Monday, August 13, 2012


Just so lovely as it looks, sounds or feels
The rains falling down from the darkest skies
Insanely pouring down on me, drowning me.
The unholy exorcism bleeding into me.

The fearsome militants that strike me
Storms blowing the tide that fight me
Lost in the trail of the brightest paths
Is the Black Pearl of my greatest desires

Deserted I stand on an island alone
Stranded by my ship, my crew, my men
With just the single bullet in my gun
and my palms holding a bottle of rum

The sea beasts roar through the night
Working through days, I make my flight
I row my boat down the line of horizon
with a hope to see my Black Pearl again.

Thursday, June 7, 2012


Strong enough to ride up the Road
The heavenly peace where you head
Come again and show me the light
Rising slowly through a slit in sight
I look beyond the white platform
Space covered through the storm

The plain hidden sequence beyond the cloud
Trusting its face to the voices that go loud
I am triumphed by its shadows of light
Striving along the Mount, taking the flight
Reaching the top no matter heaven or hell
I smile across the white through God's spell
Taking bow I stare under my feet and see
Hailing the solitary heaven lying beneath me.

Sunday, February 26, 2012


The rising tide surrounds me
The world of grief around me
Load me in to a pistol and shoot me
Leave me in a rustic cabin and shut me

Burn me in to ashes which would rise
and cure the pain across your heart
For a single apology can not displace
the pain caused by a blowing dart

My world shall fall to protect you
and shut the times that hurt you
The ghost in me that burnt you
shall burn in hell to repay you

Shine the beacon for my falling ship
and guide my lost spirit in the deep
The wandering soul cries for forgiveness
and haunts along its path through ages.

Thursday, January 26, 2012



A beautiful bird once came down the heavens,
with a golden beak and a whole white feathers.
She knew not of this mysterious world,
the dark creatures that surrounded her.

Caught in the whirlpool, she struggles in the deep,
but, drops on the ground and falls asleep.
They envy her, chain her, enslave her,
the dark creatures of this mysterious world.

She wakes up in the cage with the sound of a drum,
not knowing who she was and where she was from.
Having forgotten her faith and her destiny,
she was caught in mysteries of the cruel world.

The years passed, the times turned,
She was enslaved, beaten and burnt.
She pretended to be happy trying to live,
her bounded life to the fullest extent.

The pretentions now turn into acceptance,
This is her new heavens, her new living sense.
Everything is perfect and as beautiful,
The mockery, the slavery and the reality.


She meets a creature unique kind-hearted,
who was once a kid when she was chained.
He remembers the past the tides and times,
The unfortunate lights that day they shined.

The creature shows her stars and skies,
The glooming heavens and shining turquoise.
'Oh bird! go home' says the creature,
and opens the cage to route her freedom.

She stood outside and looked at heavens,
Blinking at stranger with her pretty eyes.
But, she knew not of heavens that existed,
The taste of freedom which was unexperienced.

She goes back now in the her beautiful cell,
to be locked forever till the day she swells.
Freedom and Life is not what you get,
But, its the even and odd choices you make.

Cross the lines that curbs your life,
When you have to think to make a choice.
The bird couldn't see past her own boundary
and chose to be in the unknown uncertainty.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


I strive to get past the tomorrow,
leaving the shadows buried in snow,
hiding and pushing away from sun,
burning my desires in the tempting world.

The mysteries of time watching me alone,
ruining my battles, breaking my bone.
I see through her as i watch myself,
drowning together in the vortex of love.

She takes me with her as i follow,
the whole world now seems so hollow.
We walk we stop through tangled streets,
and free ourselves from the tangled worlds.

we speak in silence and hear our tone,
and wait for the ship to carry us home.
Engulfed in peace that was lost through ages,
we bloom together through the endless seas.