Waves of Torment

 It comes in waves

The tidal wave, heavy with anger, grief and sorrow.

Like a brick wall crushing an ant.

Then it dissipates, until tomorrow.

There is stillness now, 

A pleasant warmth in the air.

Free from obligations, no despair.

No foreshadow of another wave, but life is unfair.

The tsunami blots out the sun,

Frozen in time and space there is nowhere to run.

The unbearable burden of the heart weeps as it's skinned through fine lacerations of memory.

Removal of bonded souls is torture with no remedy.

The stillness is now fewer and far between.

The waves are constant, but not as harsh as it would seem.

The separation of souls, almost complete, almost gone.

The heart clings to its final thread, an illusion, for a new hope, a new dawn.

Goddesses are Fake

Towards the gaze are many forms.
Unreal from the current norms.
The lust behind every mans head,
Has a power to conceal it with love instead.

As time fades the doves look for shade.
Emergence of evil and treacherous waves.
Forms disappate through the dark caves.
Uprising of those immoral slaves.

Lost minds traverses through the body,
Lost souls travels to the heart.
Plentiful treasures for you to take .
Just remember ,
Godesses are fake.  

The Alternate Reality Envy

Erasing ourselves completely, without the pain of guilt.
To live once more, freely, without the open horrors.
Changing fate as we see fit.
Destinies that are well lit.

Transforming the world once again to your own.
Forgetting about debts and loans.
A world under your command and order.
Satisfaction once again comes at a cost.  

Though second chance given, we are still lost.
Thoughts and patterns change for us.
Emotions and instincts haunts all dimensions.
For as long as we are human, our path is unchanged.

Finding the Unfamiliar Which is to be Found

Faded is the future of the path we lead.
Forgotten  the path ,which we need.
Formidable is the foe that blocks our track.
Fight to the finish or lay on your back.

Fear and focus are a pair of eyes.
One sees none ,the other sees skies.
False fortress and fireflies.
For they shall aid when you have tried.

What we find to be familiar,
Is what is to be found.
Though finding the final path results in failure,
The found path is not wasted.

Have we found it?
What are we trying to find?
Objects, beings, space?
Frisking through what we previously found,
We finally find the answer.  

Casuality of the Surroundings

Our surroundings passes as we fly,
Left to nature we rely.
Boundaries left by memories of pain.
Nothing to do,except complain.
Existence forced through mortal grounds.
Watching as fear takes it's rounds.

Not all is lost in this body of ours.
Spirits survive by monumental towers.
Though we rise, we tend to fall.
Knowing one day, we'll stand tall.

There are no true forms one can take.
There are no true forms one can fake.
Tortured by pondering over who we are.
Invite the surroundings and your journey wont be far.

The Infinite Character

Unaware by having self awareness.
All of us searching for the betterment,
Or a cause of enlightenment.
Sometimes washed away by unwanted fate.

The exterior, creating a drawing for others to see.
Some chose to see beyond,
Others let it be.
Forsaken is the self amidst the chaos.

Seek deeper and unveil a burdened memory.
All songs sung by same tune.
All patterns equally related to the cosmic law.
All of which we thought and saw.


To end the unending answers to self,
The universe is our friend,
And our friend is the universe!

Psychotic Disorder, Genius Order

When all is lost, flesh is consumed.
Voices are heard, deeply infused.
The cost of life deserts our mind.
Thrown into the world while we are blind.

Reality sacrificed into the butcher's plague.
Life or death, bewildering and vague.
A dimension created with unattainable pleasures.
A world filled with unbound treasures.

The alternate dimension, a solution for some.
While the earth is torn infected by scum.
Thoughts controlling  parameters for answers.
Slashing blades between ballad dancers.

The judgement of time and shape are broken.
The portal of two worlds merged and arranged.
Parallel vortex is to be engaged,
While the energy is filled by ruthless rage.

A sight to behold by the power of the brain.
Uncertainties explained through murderous gains.
Memories are distant, reality in pain.
In that case, isn't everyone insane?

Objecting Emotions = Universal Thinking?

The violent voices echoes through our vein.
Restless and eager, it drives us insane.
Pleasured by sin, we forget right and wrong.
Punishment of guilt, though we remain strong.

When our identity fails to meet our design.
We only have to look back, and rewind.
Honesty and needs are left behind.
Dull and orthodox is the mind.

Wandering towards the path of wisdom,
Wishing for a better way to decipher  freedom.
We remain the slaves of a known universe,
Wondering only for the way to livelihood.

Emotions reject our path to a better future.
No emotions, and there would  be no  path.
 Is there purpose in finding a cause?
Is there meaning in finding our flaws?

In Between an Ending

Before the end they will come to us,
Bowing down to your soul.

Before the end they will measure,
Your accomplishments and goals.

Before the end the voice will halt,
so that your silence would be heard.

Before the end the crowd will cheer,
For every pause and word.

Before the end, we see our enemy,
As our noble friend.

Before the end our heart is torn,
As our friendship comes to an end.

Before the end we fight for honor,
Until the war is won.

