Paint It Black

Paint It Black

With the moon beaming it's light, 
Down upon the people,
Trying to find its way through the dense fog,
With a Tyndall effect through the long December night.

Hiding in the woods he stood,
Gazing at the starry night,
Trying hard to focus his mind, 
On looking for a way out. 

As the night grows darker, 
The time starts ticking slowly, 
Slowly staggering through the riverside edge,
Dragging his body in search for his soul. 

Being cut out from the world had been a plan,
Yet something had offset it, 
As she enters the woods again,
The long lost soul inside him seems to fight back. 

Long since he had left his own personal hell,
Trying to find that glimmer of hope,
Struggling to find a path that would grant him his redemption,

Finally he saw a way out. 

With the mutilated cadaver that he roamed around with,

Being thrown into the Mystic river,

His eyes meets the evil 

That he was searching forever.

Don't Let Go

Don't Let Go

As the sun sets near the horizon,

I sit and wonder about the path that I have travelled, 

To be here where I am today, 

And the landmines which had to be sidestepped. 

The thirst of power is something that changes a man,

From a nice guy next door to a punk who rules the streets, 

Yet there is something that people never know about power, 

Which happens to be the moments lost.

I tried hard to never let my emotions ever get the best of me, 

Being broken once for me was enough I thought, 

Until I laid my eyes on you, 

Working relentlessly in order to prove something.

That moment was the first time I lay awake, 

Lost in the eyes and the smile that you had, 

An uncertain depth they had like the deepest trenches of the earth,

Making me question myself. 

Drifting away in a wave of emotions,

Landing up near the shore, 

Only to be hallucinating your face, 

You were like an angel sent to destroy me.

Like a bullet straight to the heart, 

I fell down as a heap in front of you,

Breaking all the shackles that I had, 

Only to see you vanished.

It is a little too late,

But can you save me? 

With my vision bleak, 

And no one there to help me. 

Collapsing down as if I was hit by thunder,

Nothing but your memories left in my life, 

If only I could freeze time before you leave my side, 

So now as my body lays down, 

Just don't let go of my heart, 

As all I can think about is being besides by the shadow by your side.

The Throne

The Throne

Looking past the crowd of clergymen and royals, 

Who look at me while I sit on the throne,

Wondering of what the future beholds, 

The gaze of a million looking past the soul of the person who sits on the throne. 

The throne that is placed in the courtyard, 

Looks past the extent of its rule, 

With a history as glorious and rich,

Trying to maintain the aspirations of a million that are governed by it.

A family that not only governs the weak, 

But protects it from the invaders that come bearing swords and bombs,

From a ground full of turmoil did the king drive the nation away from,
Bring in not only the fortunes and laurels of bravery but a heritage for it's successors to pass.

A country that has been tied together by the blood and sweat,

Of people who stood guard at the ports and the grounds of the royal kingdom,

But then did a great war come, 

Shaking the very foundations of the countries near the kingdom.

After a gruelling battle that I had administered,

A country that was changing,

Since the havoc of my brother's abdication,

To the crisis that world had witnessed.

I stood there looking past the ground, 

Towards the farthest end of the land, 

With a drift of the cigarette that I smoke,
I sleep for a time that I now deserve without the weight of crown and sceptre.

With my daughter now walking down the abbey,

Being watched from kings who now grace their thrones in heaven,

Readying her shoulder for the burden of the duty that now awaits her,

I walk along by her side invisible to her sight.

She sits on the throne which I once graced,

Taking the solemn oath that I had taken,

With she being anointed by the holy oil on her hands, chest and head,

I see the weight of the country that she now wears with pride.

My soul now ready to grace a throne,

Kept vacant in the land of the dead,
I sit with my peers and friends,

Watching the new queen from the skies above.

Unsteady

Unsteady

At the cliff, 

Where the sun was bidding farewell, 

The moon behind me was peeking behind the hills, 

Looking at me as if it was asking me questions about me being there. 

Sitting there looking past the dusty hills,

Wondering about nothing but you, 

It was eerily quiet that night when I first met you, 

Sitting all by yourself crying your eyes out.

