Valium

Sleep, all night long, all through the day,

Play, the game of dreams, I ask you to stay.

Here we go, to the land nowhere,

Sailing on, the seas so bare.

Our lives so cruel, takes us apart,

These gloomy days, take lure away.

Flames, of the famine, of the true grey,

Burns, within my heart, pushing through veins

Betrayed by time, I stood alone,

Buried my heart, its open hollow

Life has turned wild, mind is in jargon

I turn around, and find myself alone.

Pursuit of madness, the blinking arrow

Clear mind nowhere, the devils alter.

Claim of a pain, was lost in vain,

Perishing in the absence, the vacuum drain.

From mundane origin, the attribute rung,

Round my neck and crushed the lung.

The misplaced berth, made miserable wrath.

In the dirty windows, was there a clean frame?

A beam of hope, enters hollow

Through the frame, clean it does glow.

The energy, that brings delight,

Motivating, pain to demise.

The Pragmatic soothe, lay me down relaxed.

Neural carnage dies down in glad.

Serenity came down, had a walk to me,

Cleaning my mind, gave me some glee.

Tranquility, it filled in me,

Blooming flowers of better to be.

Let goddess of pain, put me in any land.

I have my Valium, to always hold my hand.

Podium of ice

A label stuck on my chest, plated in gold

Reads my name on it, printed in bold.

Yes, I stand here and I am the winner,

Underneath me stands the world, the so called loser.

It’s a buyout and it’s a sale.

A ruthless trade of world so pale.

The merchandise even sold death at sanctum

But nothing could buy a life at any premium.

A specific fun was the battle of guns,

Lethal fire of arms, without a sound

I exchanged the mental games with many,

The wars ended with winners,

Losers died or ran with their shoes wary.

Such was the path to fame,

Something to blame or is it just a game.

Those who played it without the fear

If nothing, at the end had their eyes very clear.

Defeat was unknown and I became ruler,

Won every race and felt immortal.

Cemeteries were the steps for me,

In the competition to reach the top.

When I reached there I was left to wonder,

What were all those graves for?

Was that fiery kill just for this cold thrill?

Can I stay here for any length on my own will?

An eternal pale white surrounding me,

Underneath my feet it started melting.

I couldn’t stand it nor could I run

The cold inside, lit me to burn.

Was it a superfluous desire or a blatant cliché.

The end had to be a cold sellout with the buyer to burn.

As I realized I reached the summit,

That sold so many deaths, to buy a life

Win was a misnomer and life, miss-spelt

There was nothing but that cold touch,

I knew I stood on the Podium of ice.

Posthumous Phantasm

A palette full of colors,

Burgeoning in my eyes,

My feelings I could mirror,

In those beautiful dyes.

It was a chaotic passion,

Worked like an industrious mason.

The pandemonium was just a premise,

It inflicted in me, a benevolent malice.

It wasn’t a palace of clichéd verve,

The impulsive fantasy numbed my nerve.

A colorful joy ride of my fingers,

Painted the personified simplicity with fervor.

Frenzied by the creation of mine,

Kept it in my eyes and never let it on any line.

Blind did I become to a dreaming world,

In the reality of my dream, my mind swirled.

Aloft I went sailing in my fanaticism,

Went high and sailed into a frantic prism.

It split my colors and threw me back down,

A cast away into reality and I had to drown.

Choked to death, in the air of falsity,

I am lost in reality and dead in passivity.

Mortal is the world and my passion, immortal.

Life of mine lies in the reality of virtual.

Abstruse to comprehend by the realism,

I am dead but a posthumous phantasm.

The GOLIATH

In the Armageddon of death,

An unprecedented war is on cards.

A game is gonna be played,

On the cemetery of peace.

The battle of sorts, as bewildering it’s gonna be,

Like a hurricane liquidating a desert.

A war between the king of heat and the knight of cold

But they fight with exchanged souls.

A desert is cold deep inside and

A hurricane is burning heat within.

On one side stands the reckless destroyer,

Sucking blood and being ruthless.

With the shining sword of devour,

The king of immense prowess.

This time the king will face him,

On the other side stands maverick of salvage.

The king of desert had enough heat and fire.

The hurricane bought the cold water, to kill it entire.

But the king fought back with a hellfire inferno,

Vaporizing the cold but suffered a deep dark burrow.