Before the end we dream of paradise,
Until the dream is done.

Before the end you realize,
That your pain and suffering are false.

Only at the end you notice,
Your about to have an eternal loss.

Midnight Universe

Similarities between words and tunes.
The song is made.
Differences between opinion and thoughts.
Reveals the blade.

The edge of the earth, a place for some.
Others doubting where you're from.
Visual centric minds are yet to be seen.
Advancements made through machine.

The creator has failed to make us live.
It does not depend on what he gives.
Involvement of the universe is needed in our heads.
Attainable only when sleeping in our beds.

Understanding the random thought of emotions.
Mixed adventures or curious notions.
Different patterns in the rhythmic clouds.
All related to us as a crowd!

Encircled by Corpses

Forced upon where we do not belong.
The only option is to be strong.
Dull and feared are the minds of corpses.
Dependent they are to decompose to dirt.

Final stage of the corpse is attained.
The living left through suffering and pain.
The stench of the dead chokes the living.
The claws of death drags the being.

Though the crowd of the dead decompose.
The living should not follow the same, but oppose.
Different purposes and different thoughts  lead to the same goal.
Forced opinions and similar emotion leads to  dead without soul.

Proceed with the judgement of being alive, and you'll be alive.
It takes time for the real judgement to arrive.
Hack the claws of death to survive.
Follow yourself and thrive!

The Fear Mask

It is not the fear of self which creates our flame,
But the fear that others will rise against our game.
We believe in unwanted emotions, when we can be satisfied by apathy.
The false judgement in witnessing the inner beauty of beasts.

Pretending to be more than human, which makes us a star.
Abolishing that aim which doesn't get us far.
Offended by insults from the lack of pain.
Is like surrendering to  a cause without any gain.

The flame ignites while the smoke surrounds.
Choking the innocent all around.
The face of fear is not a good mask.
Allow it remain and attain an  unaccomplished task.

Dancing with the Universe

We are all corrupt by nature's way
Igniting the realm of the underworld.
Spitting onto purity and unleashing guilty pleasures.
Abolishing the inner child of attaining impossibility.

Words are spread though the minds of selfish blood.
Far more worse than a river flood.
Unsteady patterns of the human kind.
This makes the world harder to bind.

Forces of discipline are measured by sense.
Crushed by government, their power is immense.
A single thought can change our will.
Obstruct it and our path maybe ill.

Attain the radiation of nature's glow.
Acquire it and let it grow.
Building it will be slow,
Its all the more necessary for you to flow.

Erasing the "Earth"

Floating objects are a treat to my sight.
Even though the reason maybe wrong or right.
A walk towards your passion in dreams of bliss.
Stumbling upon memories you want to miss.

Troubled times lies ahead in my reality.
A fake but pretty world I escape into.
Not knowing the reason  of true crime.
I end up in a world where everything is mine.

Where love is captured through the blink of an eye
Emotional pleasure and a clear blue sky.
A world filled with no tears or cries.
A world not knowing the meaning of lies.

Back to the real world where my problems are awake.
The real world where my tear fills a lake.
Society heightening  my sense of fear.
Everyday dreading the end to be near.

Recorded Sins

Minds were dispersed when the universe was born.
Now they're lost, now they're torn.
Instincts emerge right from birth.
Unleash your instincts and there would be hell on earth.

Violence might be an admired perception.
The view of an altered man's deception.
Traveling and searching for truth in a world where reality is insane. 
Some follow but others are plain.

The abolition of the weak  for a greater mind.
Trying to change the path of mankind.
Erasing our fears and blocking our means to do right.
Like a new born man without sight.

Guilt is recorded and erased by the strong.
The weak is swallowed knowing right from wrong.
Violate the memory and you shall question your deeds.
Erase all the memory and you shall have no needs.

An Alien's Crush

Pleasureful veils walking into my eyes with a gaze of unreal thoughts.
Never certain about the future of our dreams or love.
Always overshadowed by the mind above,
Ignoring the road you could have taken.
Maybe you were wrong, maybe you were mistaken.

A coincidence is all it takes to connect with their mind.
The heart always follows the beat knowing love is blind.
Truth and fiction mixes in a blender filled with hope.
Wisdom and reality hanging by the rope.

Enchantment of the senses with mesmerizing tunes.
Ear filled with saw dust and sand dunes.
Carving my memory of your colorful vibes.
With you, I might have a thousand lives!

Wish it were easy to snatch you by the hand.
Connecting our thoughts and making you understand.
Consumed and broken apart by karmic fate.
The lesser I know of you, the more I relate!

Confined to your Mortal Gods

Sounds from your soul may disgust your God.
All of them stop but you are odd.
You keep pushing further till you fall.
You are small yet you stand tall.

Beneath their feet we lay.
Rotting and gasping for fresh air.
Grinning and laughing with their awkward stare.
Why are we chained by their selfish thought?
Is it our destiny to follow them and rot?

Gaze upon the sky and tear through the universe.
There is no limit to life or labor.
The one who supports is your savior.
The one who oppose is your tamer.