The streak of hair kissing your cheeks, 

And you trying to move it away,

Just peering through the skies,

With your eyes asking questions to god. 

The cold night made you shiver up, 

With the mink coat rendered useless, 

Just walking down the street,

Trying to keep your composure. 

But you looked like a raging storm ready to engulf a ship, 

Trying to somehow find an avenue of hope, 

With me just grabbed by an imaginary lasso of your innocence,

Followed you like a shadow. 

With the raindrops dripping your soul in sin, 

You sit near a cafe like a lost puppy looking for a master, 

Looking around and then transfixed your gaze at me, 

Trying to reason with the fact of me following you. 

Asking me to sit besides you, 

Holding you close to heal the broken heart, 

Trying to keep you warm that chilly night, 

Giving the unsteady rocky soul a shore to rest by,

With you sleeping in the car parked besides the road, 

I sit and talk to the hills,

To find a way to guide you past the broken boulevard of your dreams,

And with that calm baby face you smile and cuddle me up, 

Looking back at the life we left behind and waiting for the snowed roads of our ice cold heart melt open. 

Freedom Fall

Freedom Fall

What was it in the winter winds, 

That brought back a plethora of memories,

Peering through the fog, 

Was a reflection from the past.

All I could see was a ghost,

Ready and waiting for me,

Looking through my soul, 

As if he is checking my strength.

Slowly the mist covered my mind, 

Unleashing the deepest fears hidden in my mind,

Reminding me of who I was, 

And what I have now become.

From the man who had never given up,

To a mere cadaver of my failures,

Yet I stand proud of who I am, 

And the laurels that I have accomplished. 

There was someone, 

Who entered my life, 

Breaking me beyond repair, 

Denting my soul and mind. 

She was just a tormentor,

Who had a sole purpose of making me well up,

To my feelings and hand her my heart on a silver platter,

Only for me to later on repent on my decision. 

Just as she vanished from my life,

Taking away a part of my soul, 

Suffocating me in the pit of my emotions,

Leaving me for the dead. 

That whole winter, 

My soul was hibernating, 

Dreaming about the memories we shared,

The stolen kisses beneath the starry skies. 

It has been a long time,

Since I lost myself in the whirlpool of emotions,

After years of travelling on the scorched earth,

I sit today watching the winter fall down, 

And with the ghost of my past I see my breath go down,

A freedom too long for which I waited. 

A freedom too late for my soul.

Ice Princess

Ice Princess

Almost like everything she did,

There was something that ticked her off, 

From a soul that was the life of the party, 

She became just another face in the crowd.

Never had anyone seen a girl like her, 

A voice which could send chills down the spine, 

With a heart of gold waiting that defined her character, 

Searching on a lonely path for a companion to help her reach her destination. 

It used to be a world of sorrows and pain, 

While she used to live in a world of her own, 

There was a soul that was mesmerised by her,

But always kept her at a distance. 

He would just be around her without her knowing his presence, 

Like a ghost he used to be present in the crowd, 

Waiting for her to notice him, 

And then walk down the path alongside her. 

Yet something was just not right,

The air around her was reeking of death, 

From a chirpy nightingale, 

She was now just a raven of death.

All he could now do was worry about her,

and think if she was worth him.

When the world had left her to be on her own,

Masks of the people changing to show her the reality of the world. 

Never has life been so unfair to him,

Like that day,

When his every ounce of flesh that he had sacrificed, 
To keep her in the light of life. 

Yet the Devil took the best of him, 
From the lines of the white powdery hell, 
He had held her by her beautiful wrists, 
And just with one swift flow, 
He had left a mark on them forever. 

As the blood starts to flow from her veins, 
The pearl white floor becomes red,
With life fading from her eyes, 
All he could say was goodbye. 

Dream On

Dream On

While the world was crying over lost souls,

Bombs setting off in every place,
Buried in the rubble, 
Were not a hundred corpses but a hundred dreams and hope. 

Down in the basement of his half broken home,
Brushing past the jagged edges of what seemed to be a cabinet, 
He takes out his diary and suitcase, 
Fleeing from the very idea of survival in this ghost town. 

