Pride? or life?

If anyone of you has ever read the Inheritance series by Christopher Paolini, you would know the line that follows the next. But if you haven’t, the line is self-explanatory and you don’t need to worry about it being related to the story. “Dying for your beliefs actually pretty common. It’s living and suffering for what you believe in that takes courage.” This line inspired me and if there was something I believed in, I would not give up and wait for my time to put my belief forward. But then, I agree, there would be times when I had to live according to rules/norms which would completely defy my beliefs. But then, earlier this month, I got this line from a friend of mine which he has completely taken to. It’s from the popular anime series Dragon Ball Z. I went over to www.youtube.com and saw the video and it proved to be equally inspiring. Vegeta, a super-saiyian (class of characters from Dragon Ball Z), was captured by Babidi, the greatest wizard in the series, but he resists and says, “You may have invaded my mind and my body...but there's one thing a Saiyain always keeps...his PRIDE!!!”

Haha! Too inspiring, both of them. But I have no idea as to what to believe in anymore. He would have killed himself had he not had the strength to oppose the power that had captured him. But that’s not the case in real life. You don’t always have the strength. You don’t always have a chance. What do you keep in that case : bide your time to come back later, or in short, your life….or your Pride?

Envy led the way on the path of life.

Purity, the innocence,
the love in its eyes,
So unaware, this creature,
New to this life

Dying, and a corpse
the last few words, it cries,
dust are it's wings,
they rot, and feed the flies

What does it know
of sorrow and of pain?
Of death and destruction
And satans evil game

It lost its innocence
in this mortal life was its bane,
there was death and destruction
over was God's reign.

what does it know?
Not what it should.
and in this life,
slowly it would,
seek what they say is,
the meaning of life,
and along its fruitless journey
murder it will find

It started walking the path
it should have not taken,
strolling along those trails
Oh! was he not mistaken?
It left on a road
that left it behind
and until that brutal murder,
the search was going fine

Lucky it was murdered
So young in life
Had it carried on
only to find
that demons and angels
fight against the wrong
try and undo the right
and in this war of good and bad
he too would be asked to fight

A never ending fight
with no knowledge of right
He would be led astray
without a choice
to leave or stay
there would be nothing wrong
to add another who's just born
and if he had survived
to be one more forlorn

Lost in its dilemma
of wrong over right
Faced with the truth
That only the bright
Light from an angel
Its halo a glow
As hard hitting as it was
It could not follow

The fire was a trap
His smile
His grasp
Luring it was

Till the devil caught him altogether
and that my beautiful child,
is innocence lost all over.

- non-sense

dranz3r and tash .... 'V wrote it'

The beauty was terrible,
The innocence so pure,
She looked like a jellyfish,
That had been washed ashore.

Had she charmed her way
or had she, like me, cried and swayed?
Had she like me, silently suffered in pain
Or just like a pirate, got cast away?
Now that she's ashore,
will she find her way?
Is it her destiny
To run away?

For the first time it is that,
to the God, I pray
That unlike the last time,
She wont just stray
Am I wrong to think
That innocence was the only way?
In this darkness and this light,
Will she have someone for help
Or will she be alone in the fight?
Maybe I was right and maybe not,
But ill think about that some other day
Today is her revenge, her freedom, her say
The war is waging,
There's no turning back,
She's stuck in the middle
Of darkness and light
She surrendered to the darkness
Yet another time
The anger was raging,
The war still waging
Angels and demons were up in my sight,
and the heart of our jellyfish,
For freedom was singing
The song it sang, the war waged on,
my time was there still, and yet so long gone...

I wondered if I
Had she the strength
To go on at all?
My heart was broken
A shattered glass,
A token,
Of remembrance
Of the pitiful days
I once had slaved through
In old jellyfish place

Its world was water
it's stillness made me numb
The war, it's destruction,
deaths, there were some
The jellyfish had sung,
My heart succumbed
A power
so great,
it made me it's slave
and I continued my journey
in the old jellyfish place...

deaths there were more,
there were bodies on the floor,
cared I, for them? no, not for one..!!

