,take me away.

Croaky laughter in the middle of the day,
Trying to not try to forget,
High on the last breathe,here and there,
There and here...
And then the reason suddenly slips,
Who was expected to be lingers only,
There and here,here and there,
Hope is rejoiced.
Nowhere near,nor too far,
Its the vertical horizon.

Adolescent boy holds his breathe,
Take me away,boy,take me away.

Petals of darkness blossoms then,
Sun is flat,only red remains,
Ushering the graceful moon,here and there,
There and here...
Playful stars,pave the road,
My hope is refilled,
There and here,here and there,
I know why,
Nowhere near,nor too far,
Its the vertical horizon.

See the light of beauty's birth,
History never repeats.
I broke my wings,many a time...
But the wind never comes saying it will blow,
The angle never stays the same,
The dawn never approaches at the same second...
On the same vertical horizon.

Adolescent boy,wakes up at night,
Come to make pain bearable,
Adolescent boy,he knows how--
For hope,he has the nightvision,
Adolescent boy alone knows what
Its like to be in the horizon...

Diaries of Amnesia

Here when the treasures fall
From the sky upon earth
Ricocheting off the sand-dunes,
Here of the red desert of shifting sands,
Our rugged feet take the grains, diminishing, dissolving
Into the waters of the yellow river,
Where with the rain, they are drained
Drained, forever.

Our inception, our origin, serendipity to those,
Slithering on the floor, who were there before us.
When we were made was it said,we all had a name,
Different to our birth, maimed by our versatile secrets?
Or was history made, futures fortold,
And we were to follow the path,
Unheeding of what our hearts hold?

So here I dry,forgotten sometimes,forgetting at others,
Like a withering begonia bud.
When I forget,the desert forgets,
As who I was to be remembered.

The deafening screeches
Of the resonating silence,
Where sound words tantalize from afar
I can hear,that they are near,
Yet I forgot how to embark on a search.

A door in my head has closed on me,
I am running frantically.
Open, door ,open, I plea,
Open for all, if need be…
Open,door,open,I’m begging me
I denounce the use of keys.

There is the crunch, of a broken branch,
And I tend to follow the sound,
But there is a mist,hovers over the swamp,
I cannot be found.

The words separate,voices too,
Walls fall apart, void is all I see.
Lock me, let me in!
I want to know why I am me!
I want to know why I am me…