Wednesday, December 17, 2008

KiNg Of ThE CaStLe


The castle on the mountain, with blood filled fountain,

shines in moonlight.

There awaiting for my sight, is the demon's king inside.

As i went through that door, i saw satans bowing on the floor.

While walking towards the throne room,

i realised my soul was bleeding real too soon.

And hanging from that doom, was the angel of my very home.

And what i saw in the hall, was witches dancing like it was a carnival.

Now here i was, seeing the demon in his eyes,

as all my emotions began to die.

And all the demon did was a touch,

changing my being a little too much.

The last thing i remember, i was sitting on that throne,

as my soul combined to the demon's very own.

ExPlOrInG mE 6: aLL hOpE iS gOnE


All hope is gone,

new desires are never born.

All roads meet the end,

as my spirit gets more offend.

All doors remain closed,

every second my breath errodes.

It makes me wonder,

right beneath this thunder.

The crying echo still can be heard in my heart,

the smoke filled in my room lingers in the dark.

And when i go through that sacred phase,

nobody can understand its strange ways.

Where do i go now from here,

running from my shadow which is unclear.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

ExPlOrInG mE: 5. I'm wHaT i'M

The arrow of the evil defies the shield of my soul.
The other haunting spirit found a new paradise in me.
They live like a parasite feeding on their host.
But it turned into a symbiotic nature,
as they feed on my being,
their rushes calms me down,
this makes me feel more at ease, more at the ground.
I stick to my basics and try to play safe with some more acids.
I be alone in the crowd,
I'm the silence in the loud.
I'm the heat of the sun,
I'm the shadow of none.
I'm the loner on the roll,
as i travel towards my goal,
I'm the sailor on the boat,
on the ocean of no port.
I'm the wings of the cool breeze,
that blows untill your blood freeze.
I'm the turbulance in the calm,
I'm cold in the warm.
I'm the light of the dawn,
piercing the darkness of the lawn.
I'm the eagle in the sky,
which soars when it flies.
I'm the beast in the moon,
that never lives in cocoon.
I'm walk on the spartan's sword,
I'm fast like a V-Rod.
I'm the lightning in the thunder,
I do stuff's that makes people wonder.
I'm the reason for poor man's smile,
I'm the reason for devil's exile.
I'm the never ending story,
I live life in glory.
I'm the prayer that you read,
I'm one of my Creed.

ExPlOrInG mE 4: ONE STEP CLOSER TO DEATH

Now if i have to write something, something again stupid, insane what else it could be about but me.
Yes the same me is back,
with hell lots of crap,
i don't mean to rap,
like the old nigga who's fat,
sleeping on the demons lap,
n letting him do his sinful pat.
I wish i could dream but my nightmares turned reality,
n the demon with all his ability
cursed my life to inequality.
Wow, here i go again,
this urge towards the pain,
turns my life like the remaining ashes
after the winter rain.
N when i calculate what i gained,
is the misery courtesy the demons brain,
n the only thing that remains,
is the nicotine in my vein.
i try n chase some more cocaine,
n my mind drifts away from pain,
like the bullet to my satanic brain.
i hide myself down the drain,
suffocating myself till my pulses go all insane,
taking me one step closer to my death all over again.

Monday, November 24, 2008

ExPlOrInG mE 3:- NovembeR NighT

Here i am sleeping on the bed of the thorns,
roses covering me as im a corpse.
Waiting for the sun to show up as i await the dawn.
You know sometimes i wonder what i want out of my life.
There are times when i want everything n sometimes it just doesn't even matters
as if those things doesn't even exist.

They call me confused, may be its just that im still trying to figure out what i'm born for. What's the purpose of my birth, ma existence, my being, my living,
my waking up in the night, my staying here awake tonight.
I try not to smoke another but fall short of a second n took another drag of my 7th smoking stick, its 2a.m n i want to sleep coz i can't face no more of me but insomania prevails my life.
I wanna stop my wandering thoughts but they are vulnerable.
I wanna lead a life just like any other normal person,
but normalcy has changed its meaning for me.
I try to stub the butt of my smoke as asthama calls my life
but in vain coz death is what i seek resort in.

I mean no looser here but just a wish to set myself free, free from myself.
I wanna sleep now have to go to college tommorrow but my souls howls at the moon light, i don't want them. I wanna calm myself down but the blood rushes in their own ground.
My heart seeks forgiveness from the way i am and i wish i could help it
but it ain't in control of myself. I light up again just to become ashes by the dawn but i know it ain't that easy to die, just as all other wishes that never got fulfilled this wish to be in despair.
I try stop writing this but its not me who's making me do it.
My eyes have become sore, my fingers have become numb.
thoughts in my head run awild n i'm trying to be myself but i loose it all to the darkness in me.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

ExPlOrInG mE 2 : ThE PaTh I wAlK


I live alone and i try to grow,
i walk the never ending path alone in darkness
which has been destined to me.
I loose my faith, trust, spiritualism, hope, regard on the way
that it weakens my knees.
The path that i have chosen never seems to get enough of me.
It brings along misery, deceiveness, broken trust, wounded emotions,
unspeakable guilt, unconquered quest, non ventured venues, unheard cries,
longing pain, unfulfilled dreams, never ending desires, streaming tears,
irreplaceable lose, hollow souls, stabbed heart, hidden truth, worthless sacrifice.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

KnowN StrangeR

hi pps, i came up with this piece in the constitution class today... ya u ppl are right the lecture was real boring one. anyways this is how it goes:-

Why do you have to look so pretty every time.
Why its that whenever your eyes meet MINE, i can't feel nothing till that TIME.
Why its that when i see you WALKING, my heart beats stop TALKING.
Why its that when i see the innocence on your FACE, my whole being goes into different PHASE.
And when you talk n your lips MOVE, i could hear nothing but watch them GROOVE.
And whenever i see the smile on YOU, my breathe goes a million mile for YOU.
And when you laugh with all its BEAUTY, all the fairies do their DUTY.
And when there is nothing left to HEAR, just nothing left to say, i wish there could be something to make us STAY.