Dreaming a dreamWhen the night is just a plain thought of obscuritywhere resides nightmares of solitude and insanity,I look upon the shining stars in the velvet sky and for a brief moment the silence of eeriness was broken with shy.A vibrant symphony sliced in half the skyso I peeked into this crevasse of slyThen the cold breath of the wind shivers my spine and my face was tainted with a ghostly glow of silver line,my doubts,my fears,my dreams;all was defined in this moment of peering,I was dreaming a dream no mortal dared to dream before,I was looking at the face of darknessand all there was to see was only my darkest thoughts,
PrideIn my own name I shelter,I disdain to have any parentsI am the servant of Pride,I won't beg nor demand,For am ashamed of those,I won't stand in the shadow,For am too importantIn Pride I resign It creeps into my every being,And overthrow any humilityFor I do what I listAnd not what others wish
Life that begins in InnocenceLife;…that begins in innocenceBefall the mother of conception,With sweet joy,And lovely moansFor she gave birth to a beingOf sweet smiles,With no knowledge;A being of innocence
Life is a tale of ExperienceLife,A tale of experienceSo much for us mortal,Left in the servitude of sinsTo learn from every actionEither in search of loveOr in search of wealthWe are always on the run,Running behind experience
A pound heavier...Daylight fades away slowly,The day is done while darknessFalls from the wings of NightTo shelter our fearsJust like a feather,Wafted downwardFrom the flight of a crowOur life weighs not much in deathWhile the clock strikes the hour downFrom feeling of longing to sorrowWe burn the midnight oil in griefFor sadness is rusting our heartOnce more, the night fades awayTo let daylight its place,And the play goes on,However, the pain begot yesterdayWeighs a pound heavier today.
WonderlandWaiting to unveil its treasures,Over the realms of reality, this world of hersNurtures the craziest thoughts of our youth.Dreams of a child,Eternally lost in a world of fantasy which starts with a Rabbit running in a meadow to catch the hands of time. Longing for the days of innocence and simplicity,Alice makes her way down the rabbit holeNever looking back while she fallsDown this hole where fair is foul and foul is fair...
Under a funeral seizureMy heart and brain are out of order,I felt like a hearse driving to a cemeteryAll I heard are mourners, to and froEverything kept squashing under death assaultThat sense of bad omen keeps breaking through.Seated are all In that service of despairDrum are only echoing tearsBeating and beating they keep till my thought becomes a beatMy mind goes numb with all these.And then I heard them lift a box of sorrowAnd creek across my soulThen those same boots of lead that bury one six feet deepIn a hole where space began to tollCover my heart with the soil of my sweat and workFor eternity with a gravestone bearing my life
Writing, what does it mean?A function, forming a relationship with society and creation,Language that transcend any barriers, any cultures or civilizations,A sort of eternal print that catches human attentionAnd which links history to humanity,Expression of liberty through restriction and affliction,A tool of communication and understanding,A tunnel of feeling and a domain of creativityThis is my world of meanings for writing…
Echoes of WarWhen the night isn't just boredomBut a faint sickness to liveItinerant,Schizophrenic,Such a phobia engulf the bodyOf the sower of death.Another body hit the ground,Falling under your murderous handViolence breaking silence,With the echoes of guns,Mental aberration strike allFrom enemies to victimsSuch are the soldiers of horrorFighting for honor,Killing for beliefSuch are the ways of warWith its herd of soldiersAlong with their tanks, andtheir bombs and their gunsSuch abomination do they bring thatRivers of tears flow to an ocean ofpain to wash their act of killing.
My Lady of SpicesHair of cinnamon,Arranged in loose, spreading plait of splendour,You bring to my life so much glamour,Lips coloured like the flowers of rosemarySo sensual and flavouring that they marryTo perfection your eyes of auburn,Such a romantic being of aroma you are,With a scent of vanilla hanging aroundMaking my heart skip a beat at your sight,You spice my world with your beauty,You season my soul with your sensuality,While making me love you until eternity. . . .
MoonA light lost in the vacuum of the nightShadowing our sins and covering our dark thoughts,Calling back memories of our childhood storiesOf vampires and witches that terrifiesOur nights and mislead thoughtsLeading to ridiculous fear,Of what really?A simpleMoon!
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