Inspiration can be drawn from ourselves.
Follow the road ahead and do not stop for them.
The more you move, the more you can see.
Prevail in the existence which you are supposed to be.

Honor Your Sculptor

Open your eyes and you will see.
Friends and foes are conspiracies.
Sharing and caring will make a smile.
For the joy of satisfaction once  in a while.

It all ends when opportunities arise.
Stabbing the bond with miseries and lies.
For there is no honor in the history you shared.
No love for the people who brought you there!

We seek only greatness in our lives.
The excuse, for cowards and prejudice wives.
Where is greatness without the rise of honor?
Where is love without the rise of sacrifice?

There is more to  human than selfish goals.
Calm and quiet like how the stream flows.
Wash away those fake tears of demise.
Cause your all demons without eyes.

Generation of No Reaization

There are places to go, people to visit, and spirits to release.
A drug filled world we live in, never free.
The chances of survival are south bound towards our inner self.
Will we ever know ourselves in time?

Measured creatures  running about, not knowing where they stand.
Power is easily attainable, at the palm of our hand.
Shifting universes and blinking stars shows the picture of an unnatural object.
The blood filled human will eat his soul, unaware of his rightful goal.

We are yet to reveal the true identity of our form.
Complexities are increasing in our minds for no reason.
Simple ways are no more and the up rise of unwanted intelligence has no end.
Existence is a straight path but it is we who create the steps and bends.

Spoiled sadistic minds grow ever darker as we grow old.
Always following what we were told.
Reasoning does not help on earth.
Self realization occurs only at birth!

Betrayed by our Selfish Instinct

Angered by the selfish instinct that instills in our mind.
Shower it upon the child of the lesser blind.
The feeble tends to move into fear and forced upon regrets.
Sorrows expressed through their blood given assets.

Always looked down upon in the system that cares for us.
Well being is never established in a stubborn society.
It only rots until self realization of goals are attained.
It happens when our minds are restrained!

Good and evil are words of the same game.
We know not who to blame.
The powerful put the needy to shame.
Then  the powerful rise with fame!

Existence is never made to be followed.
It is they who cage us in our luscious open fields.
They who guard us from the depth of our dreams.
They who betrayed us from our right to live!

Limits of No Limits

There are leagues and then there are steps which you take.
There is space and then there are boundaries.
We feel like moving,
Out of this world,
Out of this place,
Grabbing onto objects while you chase.

Think deep and  thoughts are always true.
Some look up, as they have no clue.
There are shapes which fit your order.
Piled up memories with disorder.

Expressive words of selfish desires.
The one who spills,
No one admires.
A glance of fate is all you got.
A sign of hope till you rot.

It is not done by evil deeds.
Priority of our motives and needs.
Limit and limitless ideas of design.
It all doesn't matter as long as it's mine.

We are all part of a big scheme.
Someone watching over us to annihilate our dreams.
Someone telling us where to draw the line.
Erase the thought, and you shall shine!

Architecture of Intellect

The arsenal of power and the design of intellect.
Two  phases which boldly intersect.
Lost you'll be in the world of chaos.
Ever staring at why the world hates you.

Rise of satisfaction and the depression from laughter.
Running away, without knowing what your after.
A stack of love which rises from within.
A turn towards emotions and its lost with sin.

Vortex of terror blinded by fate.
Loosing time, its always too late.
Brushing and washing the memories with tear.
Everyday the end seems near.

Blessed are those who don't think and ponder.
Cursed are those who experiment and wander.
All phases designed like a tower,
Ever paralyzed in the existence of life.
Creating unwanted intelligence from our random mind.
The rest exist, but intellect is blind.

Visual Virtual Voluptuous Mind

Visualize your emotions in a perfect square.
Tending towards failure but who cares.
Deep kept secrets and  sacred plagues.
Forever gaze into the astonishing glow.
The cries walk past me real slow.
Shedding into my eyes a heap of flesh.
Cursed by radiant features.
Watch upon the shadows you step on.
Its all the matter of a single emotional cause.
A right swirl in the minds of few.
Tenderness of the food we chew.
Blazing and weeping of hypocritical laughter.
Surrounded by the minds we adore.
A small step to infinity is taken to reach the stars beyond.
Visualize the end of  stars and dreams.
Nothing is as natural as it seems.

Fear and Oblivion

The strangely lit candles shine into an open room.
The same room where everything is clear yet dark.
A blinded image for most of us and a sacred glow for some.
A path is followed through the light.
Dark consequences which we fight.
Feared shadowed images of the dead.
Float anonymously in our head.
Covered by our mind which fears the silence.
The mind which traps us in its place.
Unable to control what we see and do.
Blocking us  from their important views.
Shielding us from their goals and twists.
Why do we forever watch the darkness and cry?
Learn from it and soar high!

Curse of the Blind

Close your eyes and observe your heart.
Mistakes are blinded from the start.
Emotional joy which brings happiness and faith.
Prepare yourself before its too late.