The battle was no longer a fight of force,

But the longed tangle of exchanged souls.

Heat was the symbol of persistence,

Cold is to be impulsive and break with lack of prudence.

“I came to you, challenging your commotion.

The ashes turning white, the fiery sand of destruction.

I had the exchanged soul and your ignorance had to bow,

My body would die I knew,

But I killed your soul.”

The god worshiped as fire lies dead and cold,

The white fiery sand turns gray cold ashes.

He took the battle on with symphony of valor,

Destroyed the god with false soul and exposed his color.

He showed the end to the deficiency of god,

And hence named, GOd LIberating ATHeist, the “GOLIATH”.

SAIL ON

How could he have been on this land,
Being in the world of abysmal pressure.
How could he have walked a million miles,
Finding the light of hope and pleasure.


He was all free, at his own will,
He could have flown world around.
He was never bogged down by the bait of gold.
Banal wasn’t his trait but trite yet,
To himself he became one treason.


He was just too lost.
He could find a way out.
He'll find a way out.


How could I have found,
The land which would bailout my hope.
Sailed the dark seas of high thrust
Without knowing where to go.


How could I have stopped,
Knowing, I got nowhere to go.
The hope that kept me on,
Was the belief of bright new dawn.


Those were the days, when he lost,
His feet, owing to a worthless dream.
Crushed in pain, due to the thrust,
He lost his mind to a hopeless realm.


Naive in belief, dumb in his deeds,
Millions of cries to long and expedite.
Tumbled from peak, but he stood on his feet
Burnt his temper while his patience was kidding.


But he would never give up.
On his feet he had to stand up.
He just stood up.


How could I have just crept on,
Showing no courage of a man.
Walked a million miles,
But I never let my hope go down.


How could I not succeed,
In finding land of hope and pleasure
The seas of pressure gave me a lesion,
That cured only when I sailed on.

Subtle

A pursuit begins, a journey starts,

It starts with a foul cry.

I don’t understand, if it’s a cry of joy

Or weep of a saddened toy.

Time advances, so does life.

A long journey or a sojourn is a thing to decide.

A string of time, we try to fill

With pearls of dreams, down the frill.

A battle lost is always lame,

A race won means a diamond’s fame

A boon is it when one’s on the grass,

A bane to find it’s less green than the class.

A pursuit as it began,

A race as it is, life is just to run

In the madness of headless minds

To hurt your feet and to crack down on the spikes.

Of all its hardness, with all its madness,

Life still has the beauty of amorousness.

A feeling that keeps one’s heart pumping,

A hope that keeps one’s life moving.

Love is what you need,

Care is what you want,

A dream to pursue and a will to run.

But then life is so hard that

It’s a chase against time to end up with no time.

When I look back at the end of the race,

I realize, I am lamer on my loss,

Than on the diamond’s fame.

I realize, when you want it, you don’t have it,

And when you have it, you don’t need it.

Life is just to lose time to win a race.

But then, at the end, I realized the rule of ebony

That life is such a “Subtle Irony”.

Latch, Lock and Lose

The merchant of fate, the trader of life,

Offered me a drop of honey someday.

The honey was sweet and I told him,

“I’m blessed to have such sweet honey”.

The merchant made me an offer.

Hard to resist was it.

He said I’d get a drop of the honey everyday

But, that’d be for a favor.

The merchant took me to a mansion.

The honey was housed in it.

It was a mansion of infinite honey,

My life’d be too short to consume it.

My job was now to be a lock.

A lock on the doors of honey mansion.

The return was a drop a day.

Given that I was guarding infinite every day.

I latched onto my job well.

I was happy with my reward,

Until the god of greed came to me.

He made me an offer; I had no chance to resist.

Greed god told me, I could be with

The queen of honey, the source of infinite honey.

I jumped onto the offer,

But he asked me for a favor.

The favor was to unlatch, to unlock

I had to betray the fortress, I had to steal the honey.

But the Greed got me and the queen left me.

Fool was I to not realize

That fate was the master of enterprise.

Greed was a test of character,

And I had to be the loser.

Fate made an offer, to latch, to lock.

Greed made an offer, to unlatch, to unlock.

I made a choice to have a drop every day,

Now I lose a chance to see my queen every single day.

The fate and his agent greed,

Had my test of life and the result

Was etched on my forehead,

“Latch, Lock and Lose”.