Sunday, September 27, 2009

For us...

Beginning of a dazzling story
Emerging as a salient glory

Posing with all new trends
Having sugary spicy blends

Flying far above the ground
Hearing sweet melodious sound

Hearts building up with grins
Surrounding splendor hints

Of years we are to spend
With abandoned gloomy end

Writing off on a sacred stone
To always be on a blessed prone

Breathing with the same lungs
Never to part with broken chunks

And filling fractions with fragrance
Slaying elements of violence

With holding hands for eternity
Having you loved, “your majesty” :)

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Fine turn:

We don’t need the key to get in
We’ll break it and step in

We don’t need the time to stop
We’ll stay still to put up a lock

We don’t want you to care
Our self we’ll find our share

We don’t want you near
We’ll cut the throat, end all fear

We don’t need these smiles
We’ll grab flowers to stack in piles

We don’t want u to pray
We’ll jump high and fray

We don’t want u to hold
We’ll toss the noose to die cold

Love???

Did he mean what he said?
My heart he took to shred

He is not what he pretended
Lies are what he recommended

He lifted up high then threw me down
Smile on face with eyes having frown

His love gave me another side
Indeed trapped me in a ruthless tide

With glee he held my hand
But gloom then he made my land

Delight he made me feel
But they were wounds never to heal

There he took me so high
Revealed was this brutal lie

Dearest are now my eyes
Tears they give me to confide

That love shows the highest sky
Truly it drowns u deep to die

Afternoon discussion:


Afternoon discusses this fine exception
“Seek time to grant affection”

“Slaughter devil to plow Cupid”
“Snub stings to make precision lucid”

“Play rain to wash this flaw”
“Eliminate twinge, fair limit be draw”

“Rotten spawn be fried to death”
“Blow breeze to catch sound myth”

“End tears let truth be strived”
“Gaze high for power to be derived”

“Float away black mark of lie”
“Swell bliss, craft grief to die”

“Pile smiles to dig up ecstasy”
“Bring to life this land of fantasy”

“Hit stones to end all bribe”
“Stab sin, bring worth to life”!

Search Vice



Dive into the rivers of blaze
Sense the whiff of regret and haste

Raise the dumped into seventh heaven
Here is the sin to harvest this devil

Find the ways of wits and rights
Sorry! Leaning to the gates won’t let you drive

Disown the fortune of reality
Discard the insanity of brutality

Find the place to drain the seather
Enter dungeons to shred this feather

Dive into the rivers of flame
Sense the whiff of regret and haste

Monday, February 9, 2009

Limpidness of life:

Win the sound of fertility
Religion, access of ecstasy

Rhythm of lies comes to choke
Recognize, let’s take the oath

Fight the battle of sincerity
Come to lord, He’ll show legitimacy

Rip fowl land of dirt
Let’s lash the hand of flirt

Rally round to build up wise.
Seal gravel, reach paradise

Believe this candor is rife
Fly into the limpidness of life

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Healing Therapy

In proximity to do the justice
Strengthen twinge to heal the restive

Part this pain from the peer of realm
Redeem all gloom to hold your gem

Kiss high brows of delight
Stop; lose this battle of pride

Hold your breath, just stand beside
Smash this violin, lock inside

Tear into the fragments of niche
Convert to black under coat of preach

Twist fake to reach the crown
Face of lies, is our town.
They deny what I aspire
Vile is what they desire

With life they want to play
Their hearts have turned to clay

Indeed they utterly loose
Truth they never wish to choose

They surly crave to win
But all they worship is sin

What they cry; is total lie
Yet they aspire to be high

They falsely reveal pure truth
Then they long for ripened fruit

They swell dark, cease white
Blinding witty stars of night

For them there’s only black
To limpidness is their back

They chop wings of dove
Then slaughter innocence of love

For them, unbroken is hate
They cunningly harvest their fate

They claim love has born
But all they sow, is a thorn

No way can trust come close
Died has this bloomed red rose

Land of Gloom


Jingle of life, vanished and forsaken
Eco and glow, frayed and taken.

Song of love, died in pain
Birds that hum, gone in vain

Trees with shadows, lost their pride
Flowers in meadows, broken and dried

Bees in hustle, toasted in hatred
Honey that’s golden, perished and faded

Wind that blows, changed its direction
Water that flows, starved of attention

Sun with reflection, has no blaze
Moon with magic, ended its craze

Bones and graves, stacked in piles
Land of gloom, bears no smiles.

Emerging Sin

Swinging cradle of sleep
Pleasure crawling creep

Ruby covering the sky
Wings denying to fly

Minds clogging to deadness
Fingers coming to numbness

Wicked emerging out
Sinister beginning to shout

Wrapping loop of snooze
Breath loosing with noose

Minds being wounded
This foul being routed