Remembrance

Thin wrinkled fingers
running through sepia pages
hymns assiduously rendered
devotion untouched through ages

Sitting by the yellow light
I used to listen with patience
stories from a distant time
tales narrated with subtle pretence

Stories that took me
somewhere I could never go
reached out to me in misery
as hard times would quietly flow

Sitting below the moon
on a moonless night
her soothing voice took over
all my miserable plight

A mirror to the glorious past
hiding present aberrations
A face cracked up by lines
formed by years of lamentations

Now she rests inanimate
atop her wooden closet
often crossing my dreams
leaving behind an incurable fret

Idle

Very rarely do I get some idle time...but the past week was an exception with copious amount of time at my disposal. Night shifts were on and it was like virtually no work after 10:00 PM. Had some plans but nothing happened. As usual it was only me and Floyd, Opeth, PT etc etc. These days I'm hooked on to Agalloch, which is a doom/progressive/folk/black/whatever metal band. Long songs with tonnes of dynamic shifts, accoustic passages, clean as well as growly vocals and philosophical lyrics.
Thought of going back to poetry in spare time. Had tonnes of ideas but couldn't come up with anything. Saw a kickass quote while browsing through some forum:
"A new broom can sweep but an old broom knows where the dirt is".

I am tomorrow

Reeking of destruction
with a vile gumption
Ugly with a rotten marrow
I am tomorrow

Morality will be pulverized
Justice paralyzed
None evade my deathly harrow
I am tomorrow

Lust supreme
Perversions extreme
Carrier of worldly sorrow
I am tomorrow

Malice will I inculcate
Lullaby to the breed of hate
sung by the evil sparrow
I am tomorrow

Not an illusion
just a reflection
From thou only I borrow
I am tomorrow

Lamentations

A velvet glove in hand
hides my burnt fingers
The pretensions all fade away
and the truth alone lingers

Leftover pieces of my past
lull me to a sound sleep
Besides this useless treasure
I sit and regretfully weep

I find solace in darkness
I cling myself to sadness
the place I call my home
is like a haunted wilderness

Locked away in a worn out shelf
are the shards of my memories
of love, hatred and jealousy
mad stupors and blissful reveries

Ambition conceived by a twisted mind,
sick perversions led me astray
with a trail of destruction left behind
I still remember that cursed day

My twisted ambition
was fueled by my own desire
the heavens burnt ominously
while I sunk deeper into the mire

Since then I've lived a fake life
regretting every second
I reached out for an embrace
when nobody beckoned

I await the morrow
thinking of yesterday
no matter what befalls
my pain is here to stay

Dejection

The moon rides higher
and hides behind a cloud
the waves strike the shore
with a sound so loud

I sit on a cliff
thinking of my past
dejected with my life
how long will it last?

Suddenly a tide comes in
drenches me to the bone
leaves me behind shivering
I've no one to call my own

I beg the heavens above
to rid me from this misery
I want to end this life now
shed this cursed livery

I stand up and look down
the violent sea, so inviting
the roaring turbulence
and the dark waters, so tempting

Howling winds push me back
but nothing deters my ardour
a plunge to end it all
to burn out, to surrender

I make my final dive
spiralling down below
the oceans eager to engulf me
into their everlasting flow

Erosion

Strolling aimlessly down the street
I heard bells tolling in a distance
Plumes of holy smoke rising
obstructed my sight for an instance

A crowd of people, young and old
cramming up the narrow road
A group of men in saffron robes
chanting hymns in praise of God

With great regards they spoke of a man
of superior knowledge and power
sent to this earth by the God supreme
to fulfill the needs of the hour

At the center of the giant crowd
I saw the Saviour seated on a throne
People punching and pushing each other
talking of him in a revering tone

The Messiah was nonchalant
as if ignorant of this procession
He was sitting, eyes closed
engrossed in some heavenly discussion

His loyal disciples were on the move
collecting gifts in large bins
People obliged them happily
hoping deliverance from their sins

I wiggled my head in disdain
for the foolish people on the street
Inviting anger and disgust
in this awful summer heat

On the other side of the road
sat an old woman dressed in shreds
begging for food and money
but her cries didn't turn no heads

I could not help but laugh
at this voracious display of devotion
while the Prophet was grinning shamelessly
at our society's intellectual erosion

The Evil Path

The choices that people make, define their lives.......


This path we chose
in search of glory
Little did we know
that the ways were gory

At the end of the day
when all is said and done
We have no part to play
we're fighting for his fun

Worshiping a lesser God
piling up countless sins
fooling our conscience
loosing out while he wins

Hatred and sickness
written all over our faces
a life full of miseries
we are living in traces

He controls our actions
he controls our will
his twisted conviction
forces us to kill

We follow him blindly
to escape his wrath
still cursing the day
we chose this evil path

Beginner's Blues

Yeah...I've tried it before...maintaining a blog that is...but I've failed every single time...ha ha...here goes another attempt at it. The problem is that I can not think about one thing at a time....my mind is like a complete mess all the time with all sorts of thoughts fighting with each other to gain control. The results of this skirmish are often undesirable. But what the heck, this is the way I am. May be someday I'll find an order to this madness and put it to some good use...