On the other side of the planet, 
There was a house in the green prairie fields,
With a patio gazing at the beautiful sunrise,
Woke up a face which was like a flower after the first monsoon rain. 

She was like a girl that was described in a Nicholas Sparks novel, 
One smile from her would make the whole world spellbound to her, 
She never was beautiful but there was something about her that mystified people,
Only waiting for a moment to cast her magic upon someone. 

Just when he had lost faith in human emotions, 
He had to stumble by her doorway, 
As if god had forgiven him,
For the sins that he was being punished for. 

From the ruins of the tormentors, 
To the city of angels, 
He had travelled a thousand miles, 
To be awestruck by the angel waiting by the door. 

From a few days to eternity, 
They had decided to spend it together,
From broken dreams to destroyed soul,
She had brought him back hope and life, 
And he had to just dream on.

Destiny

Destiny

Often we have heard,

People saying it was destiny's choice,

Whenever something happened, 

Not knowing the reason why it happened.

What if destiny was never your friend, 

Just for a second you just look back at your life again,
Wondering if everything you had done was just a part of a big plan,
Or if you were just a part of an even bigger act.

I never believed in destiny, 
Never did I believe in it till I encountered you, 
Funny isn't it?
The one thing that you never believed your entire life, 
Is the one that makes you think about life in a new light.

I always was a fan of timing,
Fantasised about the very concept,
About how we humans were so dedicated to the imaginary image of good,
And how we were just blinded by our faith in it.

She was just like the midsummer moonlight breeze,
Cool and pleasing for everyone to fall for her, 
Those eyes which were just like peals lost in the depths of the ocean, 
Just saw through my soul and in a heartbeat won me over. 

Gradual meetings just became the moment of the day when I felt alive, 
Was this what people called destiny or was it just a coincidence, 
Never could I figure it out, 
Only thing being that the more time I spent with her. 

The more slavish I was to her contagious smile, 
Leaving me deep in love, 
With you being the one thing which now completes me,
Driving my soul forward just to make you proud of me.

I always was a fan of timing and not destiny, 
But ever since she came, 
This unsolvable enigma life, 
Seems to have unravelled to me.

One of the most misunderstood souls, 
Might be destined to be with her, 
Strange it is about life, 
That when you have rescinded your faith in something, 
It finds a medium to reinstate your faith back into it.  

Redemption

Redemption

As he lit his final cigarette from his box, 

He stood near the balcony, 

Looking as far as his eyes could see, 

Trying to fend off his mind from the ghost of his past. 

With each puff that he let go, 

It seemed like a load off his shoulder,

Trying to see past the smoke into his fate, 

Just trying hard to undo a mistake that made him this way. 

With a heart as big as the Grand Canyon, 

All he wanted to do was to keep the people that mattered happy, 

Not knowing what would it cost him,
Or even if the people were worth it.

Just when he thought he had everything sorted,
His life went down a downward spiral,
Never could he have believed,
That his soul could have been bought.

One small mistake did put him through a lot of trouble,
With his heart ripped out from his soul,
As per the deal that he had made
Searching the land for a shelter.

Lucifer had done well to train his minions,
Preparing them to be his agents of mischief,
And us humans to be his victims,
Selling our souls for the worldly pleasures.

I did the same with her,
Trying hard to make myself a part of her life,
Playing whatever card was possible to get a chance to spend some time with her,
Only to realise that he had to rat out his friend.

So was her charm that he had done whatever she asked,
From the sacred secrets to the facts that no one knew,
He was his friends aide only to turn into the first hammer strike that knocked him down,
Worried of what he had done,

Trying hard to undo his mistake,
Only to see that there is no going back,
With a crumbled sou of his dreams and desires in his hand,
A tear was the only thing that he could shed.

When everything else failed,
He met a person who was lost,
In the very maze of life,
Just as it seemed a sign to redeem himself.

As he today becomes the a man greater than me,
I sit at the backseat,
Just waiting for them to see me through,
To see the road to redemption I had to go through.

As I today stand in the balcony,
Smoking my last cigarette,
Thinking about the things I had to go through,
To buy my soul back from Lucifer. 

