Visions!!

There in the oceans of endless deep,
Lies in the refuse, a secret asleep.
Haunts from the past bottled in glass
Covered in green and netted with sea grass.
That accursed curse of highest order,
On the brink of harmless, its look does border.
Sought by the evil and the angels alike,
No one was sure, how it would be like.
What forsaken spell, the parchment held,
Prophecy had it that it can't be dealt.
And as the solemn prophet once knelt,
He knew it was it, the wrath it held!!

Far away from the maddening crowds,
In the land of secrets and shrouds.
Was forged in secret with endless magic,
Something so dark, something so tragic.
Yet beyond the thoughts of man,
That evil that fiend that godless damn.
Lurking in depths of far off land,
That evil always had plans so grand.

My heart so shudders to think of the bottle,
The secret it holds, the lives it would throttle.
The countless counting of vicious fingers,
That danger that darkness effortlessly lingers.
The farther the man proceeds to discover,
Its only the evil that gets out of cover.
And in the corner, my sweet heart yells,
As the doom finally swells.
Let it be there, let it sleep!
Let it remain in the endless deep!!

The Darkness

Inside the deep caverns of life,
Deeper and darker it gets.
Darkest itself the darker side,
How darker can it get?!!
Dark it is when the sun stops shining,
Dark it is when you close your eyes.
Whether the momentous final closings,
Or whether you are cut down from life.
Alone you are in the darkest corners,
Thinking clear and wide,
Oh you wish the courage of life,
To wade away from the dark.

Defiance!!!!

Out in the night that haunts me
I find my beautiful soul,
I thank my stars, I thank my gods
or whatever made it all.
In the depths of luck and fortune,
I have cried and winced in pain.
Once in a while shattered alone,
I have too seen it rain.
Yet by the bludgeons of chance and strife,
I have stood proud, strong and harking.
I fear no spear I fear no lightning,
I fear no death no blood no pounding.
Long in the ship of tranquil solitude,
I do wish to stand upright.
Unfazed by the storms of chance and destiny.
Let a thousand suns shine bright.
Let not a single tear of pain leave without my will without my fight,
Let not a wild and willful beast destroy my soul destroy my flight.
In the never ending chains of chance I have spent a thousand years,
I cast you out, I cast you away.
Oh my wicked darkness of fears!!!!

Without my phone a day in my life!!!

A day in my life,
Without a phone without a strife.
Kicked it and broke with vengeance I had,
Mostly sad but a part of me glad.
A shadow of a gadget, a shame of a tech,
The last I saw when it did finally break!!
Tried I had and sworn an oath,
Pushed it had hard with clenched hands both!!
Calls that came and the flashy shiny name,
All were to be spared, never to be bothered again!!
Yet in a corner I did tried hard,
To mend the broken screen and a corner of my heart!
















Yet lies useless, proud and haughty,
That piece of plastic, broken and dirty!!
Now as I think of what have I done,
I wait with eagerness for replacing the one!
And as the day ends I wonder how,
Without my phone I survived till now!

Rape: A minor offence!!!

I am a fairly peaceful person. Never engaging in fights (mostly), keeping clear of controversies is my idea of a peaceful life. But every now and then a bombshell here and a flutter there successfully manages to break my tranquil existence. Someone comes out and claims divinity on ridiculous grounds and somewhere a "leader" takes his title to a new level of entitlement. Someone has his silver spoon so well shoved down his throat that he forgets to talk sense and someone justifies heinous acts on the basis of pseudo scientific theories (which only the proponent solely believes in).
But seldom people manage to create the kind of anger and disgust that I am facing right now. Hooliganism, jungle raj, illiteracy and neglect of Nero's proportions (Yes, I dare compare it to Nero's rule of Rome) were always a hallmark of these particular "gentlemen" (Sorry, have to be politically correct, even if I am not very sure as to what it really means and leads to). But, I always thought that it is by sheer incompetence and habit that they have achieved it.
I ate my words and slapped my innocence when realisation finally dawned upon me. It is by great hardwork and choices of the most gigantic proportions that the "gentlemen" have achieved such an unenviable status. This godly status spurs them into calling rape as a minor offence and as if that was not awesome enough another one followed soon after. This one demands death for those unfortunates who were raped. Truly magnanimous it is of the "gentlemen".

It is a shame towards humanity that such "gentlemen" are allowed to roam free and spew this kind of loathsome venom. Constitution grants freedom of speech, but not freedom of insult. To satisfy a certain group or as a matter of fact a "votebank", random criminal statements are doled out at regular intervals. While some decide to raise their voices, a billion decide to stay mum.
If we are to gain the respect of this world, I guess we need to first clear out the filth of this kind. Unless it is achieved, we seriously need to think about our right to call ourselves human beings.

Anguished and hurt in a desolate calm,

Alone I wait for a magical charm.

The wait is so long and painfully unending,

Are we humans or are we pretending?!!

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Hope

Hope is a precious funny little thing,

Kindled and cared in a way ridiculed.

Never ever meant to hurt anything,

Alas!! Its glory grossly minisculed.

Left in a box that Pandora opened,

Never ever was it a dear little lie.

Yet when lost and feeling threatened,

First to be evoked and the last to die.

Travellers travel and rebels rebel,

Greatest of the victors in its glory revel,

Masters and slaves pray alike,

Persecutions are weathered in endless plight

Yet in a silent heartless night,

'tis but hope that shines bold and bright.

Waiting in its wake many dreams do preserve,

An endless commend it does deserve.

That oil in the lamp that happy little tramp,

That fainting beat that slowly slipping grip.

That boy that girl that ridiculous goal,

That stride for greatness that jump of madness.

All that comes, comes through hope,

Its a sprinkle of madness and a drowning man's rope.

Such is the story of the precious funny thing,

Kindled and cared and known as hope.

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Nightmare!!

As I close my eyes in slumber,
I slide in a world dark black yonder.
Deepest of my fears come out alive,
Dearest of my dears seldom survive.
Hounded by the dark unburied fears,
Its all about death, despair and tears.
Never ever a place of love and respite,
Unbeknownst to all I suffer in spite.
Quite and cold alone I am dear,
It occurs to me as if death is near.
Choking for air in utter despair,
Such is the feeling in a dark nightmare!!


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