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.