If I Could Read Your Mind

If I Could Read Your Mind

A silent night with nothing but the moon beaming right upon us,

Holding you from behind and gazing the starry night sky, 

Wondering about how my life would have turned out, 

If I would have never crashed into you. 

Just like a Nightingale singing in the forest, 

I could hear you from my apartment, 

Only to my surprise, 

To see you looking at me. 

From awkward glances to casual hellos, 

Our fate was entwined with each other, 

To cross paths whenever any of us failed, 

To pick ourselves together and to fall in love. 

As today I hold you in my arms, 

Only to be lost in the seas of your eyes, 

Wishing if I could read your mind, 

Just to read your thoughts and relive the tales behind them together. 

Like a maniac stranded in sea for survival,

Trying hard to find a shore to live on, 

Searching from horizon to horizon, 

Just to reach a place where he could die.

If I could read your mind, love, 

Would you have made me a part of your life, 

And never leave me to be like a ghost, 

Cursed to live in world without everything it loves. 

With you caressing my hair,

Looking at me intently, 

Assuring me that everything I worry about is gone, 

Lost in a time before us. 

Brushing my lips with hers, 

Putting the last piece of the puzzle, 

Which was the picture of my life,

She was an artist and I was her canvas. 

The Long Goodbye

The Long Goodbye

The table in front of him was trashed, 

With papers and files laying around, 

With the dustbin with burning papers, 

Sat there a man kneeling down. 

Wondering where did he get wrong, 

From the star performer to the star failure, 

A journey from the top of the mountain, 

To the depth to ocean, 

He did whatever was right for the job, 

Sacrificing his life for the world full of paper towers and pen stacks, 
Breaking down every point of limitations 
Only to find a way to excel in his art. 

He did everything to provide her a life of satisfaction, 
A life of no complaints, 
For him she completed him, 
The only fault of his was that he forgot her. 

While trying to make himself, 
He forgot the main thing that made him who he was, 
It was not the stack of money in his bank or the expensive ride outside his house, 
It was nothing but her. 

She was the only one who had his back, 
Only to be realised that it was only one person in that relationship,
She tried to be with him, 
Reason with him destroying his world of myths and workaholic lifestyle.

Denting his life into a million pieces,
Trying to rebuild his life but it was just a menace,
Only to find him to be a brittle soul,
And she was not the glue to hold them together.

Just what they thought was a mere cadaver, 
And a worthless effort to resuscitate it,
She left him to be better only to see him fall, 
From the world of heaven he fell to the scorched land of hell. 

Only to see the world around him collide, 
And crumble down to their very foundations, 
Then he found a letter from her, 
Only to say him a long goodbye.

Teardrops from the Sky

Teardrops From The Sky

Life at a stand still, 
Everything around him just tearing apart, 
Just as a ship engulfed in a storm,
His heart was breaking apart, 

The man who had everything, 
Felt like the man who lost his biggest possession,
His biggest strength was just his worst weakness, 
In a whirlpool of memories that he is a victim of.

Her memories now have taken him as their captive, 
Beautiful she was and brutally honest were her thoughts,
He had lost his heart in a split second, 
Knowing that his life would now only revolve around her. 

Everyday he worked hard to be the man she wanted, 
Being ruthless at his business, 
Diplomatic at his best and a fixer when he wanted to be,
With her around he used to be himself. 

She found the shy little kid inside him, 
Making him feel alive every now and then,
Giving him all the love in the world, 
Pampering the little kind inside him. 

Who had a clue that the very kid she pampered, 
Was just a ghost from his life, 
Buried deep inside all the hate that made him, 
His biggest pillar would collapse underneath his reality. 

She left him the very moment what she thought was the right time, 
Not knowing that how she would destroy him, 
In an attempt to save him, 
She took away his heart and burnt his memories. 

Stripping him of his life, 
Leaving him during his struggles with life, 
Not knowing what he was enduring from his past, 
Forgetting her was easy but the memories that now haunted him were forever. 

Breaking himself again, 
Destroying everything that was a reminder of her memory, 
Slashing his body to be filled with scars, 
And getting her out of his system was his task. 