A shock of treachery might arise in disguise.
Crushing your soul cause you were blind.
Stabbing your heart from behind.
Darkness shadows your deepest emotions.

Realization of evil from your love.
Is it all fate from above?
Joyful memories stamped on with joy.
Playing with you like a puppet toy.

The unwanted remains of bliss are hard to forget.
Time standing still, waiting for the sunset.
Buried forgiveness with the rise of anger.
Loneliness and insanity filled with sorrows of anguish.

They will bleed and you shall wait.
A new seed is planted in a life which you retake!

Greater than the Bold

Diminishing thoughts of dreamed goals.
Wishing if you could escape into the open.
Vivid mind erased by societies rising power.
Destroying bridges when its half made.
Hopes and dreams fade.

Greatness comes after being thrashed and shoved.
It doesn't matter if you are loved.
It goes against the brick you stand on.
It goes for the rope to hang on.

Truth in judgment are blocked by the ones we care.
They lead us in a path which is unfair.
Fools follow this path of delusional bliss,
Wondering if their glory has arrived.
Achievements of no meaning,  making them feel important and blind.

Look away from those who detour your route.
Follow your mind in the world of greatness.
Fill it with the true meaning of destiny!
Even though society is against you and me.

The Weak and the Wanderer

System of donkeys made to follow by the superior flesh.

Rising above with unforeseen power, connected by a mesh.

Retaliate and you shall witness no dreams or future.

Jointly stitched by artificial sutures.

We are made to follow what they dream and desire.

Following the proper order and attire.

Creating the illusion of pointless intelligence.

The weak emerge from their emotionless pit.

A life of difficulties the wanderer faces.

Ever reckoning to end the broken system.

A life with dreams and desires of his own.

The weak points to him as a stone.

As we turn weak, our mind turns to gold.

A precious stone with value but nothing more.

We are made to believe that there is honor in following the system.

A system in which the judgment is controlled by the upper hand.

The weak are made to sit and never stand.

To dominate is not a sole purpose but a cycle.

Without the cycle, it is only a single entity.

Remove those who tighten you with invalid rules.

Explore and question those weak fools!

Happy and Quiet

To become a person of the dark and respectful, you  should be one in a million,

and especially truthful.

A person's mind should blend with the dark, as well as scan for those who sit and bark.

Your death maybe your biggest wish.

To eat everyone else is your personal dish.

Of all the people who put the blame,

You don't mind as they are all the same.

Betrayed and laughter surround your mind,

You may never know when they'll stab you from behind!

You cry yourself to ease the shattered pain.

You feel as though you been hit by a train.

Now in the shadows of darkness you lay,

As you have been completely slain.

How you would kill yourself to be all alone,

How you would wish you could turn yourself into stone!

Its not your fault you've become like this.

You put on a cheerful face, and it seems as though your in bliss.

-This is one of the poems I wrote  a long time ago, just thought I'll put it up.

Sorrows of an Unwanted Outcast

Sacred tears wash my forgiving eyes,
When you have to make yourself laugh to stop yourself from crying
Emotions of abundant rage and tolerance
With so much of violence, so much of pain,
So much of anger dedicated in your brain.

There is no choice but to depend on yourself,
Untrustworthy people stored upon the bookshelf.
No one to wash away the miseries and memories.
Only the whistle of the breeze and trees.

Struggles and sorrows are all part of your goal.
Cowards have no direction , only paths which they stole.
Enemies which pushes you away.
Watching you as you turn weak.
Waiting for you to become their prey.

Devote yourself to the true color of your eyes.
The beauty which is clear as the skies.
Do not be mislead by fools or Gods.
Follow the path of the north star.
Do not be ashamed of who you truly are!

Life in Chains

Sculptures of varied race inflict the walk towards your way of life.
Giving you differences in shades of persona.
The mind does not wander but walks into goals without fear.
It is they who barricade you,  even though your path is near.

Discouraging your vivid dreams of false ends.
Society,  pulling you towards their trends.
Like a race in which you end up first or last.
Finish it soon, finish it fast!

A race  in which you follow the pack.
No shortcuts , just stay on track!
Dead minds are controlled by society which makes them run.
It makes them believe there is no sun!

Our characters are programmed on this unforgiving earth.
Telling us what to do from  birth.
Is there hope for artistic intelligence?
Hypocrites feared by social elegance.

Varied minds should end this race.
Even if the fearless fall with disgrace.
False mortals are reckoned with impure ways to sustain this system.
False mortals, who have no wisdom.

Organ of Souls

Calm, crisp and radiant is our mind.
Impossible thoughts and dreams which you cannot find.
Like a diamond which is entirely  pure.
To refresh it,
Laughter is the cure!

Pain and hardships are a challenge to the brain.
Molding it with proper strain.
Ideas and brilliance makes each of our mind like a maze.
Each maze different from the other.
Complex, simple yet endless in its path.
Everyday refreshed, like after a bath.

Pictures and melodies stored deep inside.
Everything is present, there is nothing to hide.
Memories present inside the locked door.
To find the key, you need not explore.
Heart is the key to the soul and mind.
A duplicate key , you will not find!

