The trees i thought did cover
A hazy mystery behind it's leaves;
Draped in yellow, she stood there waiting,
For the blind child of destiny.

She searched the lands of poisoned deliverance,
But not a single one did speak
Of an ethereal fire that had eluded her,
That she, for centuries craved to seek.

She searched in the pain and toil of labour,
In the sound of the ocean's roar;
When she found nothing but a little voice inside her,
She shut hope's brittle doors.

The next morning she woke to a blinding light
And a voice that echoed low;
The doors swung open, they shrieked and howled,
And the wind began to blow.

"I am the face of the shadow of truth,
I'm the fruit of your persistence.
But I'm just an illusion, you can find my reflection
At a time none can comprehend."

She sat there pondering for a while, till she cried,
Still looking for pieces of her stolen elation;
But it was all in vain, not a speck remained;
It was all confiscated by her still coveted illusion.

Away with the sun; I have had enough
Of offering and pleading to this unwanted cup.
I will drink from a goblet of my own dark colour;
I’ll find it, I don’t need your help, dear endower.

Armed with lament from the words of the past,
Of words that concern or jealousy cast,
I search in hope for an angel to come,
But they are all just precious, immaculate none.

So I walk my way back to the enchanting cup.
But this time I’ll just watch, while some others come
And sip from the beautiful, unclaimed goblet,
As I smile, still thirsty, at the final call of death.

In the darkest of hours,
before everything was new,
all was cramped into nothing no one knew.
nothing in plenty, nothing in few,
all had nothing with nothing to do.

then the day had finally come
when time would start it's desperate run.
a journey in stillness ,with the present done,
and the footprints of the past, forever numb.

no day before this had ever seen
the beauty of the night through the oceans sheen.
no night before had ever seen the moon,
but all this and more just waited for soon,
their beauty would meet in familiarity their doom.

then people were born , a few thousands from two,
and they looked and prayed to the yellowing moon.
they searched in hope for a second sun,
but about this they were mannered, kept mum.

searching in vain till their insane minds crumbled,
they killed the ones who against it mumbled.
a price mankind would have to pay,
for the search that will end when death is at bay.

some things remain at their best untouched,
fed by thought and music’s lust,
meant to transcend all that can be said
about the unborn living and the living dead.

The blindest of kings, the fairest of all,

What have you planned as death towards us crawls?

Is there light that can see through the walls of time,

Before the unseen river upon us shines?

A day will come when the sun and rain,

Fight each other while we wallow in pain.

All that’s been touched,will silently perish,

And in the rest we may freely cherish.

A tale will be told that was never writ,

And the light of all will then be lit.

To create all and to posses none is a virtue divine

That’s owned by just one

Bestow upon me the sacred gift of blindness,
Let the voices around me fade to darkness.
But let me speak the very little I do,
To burn, with the little fire in my soul,
As I croon to be a part of you.

Let me perceive and find the answers to
The untamed questions with life to do.
Of love and lust, of truth and the unjust,
All this to come a little closer to you.

But what’s ahead of me is no secret to you,
Although you may change it ,you may well not do.
But if you listen to this maddening fool,
And give him what he’s asked you to,
I’d probably become him, and come straight to you.

I lie in the comfort of my invisible friend,

To whose limitless beauty there is no end.

I’ve slept through my life of hours so many,

I wish not to wake to the thought of somebody.

The coldness of winter has now possessed me.

As distance draws blood from these veins of time,

My mind wanders astray

To thoughts of life and then everything fine.

I will swim someday in the velvet ocean,

But for now I have them staring,

The hunter, the killer and the world around them,

As if to say I’ve stolen their motion.

Religion confines the divine concept of god

Will your wrath stop any time soon?
Else I will speak to the queen of the moon.
And if you touch my second sun,
I will try so hard to you not to come.

Will you show me what’s on the other side?
For I value the tears that I’ve cried.
Do people meet you time and again,
Or do they all have different names?

A day will come when I’ll see your dreaded face,
Which exists in neither time nor space.
I will come when you call me, my dearest friend,
But I sure do hope you’re not the end.

The sky tonight is blessed with unfading light,

Even as souls get darker.

In a velvet ocean lies the invisible strings of the puppet moon,

Pulled by its invisible master.

Let me close my eyes to this world unreal,
Of suffering smiles ,and laughing tears.
Where men go searching far and wide,
For what in their souls, they may find.
The only things that are left untouched,
are ourselves unseen and our blue lunar dreams.

I'm wishing me away from this place unkind,
To live among men like the kin of death, and the son of time.
Where the rainbows are coloured in shades of three,
Where the stars are green, and so is everything seen.
Don’t you struggle to picture a world so unconfined and free?

This is where my friend resides,
This is a place of passion and pride,
A secret castle of eternal truth,
Here one knows he belongs to his roots.
There is need for needles and horses none,
For all directions are equal and one.

We long for sadness , death and sorrow.

Only then can we seek a better tomorrow.

The past is dead, it does not exist,

Dreams and memories, nothing but myths.

They lie buried in a cemetery no one visits,

Except the victims of time, hacked to death by the future.

Time kills, dressed in robes of pain and illness,

For what’s willed must be, and so for eternity.

If the queen of time wears her crown,

Will she grow too old?

And when that day comes, will the whole world frown?

For all will turn to gold.

Time is a killer of massive proportion;

He cares not for reason, emotion.

He befriends death and deceives all,

Together, they sing our final call.

A dark cloud hovers over my head,
It won't cry unless I've pledged.
Till it weeps, I must bear the pain,
I wait for you, oh queen of the rain.

This thirst I have has grown for so long,
But to drink from the cup, I think it wrong.
I will wait for the rain and all it brings,
And only then will I merrily drink.

But someone has stolen the clouds from above me
And he wont give it back though I beg and plead!
But when I saw them so happy and merry with glee,
I started to wonder if I was glad or just free.

And there's one who has known, I know who is one,
As I wait in hope for the second sun,
That a soul without another dies,
Buried in mounds of helpless lies.

So reward me with the rain
For the years gone by and for those yet to come.
I'm yet to know true pain;
Reward me and all that's done.

fabric of life

she lay there beneath the rising sun,
draped in tranquil sanctity.
not a speck on her fair,fabric face,
she was a part of heaven's purity.

her childhood friend the wind would say,
"blessed be the owner of this pretty face!"
but time sowed envy and conspired with all
to steal from her, this gifted grace.

the wind still whistled, but now it shrieked down her ears,
and the sun and the stars did dance to her pain.
all she wished for, was to be soaked in the rain;
instead,she was moistened by tears.

for long, she stood confused,in denial.
the cruel, dark clouds often did fool her;
they roared and laughed at her desperate ordeal
of waiting in hope for the cleansing rain water.

she still lies there, drenched in flesh and blood,
she is my life, she still boils in the sun.
i call upon you, dear lady of the rain
to soak her in fairness, to redeem her grace.