As the clouds settled in, 
Wreaking havoc on the world as it is, 
With the last drop of rain,
His eyes twinkled for the last time.

As he coughed his blood, 
He knew she would see him, 
With one last step forward from him on the ledge, 
Bleeding from his wrists. 

He jumps with a smile on his face, 
And his eyes with a little tear, 
In an instance she glances up, 
To see the teardrops from the sky. 

The Voice

The Voice

The voice still ringing in his ears,

Still the roaring rage hidden inside of him,

Screamed at a decibel that only the animals could hear 

Breaking everything that he had built,

A man who had lived his life for his science, 

Trying to find ways to make the world a better place, 

Humble than any human being alive, 

Soft spoken and always had a kind gaze whenever he looked. 

Studying everyone that passes him,
As if he is trying to remember someone from the crowd,
Trying to make sure if that face is there in reality,
Or just a figment from his imagination.

With his eyes turning black as if the devil had possessed his soul,
He wandered throughout the town,
Wreaking every soul from the face of the earth,
Trying hard to find someone to control him

She stood there in fear,
Looking at the mayhem that he had left behind,
From the man he once was,
To a monster that he had become.

Her heart was always in his hands,
The life that they had created,
Was left in shambles,
The eyes still had those lost expression as if they were asking her for help.

Destroying every bit of life,
That he had built for her,
Just in search for her to hold him down,
And bring him back to life,

She couldn't resist living life,
Knowing that he would live in misery and rage forever,
As if he was asking her to resurrect his soul,
Only to wonder if she was the one who would only keep him in control.

She pulled him up towards her,
Trying to control his staggering steps,
Only her voice now breaking through the barriers of his rage,
But he never knew that the knife would pierce him through.

She pulled him off from his misery,
And he was right to know,
That no matter how powerful his rage was,
Her eyes would be dangerous than his angered soul.

Singing him a lullaby,
With a lone tear dropping from her eye,
Asking him to forgive her,
Because with his soul she can't survive,
As the monster in him was slayed,
He looked at her with his lifeless eyes,
Sometimes love is not what saves you,
Sometimes it is the one that destroys you 

When You Say Nothing At All

When You Say Nothing At All

Watching you sleep tonight, 
Underneath the sheet of stars, 
With the moonlight kissing your cheeks, 
Lucky I am to see this sight. 

My heart gallops on the field of love. 
Like a Gazelle leaping around in happiness, 
I try to control myself, 
Looking at you with tears of love in my eyes. 

Wondering if you were true or a figment of my imagination, 
Eyes enormous enough that can captivate my soul,
Looking right at me just being wonderful as you are,
Forcing me to just sit there and look at you all day long.

As you just smile there, 
With those beautiful looking curves that the world has ever seen, 
Making my world just hover around those lips which teases my heart out, 
Only to make me realise how beautiful you look. 

The quiet glimpses that you take while I sleep, 
Caressing my hair and just looking at me and doing nothing, 
Just sharing the moisture from my cheeks and gifting me a lipstick stain as a morning surprise, 
With you around in my life just being a gift from life to spend my eternity with. 

All I am left is at a loss of words, 
When I see you spreading your magic around my heart, 
Doing nothing just blitzing with my heart, 
To make me fall in love with you every single day.

 I can see you speak your heart, 
When the world is shouting in front of you, 
You speak the loudest, 
When you say nothing at all. 


You being the most magnificent creation,
Is what completes my identity, 
Your company is what makes my heart tick, 
And you my love is all that my soul can ask for  

"Et Tu, Love"

Et Tu

The thunderous night, 

Accompanied with the clouds which carry the messengers of god, 

Trying to sound an alarm to the world of the troubles soon to come, 

Was it a nightmare or a figment of her imagination. 

He used to trouble her heart, 

Occupying a spot in her noble heart, 

Just slowly poisoning her with his memories, 

Flooding her mind with his thoughts. 

Like a strobe in the night, 
You hover in her dreams, 
Only to be tormented with the guilt, 
That threw you away from her life. 

A conspiracy with god watching from above, 
Was hatching from the egg of unfaithfulness, 
As she met with him after a long time,
With her heart on her sleeve and his dagger in his hand. 

