Day turns the tables And as the night goes,
Picture gets vivid Of friends and foes.
Broken bliss And infinite lies,
Your impaired truths with the murky eyes.
There shan’t be mercy for thee hideous crime,
Just wait & watch for a little more time.
Another dusk And gone is the sun,
You’ll find yourself In a self made prison.
A day so dark And One last supper,
Fairwell my love, I smile, You suffer…
Night begins as I close my eyes,
Thoughts feel lost as the memory rewinds.
Where the nightmares are yet to be woven,
Opens here a gateway to the heaven.
Unleashed here are a thousand spears,
And a mind within thee infinite fears.
Where every thought is gore and shoven,
Opens here a gateway to the heaven.
I’m a unicorn that’s wild and driven,
Of 21 moons and 17 oceans.
Untold – Unheard yet to be known,
Like a dark secret or a mystic beacon.
Night is blind and dawn still seldom,
I march over on my own lost kingdom.
Like a fallen angel or just a wild raven,
Here I enter into gateway to the heaven.
Photograph by : Ojous Bhavsar.
I’m passing through
A long long tunnel
That’s dark and cold
And without a breeze
Shivering with terror
Of committing errors
Getting judged by others
And losing in the favours
Even if I hit
They won’t see a blood
Even if I die
There won’t be any world
This long dark tunnel
Is a never ending story
After a million years
Will still remain a mystery
This agony and pain
And anger and repent
Of thoughts so dark
And a mind without spark
Here I stop
But mind is a stalker
Farewell, my pilgrims
I won’t see you, ever…
My mind is hanging
Like an old lantern
Of whose flame
has set ablazed
a long time ago.
Long before we parted
And far before when
your vivid memories cleared
And fell from my dreamy eyes.
The soul fumed, burnt, charred
And shattered into pieces in this galactic universe of a thousand suns.
Where the demons still dance and purge
And where the thin red line of death & life merge.
Just like the Starry night of Vincent,
I’m sitting in the frame of my mind’s Asylum
Gazing for something into nothing. At all.
But there is still a light.
Somewhere, there’s still a fire.
And where there is life,
There is a hope.
False no matter how it may be…
I hear a music soul & as the violin deepens,
Mind plays thoughts that dance with thy vocals.
Just a four strings, that play entire thing
Who knows maybe, We are a Violin.
With infinite chords and a thousand string,
We don’t know how and who’s playing.
Life take turns as the chords differ,
Love, Joy, Happiness, Pain & Suffer.
Don’t worry eventually all the strings break,
It’s an empty gamble with life at stake.
The music stops and we stop breathing,
Not knowing why someone pulled the wrong string.
Life is a Violin, play it cautiously,
Love it, Live it and Stop happily.
I don’t understand the chords and this mystery…
And far away somewhere, a poet bleeds the poetry…
Demons in my head
That silently cry,
Mind trying to escape
Getting trapped and die…
Where every thought
is violent than thee crime,
And every sin
that glistens and shine…
A moon that’s blur
And out of the sky,
A death hanging around
With a little deep sigh…
Waiting for a light
That’d solemnly arise,
And here my name gets
A glorious happy demise…
As the Sun sets horizon,
And a day turns dark,
Soul cries aloud
On a thorny dried bark.
A place where there’s
no mercy for the sin,
No hope, No light,
No plea and not plight.
Mind with a hole
with thoughts so deep,
I scribble on paper,
People call it creep.
I open eyes
And see a thousand rays,
No moths, No butterflies,
No soil and not skies.
I ain’t laying down,
Am not standing either,
A place so cold
I weep and shudder.
An empty sky
And a shady moon
With a tiny little caccoon.
Here I am,
Under a dark nasty roof,
“Alive! Any Proof??”