The rebellion within me.

With revulsion I perceive,

like a soothing melody

from the lips of thy enemy,

the thoughts that gobble me up,

even if I tell them to stop,

seep out the kindness in me,

turn me into someone,

who isn’t me.

Are these thoughts that make me different?

Or are they just a change.

With a solemn glare,

and an infinite silence ,

the thoughts return,

when world warms itself

in duplicitous covers.

The rebellion that I face,

the nothingness in my debate,

in the oblivion of my fate,

my thoughts found a new place.

A place that hides in the darkness,

the place that is seldom revealed,

it nourishes itself with pride,

with justice and evil, all alike.

The place was somewhere inside,

lurking in the depths of my life.

 

These thoughts that define,

my disdain for conformity.

The thoughts that compel,

to give up the silence and rebel.

A glance at my face,

wouldn’t be enough to trace,

the war that surrounds my being.

 

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Or is it?

 

 

 

 

Lukewarm Water.

 

Your love for me,

is water lukewarm.

Felt great at first,

took me by storm.

Reached my depths,

cleansed my soul.

Taken aback was I,

“How do I react”,

thought I.

Your warmth engulfed me,

even before I realized.

“How do I stop myself,

from falling for your talisman…”

Your love for me

is water lukewarm.

felt good for  a moment,

the next it was gone.

Cold it was when

it left my skin,

shivering was I left,

in sudden dark depths,

that gathered me around,

as I poured on my body,

more water lukewarm.

Dreamy eyes.

As I look into your eyes,

my world stands still.

For the silence between us,

stood against the times’ will.

Two souls but one life.

Two hearts but one beat.

Perhaps, it wasn’t meant to be,

but when I look into your eyes,

it is all that I can see.

With my hand I reach your face,

and with my love I embrace,

the sunshine, as if in my arms,

just as the world in a palm.

For more times are to come.

For more unions destined to be.

Let us drown in the dreamy eyes,

where silence speaks

and everything seems right.

Let us sink in sea of oblivion,

far away from rosy paths,

where I hold your hand,

together we rest in peace.

 

Bless me father, for I have sinned.

 

 

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

Atone my crimes,

as I tell you where I have been.

Told the truth fearlessly,

stood by my friends truly.

I remained resolute,

and stood alone.

For I didn’t need anyone

to admire my actions.

Nor do I need approval,

neither any support.

For I was meant to be hurt,

to say what was the truth.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

They ask me why

don’t I follow.

Follow the path of lies,

and not tell the truth.

As I defy their conformity,

refuse to follow my ‘duty’.

But I still say to them,

and still say to their face,

I will stand by truth,

till the end of my days.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

Never would I change for them.

 

The nights’ flower.

The sweet smelling flower,

of the moonlit bower,

watched on a lover,

as silence spreads its cover.

The lover looked on,

the night went on.

Out there in the lovely lawn,

were the first rays of dawn.

Love was unwavering,

Life was halting.

The flower hath no choice,

other than to rejoice,

in last moments of its fragrance,

a step away from a lovers’ glance.

Yet the lovers’ pain never ceased,

‘Twas destined to increase,

for more nights were to come,

and more flowers to bloom.

 

 

The dark heard me.

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It was near. I heard it’s voice.

The silent shrill, the terrible noise.

Out in the dark was something,

I had never seen.

But the problem was,

I didn’t know what it had been.

Some call it the unknown,

demons for others.

But I didn’t know what

took over me and I craved

for the embrace of my mothers’.

The dark and it’s solemn glare,

were enough to tell me,

that the things that you never see

are the most frightening.

When the garb of shadows,

was all around my being,

I realized, perhaps

the dark was an adventure.

Adventure is all we seek,

but it is the dark

that presents the most vagaries

to thee. Hidden in the dark,

might be anything.

The only concern is to

blink and find a new thing.

For the ‘unknown’ will remain

what it is,

when you start to see

every dark patch will

start to tell a story.

Video Game.

What if this world is a video game

All of us attached to chains:

controlled by someone else,

our lives were destined the way

our masters felt.

We fight, we kill, we draw borders.

Love and hate exist alongside.

It seems obvious now,

that the world was in the hands of

someone who has vowed

to make it a balance of

what it is.

Every day is a new level,

and those who seize it

win the extra bonus.

So jump and hop as much as you can

you never know,

what may be your masters’ plan?

But wait a minute and think again!

Don’t follow your master’ terrible intentions.

Instead, break away those chortling chains

and find your freedom that was

taken and wasn’t ever mentioned.

Make your game so inspiring that,

every participant follows your tracks!

Because when your game closes to an end,

it’s not the days you spent

under your masters command that

you’d yearn for, but those

moments of freedom earned

would be the ones you’d

be remembered for.