Desecration of Unwanted Colors

Watch me burn as my colors fade away.
The moment when I shower upon silence and all that is dark.
It creates a fear of loosing happiness, but it brings my anger to the mark.
It gives me power and steadiness with unsatisfied thought.
Like the feelings of the triumph after the battle I fought.

Cursed upon by not having the feeling of love.
Darkness reigns in my blood.
So I sleep with the dark and those who worship it.
I play with the dark and those who rejoice it.

Scaring the colorful people with my gaze.
I wait to watch them burn in my blaze.
Shadows portray the real color.
Existence will become duller and duller.
Let the world weep everyday, and I will dance in its puddles,
while my colors fade to gray............

Omission of Intelligence

Brilliance converged to a spot where the sky meets the universe.
Intelligence, a cold word which lay in our minds and hearts.
Vengeance, trust , and pleasure it seeks.
They act as though you require a tweak.

Fall not into infinity, but through the universe.
Penetrate into its overwhelming space.
Prepared to be disturbed by its silence.
Wander in and out of violence.
Emotions which shields our smartness.

Fall into a path with your IQ.
Fall into a place with your IQ.
Fall into a position with your IQ.

Erase the word "intelligent" from your mind.
Roam free like the blind!
Let them judge you not by your IQ,
but by your thoughts and views!

Path of a Righteous Mind

The ultimate price of pain is when your killed through pleasure.
Miseries collided into a barrier filled with shocks and sorrows.
Let your own soul not know the burden you carry,
For it is a very heavy load.

Depression leads to tears of oppression and rebellion.
Let them not stand in your way,
For it is they, who have freed the monster buried beneath your soul!
It is they , who pleasured you with hopes and goals.

A quick rain of thought and you gaze at yourself with spiritual eyes.
What are you becoming............?
You must move forward and end their lies.
The violence must be controlled through swirls of vortexes in your head
It should be silently approached instead.

Your own path shall save lives!
Your own path shall help lives!
Your own path shall inspire lives!

Your Thoughts, Our Freedom

Fury and rage combined with waves of fire and anguish.
The themes of the system are wrecked by those who overtake for power.
System relates itself to science and therefore making it impossible to change.
Changes in the system impossible to arrange!

Crushed by those who take advantage of us.
Rebel we must, even with mistrust.
Shades of glory left behind near the mighty pillars.
Absorption of inspiration is blocked and choked.
Hatred is revoked!

Stand up with your own words and vanquish evil by your thoughts.
Let your dreams fulfill desires and your mind destroy monsters.
Enlighten yourself so that the universe would be visible.
Protect your wisdom as no one is reliable!

Crossroads to Rebellion

A free thinker is always mocked by the Indian society.
Free is a word which never existed in this land.
No one is with you to hold your hand.
Feared by the society, your friends join the race.
A race in which your parents also tells you to chase.

A race which has no meaning to our existence on this earth.
A race which exits as soon as your birth.
At the end of the race, diamonds, gold and respect are showered upon you.
Satisfaction and meaning may or may not be true.

Free thinkers do not know of any race track.
They create an endless road of passion  which glitters when anyone steps on.
Happiness and laughter will never be gone.
Do what you love and do not have fear!
Some do, others shed a tear.

We must end this society full of pain.
Miseries created for personal gains!
Banks and software which are treated as warriors  in ancient time?!
Why should they be respected?
Are they making this world safe from crimes?!

End this dominance of pathetic jobs.
End commercialism to the highest degree.
Like animals, humans should also roam free!
If trapped like a tortured animal in a small cage.
Society,
Be ready for rebellion,
Be ready for rage!

False Beauty

Beautiful people belong in their beautiful perfect world.
We as low lives test them by being vile.
We reek of ugliness, even when we smile.
A glance in the mirror and we shatter and fall.
Imperfections such as being ugly and small.

Why do we share a common domain?
To cause us low lives agony and pain!
While they lead their happy lives,
We look upon them with tears in our eyes!

Only a lover or loner would think like this.
Our controlled mind and friends are enough for bliss.
Our body is a test for the character we play.
Beautiful people are not those who look good,
but the goodness in the  character which they portray

The Lioness's Jewel

Roaring into my heart is a woman.
A woman of fantasies , a woman of dreams.
Filled with emotions and expressions.
Cursed by time spent upon viewing.

Although her existence is void.
Her plush eyes are nailed in my mind.
Velvet hair which drifts behind.
Vivid smiles which brightens her laughter.

Roaming free and lavishing about.
Characteristics which I hate, no doubt.
Fate plays a great deal between us.
The seconds of glaze upon your face.
Heart raises its pace,
along with a stomach ache!

As I cannot capture her,
Her beauty will always be etched in my mind.
A rare gem like her will  be hard to find!

Lessons of a Soul

When do we remember the process of fate which leaps in our hands.
Words are never meant to be used when destiny is at our feet.
It only flows with the silence which supports our thoughts and deepest emotions.
Someday you might turn towards greatness, the rest you'll be looking at yourself!
Screaming, shouting, wishing to make a difference in your life.
The worthless fears of growing old and ending up with a wife.

