Mother Song

O mother, grant me strength

Purify my soul and grant me new perspectives

Take me out from hell and keep me in your arms

O mother, you know your child has suffered much

Do not let him suffer more

Save your innocent child

The mind is an Armageddon,
Thoughts appear and disappear
Like lightening,
Ideas racing,
Flashes of memories,
As if someone is flipping
Channels on an old television,
The day of judgement is near,
But their is no Redeemer
Other than your own self.

A wedding,
And a funeral
On the same day,

Some are happy,
Some are sad,
And some devastated.

Life is strange,
God is a sadist,
And we are puppets
With a will.

One against the world,
The battle must be fought,
The war must be won,
The peace must be restored,
Violence only harms,
And when the mind is a battlefield,
Things get scary.
The lonely warrior
Must fight the battle,
Against the culture,
Against the self and world,
& win

A fear slowly poisoning
The mind and heart,
Making one an infidel,
Delusions clouding the senses,
Narcissism setting in,
To experienced eyes,
It's a cry for help,
To others it's thing to shun.
The matrix isn't real,
Why to think you're the one?

Naked bodies
Lying on a bed on a Saturday night,
Pizza and Mojitos
And Gone Girl on TV,
A love that will not last,
But will be remembered
Until death.

A ruckus in the class,
Green and black school bag kept
On a desk,
Observing the disorder,
The chaos,
The bag knows nothing
But the books they contain know
Too much,
And they both watch silently,
Stupid children, they must be thinking
But they can't see
And can't think

Don't run

A man can bend
To his circumstances
Or shall fight against them
Fate gives no chances
But to fight is honour

Cowards run away
From their fate
But reach nowhere
Because you can't run
From your own Destiny

Fight till you crack
Or until you bend
But don't run
Because you may choose to run
But it won't take you anywhere

Nihilist's rhyme

Trust has rust,
Belief has lie,
Live to the fullest,
Before you die,
Pain is a drug,
Love is too,
Pain is better,
Bet you knew.

July 7, 2015

Bad snow

It's snow,
White and cold and everywhere,
It falls from the sky
Like an angel
It covers the earth
To protect it
To choke it.

The blanket,
It melts with time,
And does what the rain does ultimately.
The blanket,
Hides the fertility,
Before it bestows,
Like an angel,
It covers the earth
To protect it
To choke it.

Snow is everywhere,
White and cold,
Like an angel,
From the sky,
It nurtures,
It covers the earth,
To protect it,
It is a hard rain,
A soft hard rain,
Let the season be barren,
It's not rain,
It's a soft hard rain.

Sun must rise

It's time
the sun must rise again,
The birds must fly again
To their distant destinations

We must know what pain is;
It's an ocean.
We must know what love is;
It is an ocean and the sky.
Pain is love,
Love is pain.

Gain in love,
Lose in pain;
The sun must rise again,
From behind the trees,
From beneath the horizon,
And it must shine.
The birds must fly again,
Just for the thrill of it.

I do

sept 16, 2015

Free flow of starry stream In a moonlit night breeze The fragrance of jasmine Intermingled with that of fresh roses Travels to distant snowy peaks Where silence is musical And night is poetic Where i am not a man And you are not a woman A place where we are unified In presence of nature Without saying ‘I do’.

soul cry

sept 12, 2015

Dry parched skin Underneath hides your soul You look into the mirror And find someone laughing at you Someone just like you Is laughing at self Which is a good exercise You want to get a shotgun And cartridges And wreck havoc Like Punisher does But you have principles of Captain America Murphy’s law will make things worse And you will be busy in repairs Shakespeare will writhe in his grave Or may be she was a woman Its raining and its beautiful But it’s raining acid You can run but can’t hide Except inside your own skin.

Pathetic

August 01, 2015

You want me in your life still,
When you have chosen someone else;
You want him for survival, and comfort,
And you want me for entertainment and wisdom;
You say i rescued you,
Brought you back;
I am that lifeboat that saved you;
That’s why you jumped back on a cruise on the first given chance;
You say i made you,
But you too have made me;
Pathetic.

warrior and the divine mother of wrath

august 09, 2015

There are words
Which i may not speak
But they keep bouncing in the deep vaults of my subconscious
I may call on to the goddess kali
The goddess of wrath
And ask her to eliminate my darkness
I may give myself up to her
In her warm motherly embrace
Being fed by her breasts
The wisdom i never had
The dark vaults may open
And the lighthouse of wisdom may show me the light
I am in the ocean of love of the mother
Freud will say it is oedepus
But it is love
O mother i bow down to thee
I sacrifice myself in thy honor
Accept your warrior child
And keep him under your divine care
O destructor of darkness
Save me from ignorance
And accept my wretched soul as a sacrifice.

Cancer causes smoking

I look at my fingers
And thank my cigarettes
It’s a condition called clubbing

I take deep breaths
Instead of shallow ones
Especially when i smoke

The tobacco stains
On my fingers
Are fossils

They are remnants
Of pain and those dark nights
When i used to drown in a sea of smoke

I smoke my worries away
Sitting in the balcony
Under the stars

I fill my lungs with tar
And invite cancer
Ironically my sun-sign

God vs mortal

July 26, 2015

The gods unite
Against a mortal
And make him
The second Sisyphus.

But he was the second Achilles
With traits of Hercules,
He was shot in the heels
And survived half-dead.

He challanged the gods
And made them realize
It’s not difficult to kill a mortal
But it is impossible to kill his soul.

planet feminista

Rocket being propelled by vanilla milkshakes
To a world where drunk girls in short skirts are puking
Their liver is detoxifying their parties
And the uterus is preparing for turning them into caring mothers
These girls in high heels
Walk their way up to the top
And settle down once they find their camp
Some get lost in the wild
And others perish in the avalanche of circumstances
These drunk girls are daughters, and sisters
They will be mothers, and mothers are mostly never bad
But right now they are bitches
In the season of their heat

science and art of vampire genesis

Science is so blunt
And art is so sentimental
Love is a sentiment in the hypothetical heart
And chemistry in the brain
Tears are sodium chloride and water
Irrigating the wounds of our hypothetical heart
We can drain our wounds and prevent necrosis
Or we can be toxic inside and rot
Sometimes we need someone who can aspirate the poison
And spit it in the waste bin
The more toxic we are, the more desperate we get
In the end when we die, the search stops
And vampires are left
With sides to choose
Of Darkness and light
To be a vampire of light
Is a foolish sacrifice
But vampires are only in literature
Which is art, and sentimental
Because we are afraid to be blunt.

icarus the swan

Black swan
I will paint you
With the colours of rainbow
And then I will send you to fetch stars
Sun is a star
And the reason for your colours
It will burn your feather and char your body
Turning you to ash
And then will you realize
You were not a swan
But a phoenix in disguise
A phoenix playing the role of Icarus the swan