His life and times......and crimes.

Time, yet another entity,
that passes him by,
He's losing his identity,
which he still denies...

He wants his sleep and gets it,
but doesn't know when,
He knows it all but won't admit,
and there's his pen,
again.....

He's writing and writing,
but then he falls back to sleep,
He gets up and under the lighting,
he writes, but, nothing deep....

He talks about the times,
when he gets all lonely,
He thinks about the crimes,
and thinks......if only...

He remembers when it got to him,
the memory haunts him still,
that fight, that night, grim,
was no small a thrill....

Its back again, and as they say,
History repeats itself,
His crimes again, he has to weigh,
and again, renounce himself.

The light, the knight.....the poor sight...!!!!

A lone light
on a lonely night
which
cast a shadow
of the dark knight
who
roaming on the road
had a deep insight
about
what was wrong
and what was right
and
he thought of war
he thought of fights
that
he fought in his heart
to such a height
which
raised many a question
about his plight
when
he gave it up
for fate to decide
how
he should live
and he should die
for
his head was clouded
with duties and rights
of
which he never spoke
which claimed his life
as
he was a coward
and was doomed to die
since
he was a mortal
and he'd defied
the
rules of love
his beloved recites
them
rules that govern
the turn of tides
those
tides that, following,
every knight has died
hence
he decides to end his life
on the turn of the road with the lonely light
for
he'd let down his beloved
and her pride........

Another Story...!!

The Scene:

The body, it lay
the hand, it rose
the blood, it dripped
the knife, it craved
for more.....

The hand, it gripped the knife
The eyes, they saw the sight
The mouth, it screamed from fright
the knife, it made no strife
to take another life....



The Victim:

The person lay on the floor
The knife was coming for more
Its edge gleamed in the light
His mind bowed at its might....



The Victimizer:

His mind played a game
It asked a question lame
How can I cause more pain?
HOW can I cause more pain??



The Scene:

The knife, it cut the chest
The man, he writhed much more
The blood, it did not rest
The eyes, they gleamed at the gore
at the thick blood on the floor....



The Victim:

The pain ripped his mind, apart

The pain stripped him from his thoughts

The pain drained feelings from his heart
The pain got what it sought.....



The Victimizer:

He watched blood from the knife, drip
He raised it up and took a sip
He tasted not the blood of the victim
He tasted the pain, his propounded dictum...

Twenty Years

Twenty years have passed,
I have seen them floating by
Many more will come to be
And they too will pass me by...
Will I ever know why??

Things are different now
from those which were in the past
Everything changes with time
I wonder if something will last...
Which wind will next guide my sails, my mast??

Life's been pretty good so far
Don't know how, next, will it be
Will I have the courage to stand and fight??
Or will I, to death, flee???...
Wanna unlock the mystery to life, but where's the goddam key????

I try to reminisce and I wonder if
small things matter more than the big one's
I remember giving up hope when I lost 'em both
I remember it wasn't just once...
I'll remember it wasn't just once...

An afternoon with a Cigarette

He stands
at a crossroad
Doesn't know
where he will go...

His mind says right
his heart contradicts
Let's leave it on fate, a coin
his mind, the danger, it predicts

A smooth breeze is blowing
teasing, cajoling the conflicts
His hand reaches in his pocket
takes out what most, him, addicts

He takes out a cigarette
He lights up the flame
bends to light the smoke
the flame, the wind, it tames

It moves from west to east
it moves from north to south
Running away from the cigarette
running away from his mouth

The wind stops suddenly
The flame stands tall
His heart tries to light the cigarette
his mind stops and thinks of squalls

His eyes dart back to the roads around him
not knowing where to go
He thinks he cannot survive in this world
his mind is too slow

He lights the flame again
he watches it grow
He lights up his smoke, decides
to stay till he gets to know

The smoke goes down his throat
it hits them lungs
Rises up to kick the brain
and come out touching the tongue

The clouds of smoke
clear up his brain
He asks now "Are cigarettes
his boon or bane??"

He moves to his right
he turns to his left
He thinks, thinks hard
of what left him bereft

He moves around in circles
he moves around in vain
He moves and moves and moves
just to come back again

His cigarette's almost done
he throws down the butt
He still stands at the crossroad
he has an idea, but

He'll stand
at the crossroad
until he gets to know
which way's the best to go

I'll stand
at the crossroad
till I find
a place to go......

written by someone i know.......

Ensnared in tangled webs,
Upon this bed I lie.
Snuggled deep in a blanket of decay.
Slowly it strangles the life from my body,
Etching its mark deep into my hardened flesh:
A permanent reminder of my failure.

The web-blooms provide the people's enjoyment,
Letting their seed soak the earth to hunt others.
They bring a swift and invisible tide of death,
Not enough time now to catch one's own breath.

Reaching out, I try to escape this doom,
But its limbs quickly devour me again.
I am beautiful despite this lie:
This sure prophecy of my slow demise.

At my feet are outstretched arms.
Brightly decorated to celebrate this ritual,
Which has become an agonizing yearly dance.
Here they are yet again,
Gently swaying back and forth to the wind,
Urging the reaper to descend.

They've always wanted me gone,
So that they may soon after take my place,
Thrive on my remains,
Which shall make my world rich,
Soon my beautiful body will become gnarled,
Twisted and misshapen;
As more of myself breaks away;
As I turn an ugly black and grey.

For I am the bush just beyond, covered in bright green foliage,
And budding flowers grace my skin.
For I am the one among many who will die,
Die with no one caring, for I am just a plant.
And plants can't feel pain.
Yet I swear I can feel blood dripping from my veins.

For I am the bush just beyond,
Writing in pain that no one can see,
For, despite my agony, I smile and wave.
Ever after I shall never reveal this truth,
So others may remain oblivious to the suffering of many more,
Besides their own kind.
Because all they need is to remain so blind.

As my kind has no purpose,
I will die with no meaning and remain unknown.
For that is the fate of a simple creature such as I.

They FUCKIN DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!

They dont know what i have been through...and what i am going through.....and they don't care....hahahaha.....someone said it right....knowledge is bliss....but i hope it would't be just me then....i hope it would be all of us then....because then the world would be a better place to live in....i have been gifted with knowledge and the hunger for more.....i hope all of us would be gifted with that...in the near future....because it's what makes people wish they hadn't had that....this is what I feel....!!!

They also don't know what i was going to do.....i know that's with me....no one would know what i was going to do untill i would have done it....but then i would have reverted the alternate future....and then they would have commented on what could have happened.....which would then, again result in my sadness....caused by other people....something what i would have thought would have led me to a better future...because the original thing was not going to be that good for me....according to me....they just add their comments to whatever happens to my life and think they are done...they dont know it hurts to hear them...but again....its my life to decide what i have to do to it.....i cannot lead a good life until i live my life in secluded from the human community.....

Don't know what i am goin to do....don't know what will happen next....and people think its all my fault....what in the name of god am i gonna do....how will i live this life i don't know.....because in the end i am a human and i have to live with this community with their faults....i cannot be a misanthrope....i don't have the courage to be one.....