Even as your words speak of the great storms and norms, the river  still has existence and wisdom more than yours.
Planets are not a  part of the plan, which makes you to dominate.
Shores are not a part of the sweet feeling which you would want.
Pleasure is the only thing you've got.
Death is not your greatest pain.
Agony rises from the same.

Beware of power!
Beware of greed!
Life builds like a tower.
Satisfaction is all we need!!

Gush of Gore, Rush of Blood

Gush of gore...
Rush of blood.....
Local store.....
Covered in mud

Veins are cut
Throats are slit...
There is no body which fits.
Dark and gray.....
Evil will stay
Drops of fumes...
Darkness resumes


Gush of gore...
Rush of blood.....
Local store.....
Covered in mud

Terror dreams...
Unreal screams.....
Souls crying inside...
Rush of blood in their skin
Human feelings rise from within!


Gush of gore...
Rush of blood.....
Local store...........
Paintings galore!!!

Disoriented Thoughts

Mind telling you what to do, is sometimes confusing.
Mind telling you  what to think,  without you choosing.
It's very difficult to control our thoughts and emotions.
Each cell filling up ready for explosions.

Sometimes its the power of reality which strikes you.
Thoughts aren't always true.
Emotions like love and honor, traps you in a corner.
Ambitions and fate which you'll start to hate.

Believing what you think and feel, aren't always real.
Calculations and tests aren't always the best.
Confusion reeks havoc like a dream.
Mind telling you to wake up with a scream!

The Warriors Code

Rest in peace while God hates your soul!
The dark cliff ends your path and goal.
The velvet sea drifts you away.
Fear and pain disappears today.

The demonic stare of your enemy's face,
Leads you to the path of disgrace!
Honor violated  by fumes of rage.
Trapped inside the fear cage.

Let everyone know why your dead.
Only today will they dread.
Only today will they cry for your soul.
Only today will they support your role!

Your enemies will increase once you die.
Slay them now, make them cry!
The path of death is a cowards choice.
Fight for yourself,  fight for your voice!

Space, Time, and Maturity

To reverse time
Step in the line between those who fail you
Amongst the corner of the dark moon
Lies an endless rush of magic appearing soon
The caves are tied to its deep hole
Lost in it, is your soul!
Falling down below, to your fears
Remembering the time when you shed tears
A sparkle of light which makes you blind
Time once again starts to rewind!
Pride is lost without your mane
Will you get back your respect again?
Disappearing into the shallows of the universe
Untouched are the planets rings
Innocence drawn from a swing
Your free as a bird
Without its wings!
Time moves fast and slow
It all depends how you grow!

Differentiate Appreciate

Touch me with your eyes.
The blind shall come alive.
There would be no cries until i fall to the skies.
To give up my path and rules.
To forgive and trust those fools.
Awaken me with your smile,
and I shall have peace for a while!
Teach me to love what I hate.
Teach me new things about our fate!
Troubled times and our fears start to grow.
Trust one another and happiness will flow!
The path to immortality is shown by your heart.
Not even death can move us apart!

Flower of Perfection

Why do you bloom like a flower when the rest are still seeds?!
A plain flower with no weeds.
Like a cactus with no requirements or needs.
Inner beauty shines light into my eyes.
Character, as natural as the clouds and skies.
Smile which brings an elegant fragrance to my mind.
Bad trait........I cannot find.
Twirling around my brain like a vine.
Your soul is truly divine!
Even though you are surrounded by invisible thorns,
I do not scorn but I am happy that you were born.
I bow down to you O perfect flower.
Petals exposed by brilliance, and leaves filled with power!!

A Demon's Blood

A demon spawns from within.
The dark Gods blessed it with sin
It flies around high and low...........
How far will it go?
He soars the skies, eats peoples eyes.
Is he a myth or complete lies?
Scream as he screams!
Pain and agony in your sweet dreams.
He rages upon the tormented souls.
Buries people with heart holes.
He doesn't know which is wrong or right.
He diminishes everything in sight.
He disappears into the mysterious cave......
All of this because of the blessed sin you gave!!!
What we realize is the blood of the innocent is no thicker than the blood of the demon..........

When all I can do is stare........

You dont know me but to you I stare
I know that you dont care
Maybe theres something special we share
Maybe its the clothes we wear
Maybe its the same patience we bear
Maybe its the scent of your hair
Something tempts me to glare
The way you sit on a chair
To look back at me you wouldnt dare!
Maybe I give you the scare
Maybe we dont make a good pair,
but if you need me Im always there!

An Indians Valentine

Your eyes reminds me of the natural calmness in spring time.
I know its impossible to make you mine.
The delicate smile is shown by your fluent behavior.
I know I cant be your Savior.
There are differences between us that can happen only in our country.
Although we wish to be together and free,
respect from our parents is the most important, you see.......
You make me wait for tomorrow to arrive.
Everyday I wish to be alive!
Your pleasant talk, your significant walk, all adds up to your elegant face which shines light into my eyes.
Your heart is more clearer than the polluted skies..
An Indian boy can only see this as a dream.
If we make it real, our society will scream!!!!!!

