Night goes on 2

the computer screen is dazzling
..almost blinding me at the middle of the night
....the room is drenched in obscurity...
the only survivor is me....

Straining eyes....insomniac
didnt shut down in 36 hours
still sleep eludes the eyes
amidst the snorting of rich souls

m sweating, its dead night
quest to express something inexpressive
awake, awake ..screams the night
waiting for the daylight

letters aren't legible
thoughts inedible
stubborn logic create meanings
struggling to break the cryptic feelings

anger or anguish?who knows
silence or dearth of meaningful words?
hide and seek or a love lost
Ask me?its a personal holocaust

butchers with roses
killing doves with rose
massacred in anonymity
all for the life he chose

NIGHT GOES BY

Sitting alone at my computer
trying to give wings to words
lost in the pages of my mind
Fighting to set free the trapped birds

typing laboriously still,
fingers often in pain
words losing meaning each day,
Efforts going in vain

but still the voices trudge on
intruding the nerves and veins
pushing me to oblivion
binding me in chains

I doze off in between,
some old song plays on
the monitor lights the night
As life gets lost in moments foregone

Obsessed

Crawling in my sins
Corroding my heart every second
My eyes are melting down
In the face of the ever ranging fire
A fire that charred my soul to ashes
It wriggles my neck Suffocating my feelings
Pentrating the walls of my blood
Like hemlock filling my veins
I see white n black,
A scorpions sting, its diabolic
Breaking me inside out
I tried to be a better man
But screaming my soul died
Once again burnt alive in the cemetery

Remnant

Silencer pumped in my soul
I cant scream though I want to
Sardonic smiles lingering in the air
Its a maddening din
Tears, its acidic
Corroding my muscles and bones
My love died an unceremonius death
The cortege still carried on
The swadows are white, illuminated
The sun has turned black
Ricochetted Words perforating the soul
It wont end till the remnant perishes

I want to open the heart, I can’t
I want to unlock the mind,
I can’t
I want to switch on the sun, I can’t
I want to put off the night, I can’t
I want to move on in life, I can’t
I want to hold on to life, I can’t
I want to shun off the past, I can’t
I want to touch my heart, I can’t
I want to speak up those words, I can’t
I want to shut my mouth, I can’t
I want to see through, I can’t
I want to close my eyes, I can’t
My mirror is empty and my shadow non-existence
Like a thin air i hang somewhere
Lingering in between with a wish''if i were alive''

I WONDER

Some day there will be no tomorrow
As life will take refuge to death
what will stay are the pug marks in the sand of time
But will those marks be the same forever?

I wondered a while and a thought crossed my mind
what if i could get hold those soft wings of time
I wondered again
how it flies away leaving the sky behind
i thought and realised it will be quite selfish
as my mind lost in a reverie....

Dying clouds

Amidst the rain drops, i saw

some milling clouds, offshore

silent eyes looked in disarray

seeking respite, finding a way

But a momentary lapse n they melt

draining down, like tears they smelt

A final kiss and they die

As I kept looking at the sky

TRUTH DIES

The end of light has begun
peace and silence will prevail once again
peace of dead and silence of death
as life corrodes, lie and malice will reign as
truth turns to skeleton
once again some ashes will rise
only to be washed away by power.

Dead or alive?

Dead letters, dead feathers
Dead hope and dead fears
And dead is the shinning star
Dead ink, dead words
Dead nerves and dead tears
And dead is also the rose
Dead mind, dead heart
Dead eyes and a dead soul
Dead is also the ‘dove’
Dead is dead but still he lives
Coz dead is not his ‘love’