With one profuse blow, 
His heart became a victim, 
With a gash as deep as the Grand Canyon, 
And blood seeping as the gushing stream in the ocean.

His trust broken and his pride hurt, 
Stood tall at first only to be decimated, 
With the person who he trusted the most,
Was the one who killed his spirit. 

As she tries to forget the nightmare, 
That she lived, 
The ghost from the memories still haunt her, 
Her hands are blood soaked and her soul is broken. 

Who she thought were her friends, 
Turn out to be her foe, 
As the dagger is in her hands, 
With his dried blood giving it a rustic colour. 

His voice now echoes in her ears,
With his eyes welled up as he say she raised her hand,
"Et Tu love" was all he could mouth, 
The phrase now is like a reminder to her. 

She touches her dagger to her skin, 
Waiting for his ghost to come back to her, 
And watch as life drains away from her eyes, 
The blood now paints her apartment,
And her heart now beats like his forever.  
  
  

Apart

Apart

With the rustling of the leaves, 

And the heavy summer winds flowing, 

In the middle of the night, 

Throwing every particle of dust with disdain. 

With us engulfed in fury, 
Trying to fight one another, 
With you trying to show off your villainous brilliance, 
While I sit across you just to send you away. 

You look me with your loony eyes, 
Waiting for me to make the first move, 
Only to make me suffer my first defeat, 
Forcing me to find a way out to bring you down. 

Who knew that the game of cat and mouse, 
Can bring us close and understand each other, 
The life we live had just took a different turn, 
And as I trade a life for your freedom. 

The two black holes now have collided, 
With you saving my life by killing the only witness that could send me away, 
Just out of awe and the need for my acknowledgement, 
Clearing my name and taking the fall for me. 

What is this between us? 
This weird thing that we have, 
This misguided love is enough, 
To make us fall into a vortex. 

All we do is just consume souls, 
And crush it beyond existence, 
But what is it about us, 
That we are the one standing alone. 

With us armed, 
Standing at the edge of the cliff and the guns facing the other, 
Only a small window to shoot and poof the one is gone forever,
But who knew that it would be me hanging on, 
Just to the very thing that brought me here.

Those lifeless eyes that now see me bleed away into a different world, 
See us metamorphosing into an aggravated phenomenon, 
Trying to tear everything apart, 
Just to realise that it is the evil that makes us different. 
Like the enigma I stood and you being the paradox,
This is what makes us apart.   

Man In The Mirror

Man In The Mirror

Final seconds to what I see as my demise, 

The blood spilled around the floor, 

Bullet holes telling a tale of its own, 

With the silence being darker than the darkest hour of the night. 

Bodies piled up as a mountain, 

Waiting for the scavengers to nibble it away, 

Laying here in waste with carnage all around I think, 

Was it really worth it? 

Trusting a soul which was pure, 

Only to blame him responsible for the breach, 

Rejecting every evidence of his innocence, 

Forcing him, pushing him to the limit where he loses his sanity. 

She neglected her heart, 

Considering his kind-hearted innocence, 

As a façade which he used to fool innocent damsels, 

Breaking the very character that once defined him. 

Tormenting his life, 

By reminding him of the mistake that he never committed, 

Only to become the pole bearer for his soul, 

Leaving a cadaver for the world to witness. 

With his pure soul now reeking of alcohol, 

His life surrounded by the white syringe which he calls life, 

It was just a ticking time bomb in the making, 

Up till that night, life was just the same for him. 

But his mind had another game for him, 

Loading his Berretta only to strike down his maker for once and for all, 

Shooting in his haze of coke infused vision, 

Aiming at everything in sight only to be struck down. 

With the shots delivered to the right address, 

And the smell of blood hitting his nostrils, 

He realised the remaining torturer left in the midst of the carnage, 

it was the man in the mirror. 

That eerie silence was disrupted, 

With a shot that made a statement, 

He fell on the floor like a rag doll, 

Bleeding the venom in him,

Tainting the world with his ghastly act, 

Fell the reflection of the man in the mirror.  