Evil might have a new face.............

To watch the pain and fears of others is my demise.
Although the world is filled with unclear eyes.
To kill is only human but to stare at it and learn is demonic.
The wounds will not heal with medicine or tonic.
When will there be a word called hope.
When will the young heart stop to mope.
Of all the evil and blood stain......
Terror striking again and again.
Why dont we feel ashamed?
Why cant we change our race?
Why cant we give evil and fear a new face?
Who can we blame ,when the seeds of the wicked rise from the same!!!!!

Tears of the Creameated Soul

The fall of darkness is shadowed by the bright wave of light.
A soul shall rest in peace tonight.
For those that are undead, beware of the dead in sight!
A soul is born every night, but the soul is preserved at day.
A soul is born once the star bursts.
Evil will enter if it may......
The body is buried at sunset, when the demon's dawn begins!
The crows start to sing and the termites start to dig in.
Sacred tears fall and so death arises from the ashes of my eyes.
Who will listen to my forgotten pain and cries?
To burden another might ease my thought,
I will rise above the rest and look after what i sought!
Death is what I am and no one can stop me.
I am  victorious ,I am  free,I am now, never the slave you wanted  me to be!
The power I feel is like a blanket of feather,nothing can strike it not even the weather!
Twist and shout.
Scream and pain.
Agony and bloodshed..........are all the same.
On whom shall I take my rage!
Whom shall I tear apart in carnage?
The answer is clear.
I am at eternal peace and my misery has ended with a tear!

Regret of doom

As the demon spreads its wings to fly,so will I.
The beast climbs towards the mountain top.
Time shifting to stop.
The eyes are that of the apocalyptic moon.
The cursed woman will meet her doom,soon.
Pleasures and desires have violated my thoughts, and scrapes my flesh,covering me with an agonizing clot.
Though there were angels near by.
I could only hear them scream and cry!
Now there is no hope but to join the demon himself.
Black shadows of dawn covering me from side to side.
I have no where to run,no where to hide!
The shadow God covers me with the burden of black.
The torture is unbearable and I am unable to react.
I am with the demon which I created and and cared.
All he does is smile and stare!

Soul Survivor

Keep it with you.
Keep it all the time.
Show it, let it shine!
Its the only friend that will help you fight!
Its the only friend that shines bright.
Its the only evidence that there is some goodness in you.
Its very true!
Without it you wont feel happy,sad or angry.
Without it you wont feel pain, misery, and agony.
What is it?
Look inside yourself and see
You will be proud to have it & you'll show it with glee!

Faint!

Although you fell like the petal rose, your eyes feel sleepy and start to dose.
Rainbows & clear skies fill your mind and stomach with butterflies.
As you awake you see yourself dancing near the ocean storm!
Your body is stable, and you're in perfect form.
You feel as though you were born from an open sunrise.
The flames nurture you gently as you grow in disguise.
A drop of water gently washes your face, you feel refreshed and increases your pace.
Your running through the delicate feathery clouds, you keep running as there are no bounds!
You arouse and see people waking you up.
You fainted head on with a thump!

Nightmares and Desires

Its all in a while.
The light comes faster than a child.
Tell me about the broken dreams, which gives you screams.
Nightmares side by side,
I heard the demons ride.
The wind of fire in the sky.
Higher and higher you will fly.
Sorrows and pain beside you will rise.
Seeing your dreamy eyes.
You tell me to hold on.
You drag me to the lawn and,
you tell me "How safe this world can be,all you have to do is open your eyes and see!"
Once more I see those dreamy eyes.
Sometimes full of lies.
Take me to a place,
where only I could see your grace.
Take me to the light, where you'll spend with me ,
the rest of the night!

Garden of Death

The last white rose falls on the grave.
The garden is beneath the deep dark cave.
Once a garden full of light, but now there is no day,only night.....
Once the sun gleamed on this garden but now darkness covers the grave and it hardens!
A black shadow roams around, with his blade of death, there will be no sound.
Why has darkness come to this place?
A place full of joy and grace.
The cold air whistles through the tombstones.
Even the bravest will show fear when they are alone.
"Come join the garden of death", said the voice.
It all depends on you, its your choice!!

Dead on the spot

The creepy, eerie feeling is near by.
I feel cold, and my temperature is high.
Something soft touches my hand.
I look back and see him stand.

He was a human with a ghastly glow.
As soon as I saw it my blood began to flow.
I did not feel my flesh tear.
I did not feel the drain.
I did not feel anything nor did I feel pain.

His eyes were blunt, as blunt as they can be, but
his face was harmless as he showed it with glee!
"Fly away, fly free", he said.
Why?
"Because your already dead!!"

Turbulence of a tornado and a hurricane

The showdown of great winds begins tonight.
Arouse thunder and lightning, arouse with might!
Death, agony and pain are in sight!
Prepare to tremble in the darkest night!

