to his death-

morning of sleep
i hear them weep
peep through the veil,
     of curtains.
a child-hidden in pale,
mourned faces of demise-

but he,whose soul is taken
lies under the grey pallor-

whiten skinned,
         a prudent grin
brows near,
          his eyes shut.
minutes pass,
those stricken eyes
            look aghast.


carried from his tainted home-
fiend of Faust smirk away,
drags the corpse to his crusted cave.
the street of mourn,has gone to weep
inside the roof,he used to sleep.
 they thought,he lost what he beloved
the fiend rejoice,his rusted laugh.

none,they saw,his shadowed self
leave the corpse the fiend beheld.
scorn the faiths of his loved selves
 demise the bitter melancholy

made mockery of the living dead,
went to rest in heaven's bed.

all this and all,while i slept
they turned to stone,and dust again.
.

to her acme..

chiming moans in her sleep

her wraith of the pharaoh,and

his chatelaine,beauteous Amunet as fair Amenardis in

her pallid,arab made guile,much naked,

scented oil from her bosom,nipples protruded

against the Syrian linen

hands outstreched,under her maine,

yellowest dreams,in her naked egyptian moor

unfastened brooches,over her bare skin,
her Amulet chained,midst
her carcass of vile jewellery 
atop her breasts.

her luscious self 'bove heaven's gates,

fragments of her desire,lued to her dreams,

his majesty stroking those magnificent domes.

and summer's chalice,of heavenly syrup

drank,till indulgence of more recompence,

makes her chide within her again.

near she comes,to her acme.

the gashing waters of nile,lingering

for his smiling vessel.it comes,

splashing through the wakened waters..

and herself reaching through beyond her spread.

gasps of after-thought,revels she in her visions

it cease to leave,done its work..

she caress herself in her trance,

and within her moistened self

resorts back,to a drained night..

leaves her dreams for another while.

choices

        i have always believed the human race to be insanely naive.and how ironical indeed,that even after the enlightenment of our worthy souls we remain ignorant of what the world and the whole universe has to offer.maybe nothing real but the zeal of the imagination itself drives me high enough.i imagine the world to be a place for life.not a safe one at that i'm sure but a place none the less.turning around every corner of my vision i see nothing cept men,women,children and the rest flowing in every worldly cliches possible.and it makes me wonder.how irridescent is it of them to let go of things so simply and succumb under the titanic gory of serendipity.

"two roads diverged in a yellow wood and i,i took the one less travelled by"

                                                                                                    -Robert Frost


        the extent of my philosphy vary much to these lines by robert frost.we all travel different roads indeed and few are the times we are able to follow the path carved out by the myths of destiny.simplistic we are not and levelled thinking is way beyond our sense of maturity.we tend to take after those who follow,often retracing history itself.and imaginary shadows of burning creativity is lost within the the valleys of our mind.the world has been explored to every bit by travellers and explorers and philosophers throughout centuries and everytime they have failed to answer the trails of these mythical roads,leaving every conquest as an unconquered mystery.life indeed is an instrument of fiction and every page has a new beginning.but not only do these seperate roads divulge us under perplexity but it confronts every one of us infront of a great barrier to our future endeavours.choice.

"choices makes us who we are,and who we are,are the choices we make.."

                                                                                                                -Rev.Ken Sauer

         how simply some mere mundane paradoxes envisions our path ahead into subtle images.but whatever dreaded end we may face,choices are something we have to take and be solely responsible for.it creates and recreates labyrinths and makes parodies of our lives.we may be social in our operations but even then our reflxes are nothing but animalistic.every choice we make throughout our life defines every single cell of our identity.it turns us into whatever we wanted ourselves to turn into.and the meager fact that fate has no part to play in any of these events is torturing enough for us.we may end up in the same bucket of useless odour or lie buried under some ghastly cemetry,be we leave this world as prodigies of our own acts.we all have made choices,we face them everyday,sometimes knowingly obvious and sometimes not.it will be forgotten throughout the sense of time and pursue after some other souls to kill,but it will leave us with a scar of its ruthfulness and it will be forever ingrained in our hearts.life is an atrocious blasphemy,but we live it everyday,we create evil and destroy it thineselves.and even if we are left to rot under the darkened shadows of destiny we either prelude ourselves to a dark sunset or towards a blissful dusk.

ode on virtue

the old grey lady in white
cupped are her quivering hands
in borrowed robes she comes
her forsaken burns succumbed.
those amber filled eyes rotten
underneath,of empathy forgotten.
she looks to hear the drumming bell
she sleeps for an hour of peace
but those consumed rays just gaze at hell
just too noisy is the breeze.....




the vulgar dust of a rotten morn,
between the rusted voice of man
the partisan yammers its early horn
his choking sermon did began.
the betel leaves did tear away
beneath his turnished tongue
tenacious malign reign in grace
how naive indeed is virtuous man...




she lives no more than in her sleep
in nothing but the barking streets
ostricized by given grace
and wisdom owned my living men.
they drag their sons if he goes near
from her eroded self full of wear.
walks past 14th street,tells him be
while he himself sneaking past
empties his own cultured self,
on other man's painted walls... 




oh virtuous wisdom,thy righteous self
i beseech thee,for humanity's help
baptize us with judgement yours
so every vivacious self could cure
all of society's chronic disease
dispatch the tramps, laud thy avarice..