Verdict

Verdict

Sitting here wondering my life, 

Oblivious to the world that surrounds me, 

The clock is all I am hearing, 

And every second that passes my breathing becomes heavy. 

When did things turn to such a picture, 

That led us to be surrounded by these four walls,

Making the world question my intentions that fateful night, 

Framing a picture after picture of everything what happened between us. 

The darkness was everything that we fell for, 
Neglecting the light that we emitted when we were together, 
Avoiding the signs that told us to leave each other alone, 
From a magic potion to venom our love had taken a turn to the storm. 

Breaking us apart for good, 
Only to connect us as parents, 
Yet that small twinkle in your eyes, 
Made my heart collapse. 

Just like a fairy tale we came together, 
Only to see if it would be love that remains forever, 
Or if the hatred had captivated it's first victim, 
Up till that fateful night we were together like a torn photograph. 

With a small gash to your neck, 
Decapitating you just for a sadistic pleasure stood the demon upon you, 
Severing all the veins in your body to bleed out the hatred, 
Caressing you as you take your final sleep. 

The Black and Whites gathered around the home that we once had, 
Seeing the gore outside the house of our memories, 
Nabbing me from my slumber, 
To make me witness the crime that I may have committed. 

Presenting me to the world as your violator, 
Without knowing the truth, 
An year has passed away with you haunting me in my nightmares, 
My fate secured on a piece of paper that the group of your peers holds today.

Forcing me to ponder if I ever did it or was it the demon inside me, 
With each second the world looks at my face, 
Eyes red, a beard unkept and the invisible stain of disgrace, 
The verdict was sealed on my fate, 
If I could ever breathe in the open or will I be able to breathe alongside you.  

Shaurya

Valour(Shaurya)

Everyday a few wake up from their slumber,

Wondering the value that life holds for them,
Some do understand their roles,
While some choose to stay asleep. 

The souls that are their to protect us, 
Irrespective of what caste, creed, colour or religion we belong to, 
Never have they seen their faces ever before,
Put their lives on the line for us, 

Is this the valour that they talk about?
What about those who use their authority, 
Just to bring control to a troubled city, 
With peace and brotherhood being the epitome of progress. 

The ones who use brute force and disregard the very foundation of a nation, 
Only to bring in a life which is disciplined, 
With only fear dripping down the eyes of the innocent, 
Looking into their eyes and getting lost in the darkness that it hides. 

This is valour for some and dictatorial for the rest, 
Wiping the innocence away from the lives of the people, 
The uniform which they wear has an insignia of their being, 
Bringing havoc upon those who don't fear. 

They think it is valour that they fear them, 
While the reality is them fearing the demon that wears them. 
Valour is not just protecting people, 
It is the spirit inside the man that can do anything to protect those who can't protect themselves.Even fight his own. 
This is Valour, This is Shaurya.  

Battle Scars

Battle Scars

Blood seeping through the openings, 

With the skin breached by the knives of treachery and dishonesty, 

The veins gashed for the soul to break free, 

Cracking the very soul which had been the definition of strength. 

Friendships and relationships were sacred for me, 

Pledging loyalty to them irrespective of who they are,

Who had a whiff of danger that was sure to devastate us,

Blinded by the love and loyalty I had for them. 

With life being unpredictable,

Friends turning against you,

Planning and plotting against you, 

Only to bring you down. 

The ones I loved are now the ones who hate me, 

With me being the most vulnerable around her, 

Making her one of the conspirator, 

Breaking my soul into a million fragments. 

The strength within me loosening up, 

Giving them a look at the chunk in my armour, 

She stood there looking at me with love in her eyes, 

Only to stab me in the back. 

With eyes wide open, 

In utter dismay at the friends that I lived for, 

The girl that meant my life breaking me for them, 

Turning out to be the first one to stab me in the back. 

While putting my sieved body in the grave, 

My friends turn up with their blood soaked hands, 

To bid me farewell one more time,

Throwing the dirt with spit on my body. 

With the rusting souls entrapped in their bodies, 

Only to see them smiling at my plight, 

Bidding each other farewell, 

From a man the world feared only remained a cadaver with a million cuts.