The tornado appears like the devils horns.
Its pain inflicted like a thousand thorns!
Dust and bones gather around
After the tornado, there will be no sound!

The good and evil, together they die.
The hurricane blows you away, sky high!
When these two great winds came together,
they bring both good and bad weather.

After the battle, the sky begins to clear.
Now , do the people have anything to fear?
No one remembers the people who die but,
they remember the great winds that came from the sky!!

Glorified Mind

Glorified mind,
A high attitude,
Unkind,
and an ungrateful gratitude.
These are the words  what they think of me.

They think of me as an untamed evil,
mind filled with hate,
well, this is my fate
No one to see me,
No one to care.
Only beasts surround me who stand and stare.

I have no feelings,
I have no ways,but
my mind is right,thats what I have to say!
My mind,yes thats my glorified mind!!

Hate to Love and Love to Hate

Its very easy to say the 3 words of hate.
How is it hard for someone to say the 3 words of love?
Thats because hatred is your fate.
This I can relate.
Love is a grip which holds your heart.
Hate is a force that pushes us apart.
Love makes you dream odd thoughts.
Hate makes you remember the battle's you fought.
Love brings joy, bliss, and perhaps a kiss.
Hate represents the aftermath of all this.
You see, hate and love go with one another.
Without love there would be no hate all together!
So next time if you want to tell her how you feel.
Hate her a bit and she'll be yours for real!

Destruction of a Woman

The dark fog covers her mind with immortal strength, even if she is blind.

Thoughts of anger is shown with mind waves from her mind.

This anger trembles the earth and tears through the crust.

The mountains vanish with her might leaving only dust!

Winds of chaos lash the shore like a woman shopping in a store!

Emotions play with tidal waves, and volcanoes erupt with the loudest sound.

Both the forces shake the earth and in the end there will be no ground!

The woman of anger is mother earth.

Why do you relate?!

Cause your a woman by birth!
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-This maybe a short poem but there is a huge interpretation for this.

Conversation with the Devil

Talking to a girl is like a dream.
You may never know when she'll scream.
She might lie, cry, or maybe tell you "Go and die!"
They might be sweet, they might be cute, but they're not afraid to take the gun and shoot!
They might have problems you should solve,else not,  you will dissolve.
She might seem happy, she might be sad, but it is up to you to ask her if her day was good or bad.
Prepare yourself, have a gun or a cross and before you talk make sure you floss.
She might seem away, she might seem near, after sometime you will see her horns appear, but as you know dreams are not true, believing it or not is all up to you !

Inside Your Evil Side

Black sun shining through the door.
Blood stains on the floor.
The shadow comes with hollow screams.
This nightmare is not a dream.
Mind running through a time of chaos.
Sacred skulls rise from the surface,
chasing you with a deep roar of agony and pain.
The nightmare drives you insane.
Death is creeping every second.
The nightmare doesnt end.
Nocturnal wings of the night take flight.
Flying to ever greater height.
Its time for the demon to come in front of your eyes.
The demon opens its wings,shows its face and roars!
Your not frightened by its looks or sound, because the demon's face looks  the same as yours!

A Dreamers Thoughts

Walk towards the sunset

Dream of thoughts.

Moments which you get when dreaming ,will only come as shots!

You hail the ocean as it glitters in the light.

You keep starring at this gorgeous sight!

You think of all impossible things that would take place.

Impossible things that you would love to chase!

Finally darkness arrives and all hopes are lost.

Now all impossible things comes with a cost.

Things which you thought you might chase , but now only the moon light is present to help you in your race.

Apprentice of Death

The apprentice of death waits near the dark.

Below the ghostly cave he larks.

He mourns for the souls who died,

and kills those who have lied.

He does not weep.

He does not eat.

Nor does he sleep.

His feast is the sorrows and pains which you get when a human dies.

All the lies.....

All the cries.....

All the pain is his gain......!

His apparition is a dark figure,

a ghostly apparition that makes people insane!

He hails from the deep.

Haunts the world while you sleep.

Sleep in peace,because he is...............

your shadow for keeps!

Hello and Welcome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As this is the first post I am about to make,I would like to thank all the people visiting my blog site!Thank you! As I have warned u before ,some of my poems and thoughts might harm the faint of heart,and some of my words might be hurtful.I do not intend to point at anyone!The characters that I put in my poem or thoughts are fictional!
No,not all my poems are going to be dark and mysterious, some are quite funny,and romantic(hey i have to keep this blog alive,right).
Once again I thank all u people for supporting me!
If there are grammatical mistakes or spelling mistakes,please have it in your heart to forgive them.
In case there is something u want me to interpret cause u dont understand then please send me a message,but i cant interpret everything cause some things u should just have to think by yourself , and it will come to you in time.
To understand my poems easily try to imagine yourself in the characters position literally.
For example:If I say The fire burns on your neck and tears the flesh.Try to imagine it happening  it to you.Then try to think of it as a feeling which is in this case horrible agonizing pain!
Some words are highlighted to tell the reader what the poem or thought is focusing on!
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