I gazed through the window sill,
pondering on the starlets of midnight.
With crickets griming through the night,
my partisan eyes waited for hue of light.

There in,
like the foliage embellishes the autumn might,
I sought on the crevices of my mind,
where all the deeds were indited with time.
Somewhere still,
my sight always followed the morbid skies.

Then , amidst the hymns of silent night,
I heard “Zephyr” swaying from the Northern land,
and hurled some words of respite on my recluse mind.
With this, I tried to redeem my mortal life
And beyond the horizons, I witnessed a hazel light

I wait in this empty castle of might,
where only the machines quiver by night.
I heard the void in my frantic mind
humming the fear of ‘Darkness’ in my eyes

You followed me in every lane of time,
As you have already read my rancid fright,
I always hear thy obscure foot steps behind,
And now, the pall will soon enshroud on my mind.

When I was a child,I heard many folklore,
where the hag mutilated the child for gore.
Still , even I dread thee, “Morbid night”
and with thy shadow, ‘Darkness’ still reigns my mind.

With thee gaining pace and strides,
I raced down the woods,without thy glance
And in scourge, I slumped into the vale,
Now, I am submerged in this cold bane
where my breathes are clasped by you,
Fear of ‘Darkness’, Fear of ‘Night’.

Deliverance

I gazed through the window sill,
pondering on the starlets of midnight.
With crickets griming through the night,
my partisan eyes waited for hue of light.

There in,
like the foliage embellishes the autumn might,
I sought on the crevices of my mind,
where all the deeds were indited with time.
Somewhere still,
my sight always followed the morbid skies.

Then , amidst the hymns of silent night,
I heard “Zephyr” swaying from the Northern land,
and hurled some words of respite on my recluse mind.
With this, I tried to redeem my mortal life
And beyond the horizons, I witnessed a hazel light

Charades of Darkness

Silhouette of dreams,
she thought embarked in her life,
while she was still mourning her past behind.
She tried to cherish the charades of life,
But all she was left with apathy inside.

“Crone” other beldams addressed,
and acknowledged her with a murky smile.
And then they turned to the Midland woods,
for cutting down the logs of bitterness
to ablaze her for purging their grim lives.

Then the ominous night descended,
And the only thing gleamed,
was the luminous bulge in the sky.
But predators shrouded the shimmering light.
And the hags arrived,
with sadism and fire torches in their hands.

There she was standing in the woods,
under the labyrinth twigs of another life.
She was encircled in a noisy fray,
And the beldams beleagured her fate.

And the dawn ascended,
eclipsing the morbidity of yesternight.
Even the crimson rays,
felt the warmth of her smoldered ashes.
While the crones uttered,
the charades of the new dame in the hamlet.

April’s Wing

In my backyard,
When we were teens,
we build the sand castles of life.
till the time we witnessed the horizons of sea.

I still remember,
Whenever I gazed your hazel eyes,
I found a glint like a star in shimmering skies.
And every time I whispered something
I remember your quiet smile.

Then,
Once we tried to cross the unceasing shores,
even without bidding a goodbye.
But still sometimes I feel.
Even I know, you longing for me.

Yesterday when I crossed the lane,
I found the same glint amidst many eyes.
And when I was still reflecting on my sepia dreams,
you smiled and your eyes uttered me everything.

I still revel the yesterday’s light,
And I flutter my April wings in the air.
you alighted the flickering hope in my life
As you whispered through your incandescent eyes.

Joker

Looking back in the sepia dreams,
I found someone in the memory lane.
Sand villas carved by many tiny hands,
were guarded by hands of HIS beatified myth.
He paved the way of decimating grieves,
and kissed our souls with the blithe smile.
He endowed our lives with his motley words,
and japed around with himself,
veiling the slit of varied colors behind.

For every pack of cards there’s one joker,
and We are the part of many such packs.
Like the joker,
try to win the minds of many grim lives
And you always, would ace your destiny
leaving the rues of life behind.

Once I met the atheist,in the by lanes of forlorn dreams.
And I heard his Midas words.
It struck my sight with the heart of Gold,
As he was destined to meet me once.
And I was HIS pawn to ride his words.

Then I tried to envy his mind,
He had the prowess to know his own fate.
And even the gory days were in his mine,
but he never stooped on anyone's fate.
Then I realized the truth of being the  A ‘Theist’
The slothfulness of my mind,
to blame the lame that never existed.
I toiled for the gluttony of many needs,
while he still flaunted only on his own destiny.

Resurrection

I wander in the woods of grime
to refrain from the fear of time.
I see the barbarians marching the east,
and let the sun never to rise.

I hear the hymns of the partisan eyes,
waiting for the dawn to defy this time.
And when I look in her solemn eyes,
She veils her fear with the hope of some divine.

I hear the carillons chime the songs of Yuletide,
and I hear the knell hymning death from the grave.
I feel the aversions of many feeble minds,
And averments of many wilted fiends.

Still,
Many succumb to find their truth of existence,
Even I am the pawn of this vicious time.
But I can’t be fugitive of this encircled fate.
Avenge, resurrect for the war of Righteousness,
Rise beyond this diabolic time.
And grapple your fate with your own hands

The Last Rejoice

I see the fear in my wandering sights,
As the time has unleased the dreaded night.
Death has commenced to shroud on the minds,
As I wait for HIM to pall the face of mankind.

Rejoice!!!
We are only the pawns of HIS game, 
And the dooms has just commenced,
wait till His spirits tames
the pillagers of this night.

I hear the hymns of the parsons
veiling under the roof of ruined shrines.
And I see the cadavers marching towards the NORth,
to char many conssecrate edifices.

Rejoice!!!
Our fate is only endowed by HIS meeds,
As the only night descends,
when we can redeem our time
And atone the deeds of our past mights.

I hear the still waters of the grim runnel,
Where only the gore and HIS shadow shimmers tonight.
But still tranquil is the night,
Yearning for the Lord of Death rise in time.