Humour the wild...

The night has just begun,
In the humour of the wild,
For the absence of a tilde,
The night has just begun.

It was just another sleepless night,
A time for the tune that drowns the wind,
The eyes wide still dazed in sleep,
It was just another sleepless night.

I was staring at the message,
The message of nil,
Still a message for me,
I was staring at the empty light.

Restless motions!
Too serene to be serene,
The words were floating like I read,
Restless Thoughts.

Staring out of the window,
The silence played around the darkness,
Darkness making it more prominent,
Staring at the far away glow.

The stillness gave a tingle,
The portrait, it was a magnum opus,
The perfection of the light,
The stillness gave the last touch.

Irritation skulked inside me,
Move, Oh Move,
Move them all for me,
Irritation sticks in the tranquillity of them.

A hearing it was from far away,
Down it came like a prayer to me,
Pour for me, Pour for me,
A hearing I heard from far away.

It Thundered!!
The trees moved slicing the hush,
The dogs howled the unbearable work,
It did thunder thrice!

Such a relief,
Enjoyed the effort, Enjoyed the uncomfort,
Haha, Their goes the dogs for the shelter,
Such a peace to see them alive.

It was the expected,
Too night for the wilderness,
Too soft for the cry,
Just as expected.

Now I stared with a foolish smile,
An act without reason,
But stayed on for all the stares,
Matching the tune of the rain, I smiled.

The Voices

A crucifix is what she wanted,
The only thing that soothed her,
Ofcourse other than the angel herself,
With her heavenly susurration.

She did so as always,
The stack won’t leave her anyway.
It never will listen to her,
For she had tried it before.

Now comes the peasant,
Having a cross from the world,
That indebted acceptance,
Straight in front of her dress.

It’s time for the final act,
The blaze is ready to set out,
It’s the only bright thing she saw tonight.
‘I cant see your brightness?’

Fire! Fire!!
Fire all over,
He body accepts the warmth,
For it still was searching her soul.

All those fights,
Despises,
Were not for her thoughts,
But for the voice.

Bring along the warrior’s coat,
For it fits her, alas.
Had she had a prettier one,
She wouldn’t have lived the saint.

‘May your sorrow end right here,
You have accomplished what you seeked’
Has she?
Then why the pain.

‘It’s the only way to finish the consecrated act,
A way to heighten the victory’s sweet pleasure.
The rood will put you in peace,
Just close your eyes and hold me.’

Charred the scent!!
High she felt,
For the angel hold the hands,
And took the Joan Of Arc away.

Blank Thoughts

It was the shining,

The very beam of the dark world,

Just too vibrant for him to see the lining,

The illusion as his needs curled.

He did feel it coming,

But he cared none,

For that was his shining,

The very own originality won.

Perpetual wisdom diverted,

Inconsistent paranoia of the mind,

Hardly concerning the fact,

For its the wanted, not needed.

Shadows fall on lamp,

Whisker away is the ramp,

They jumble together as a shade,

Whispering the divulged grade.

Enervated will,

Crossing the valley still,

Tear the role of indifference,

For they are the least for consistence.

Rows the boat of confidence in the rake,

Peace with the sound they make,

Bounce back to the premise,

For its his own demise!!

Numb Love!!

The reverberation of denunciation was the loudest,
He now no longer feared them,
For he knows she can’t do so again,
Never ever again.

The pain is still fresh,
So is the wound.
She knew none about his mastering,
Unaware was the fate.

He dug her door with anxiety,
Dug and dug till it broke.
Now that she was on view,
He had it for sure, Ha-ha!

He gave a muted laughter,
The one which only he could sense,
Now that he held her by hand,
Dragged her all out.

Hush he said to her,
For he didn’t want to be caught,
She obeyed for the first time,
Emotionless with the world.

She was exposed to the evil,
That she knew none of,
She never thought so,
For blame the sins.

He tore her out of her cloth,
Little resistance she could afford,
He took the command,
After so many longing days.

He grabbed her insecureness,
He took herself his,
Today he will lose his purity,
For the power was all his.

He entered her stiff,
For the pain it threw,
But it was his first contact,
Contact with the rage.

The victory he felt,
Was for the act of playing the denied.
He laughed, then he cried
He cheered, then he dried.

The act was not long,
His soberness still on its way,
For he was done with the feel,
All up and high today.

Now he carried her back to her place,
Throwing her in with his might,
Putting the shovel to work,
And thus let the grave relive the unknown.

*Themed On Necrophilism*

The lil gurl on ma way...

One little cherry in her hand,
Cherishing every single bite she can,
Funny petite seed she got,
For forgotten is the Life’s tart!

One tall lamp,
Changing colour all the time,
The third companion she got,
For forgotten is the life’s sign!

One straight path,
Full of big toys,
Never a chance to play,
For forgotten is the life’s race!

One big man,
With the coat and tie,
Stretched note was what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s cost!

One small sun,
Naked warmth,
For a child’s chum she got,
For forgotten is the life’s leisure!

One last stanza,
Dedicated to that lil girl on my way,
A glimpse to feel what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s compassion!

The Dew In The Eye

It was just another lonely night,
She had an urge to take everything back!
But she can’t, not now!
If only she knew the dew in the eye of his!

Soon the flight took off the land,
All set for the unloved land!
He hates it, but
If only he knew the dew in the eye of her!

Turn around,
Give it an another glance,
Things never altered!
For you won’t always see the dew!

The hours of darkness is longer than 24,
Thinking about you.
Nightmare never came.
For nothing changed especially the dews!!

Pining down the words,
So hard till it hurts,
U got it all, but none.
Felt the iciness of the dew in the eye of U.

Now reaching the land,
I feel the thirst.
Again the outlandish love.
For I felt the dew in the eye of Us!!!

Phantom's Bell

Begone are the ulterior future,
Bygone the lucid past,
Worn the existence,
Life and pain.

Times up,
Here I am,
Free from the grip,
Life just goes on for the free soul.

Wasn’t long back when,
My shell was trashed and ruptured,
I don’t know by whom,
I don’t even care now,
The life here is better than the soiled.

I know human pretend not to see me,
Pretend not to hear me,
That’s alright,
I learnt now that they pretend their whole life.

I didn’t get my ticket as promised,
Nor the map to the third world,
Just left out here,
In a different society!

It’s like am off the dream,
And just woke to the real land,
The land of realism,
Soothed by the wraith!!

I faired pretty well,
They said,
Now that I have mastered the course,
I am a free psyche now!!

Living pretty easy, now attained earth’s afterlife,
No err done for the second!
Evil’s Solitude!!
Life’s Melody!!

Here I am back to wish other luck,
And a little homage to earth for her sacrifices,
Now I hear the phantom’s bell!!
Time to dream again..!!