And our jellyfish the mighty,
Took a deep breath
And mounted itself
To the top of Old jellyfish cleft
From where it kicked of
Towards the sunshine so bright
To inhale the freshness
Of the sweet air outside
Revenge of the jellymonster
Whatever that is
is what Old jellyfish place

Was about to witness
Wrath of the monster
That they had made of her
Was bubbling below the surface
Dangerously aware
The consequences
The result
Of the anger she knew
But now it was time
For them to know too
Just what it is to challenge

The innocence of a jellyfish
To render her defenceless
In old jellyfish place
To take away her beauty
To take away her soul
And leave her to die
On the cold moonlit floor
To slay her
Not once
Not twice
But cut her up
With a blade
All day and all night
To feed her to the sharks
And laugh from the distance
As jellyfish the mighty
Scared of the vicious
Prayed for her life
Her soul
Her existence

I felt the pain
and I did feel the wrath,
I felt her anger
and I knew it's path

There was none to stop it
from paying them back
the crimes they made her commit
and those deeds so black

I felt so powerless
and I felt so strong,
I would kill them myself
I would righten the wrong

But
Alas!
Her death said it all
She could have fought
and she could have won
Yet,
she had chosen this path
and had left me a word
and she made me drop my gun

Her innocence
I thought
was dead
but here it was
alive and so pure
back from the lore
It came in to me
I moved in the way
I stopped the fish
from
taking their lives away

The angel was dead
and I would die too
I would follow it to heaven
and I would fly too....


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Envy Productions..!! :)

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Nine months, I spent in my mother's womb
nine months, I have to stay away from her
Nine months, that long, it was my room
Nine months, I'll live, uncared for.

Eight months, I spent, in past three years
Eight months, that short, without my fears
Eight months went fast, as it now appears
Eight months, just that, when I was hers.

Seven months, out of those few eight
Seven months, with my father I stayed
Seven months, for them, my life, I'll trade
Seven months, ah! I wish I could go back a decade

Six months, it's been since I lied to him
Six months, it's been since that situation grim
Six months, it's been since my evil grin
Six months, since I said "I wish I would never see him"

Five months, since they said goodbye to me
Five months, since I crossed those seven seas
Five months, I lived wishing I could flee
Five months, and I thought it wouldn't even last three

Four months, since everything's felt the same
Four months, since everything became so lame
Four months, I've lived a life without aim
Four months, untill I go back home, again

Three months, and two, I've missed my friends
Three months, and ten, and no fight's with pens
Three months, and fifteen, I spent with them
Three months, and fifteen, and this is how it ends

Two months, or more, oh! just give me a day
Two months, or less, I haven't even said hey
Two months, or more, and it will be may
Two months, or less, and with them I'll play

One month, that's all, that I will spend
One months' all I got, and I cannot extend
One month, when I see, my dad, mom, and friends
One month, then again, I'll be back to contend.

Innocence Lost.

it lies
the human
so much he cannot control it
and u hv no one with u to face the world
it u
just u
all alone



don't i love the innocence, o lord!
do i not care for my innocence, o master
why is it then i have to lose it??
why did you take it from me, my creator?!
Have i wronged so much that your punishment is so harsh?
Have i laughed enough thay you want me to cry?
Have I crossed this garden green to where there's a marsh?
Have I had my water, and now the flask is dry?
I want to live my life, to undo what you think I've done
I want to re-do what I've done, and change myself to what you want
I want my life to be like one, which lives as kid forever, and dies one.
I want this life to be worthwhile, and kill the beast, that took this smile
I want the beast and I want my time.
I know I shall live to kill, he took my life, I want his, to pay the bill
The angel came, I know I missed him, the devil comes and you point him to my limb?
He flies me to the land where I died, he takes me to the who told me this was heaven, now I know he lied
I used my heart and not my eyes, I used what you always said, flies.
He took my wings and crushed them all, he took the pieces and threw over the mountain, I watched them fall
I felt the pain, I cried to show, I hate you, you know, I hate y'all
I believe I am better off alone, You guys have fun, ruling your world's from your throne
The day's turning into a dark night and I must be gone, the devil stays at the marsh, my lord, at the lawn
It kills to know that it's something so alien that embraces me,
It calls me and calls me and calls me and calls me, and it is now that I see.
I say to my shadow, I know you will always be there, so what if you're dark, and not so fair?
I will love you forever, and I will love you always, you were with me through the master's lit hallways.
you followed me through the devil's dark terrains, you kept me company when there were his acid rains
you were there when I was left alone, when the master watched devil take my loved one
she was not the guilty, I told them it was me, it was a false claim, but I didn't know they could see
Yeah, it was her, but what would now be done, she did the damage, how wouldn't it affect anyone?

A Walk to Remember

Roaming by the side
of the banks of a river
dead shells and skeleton
of some fish made him shiver

walking in that sand
that was damp all round
fast disappeared all the
happiness he had found

Looking around everywhere
all he could see was death
the water level that had gone down
made him hold his breath

The lovely touch of the water
and his feet now, felt awkward
The knowledge that it also held
beneath it, a graveyard

Still walking, still strolling
still observing the grim scene
He saw the reflection of some trees
the water, He had to agree, was one beautiful screen

It mirrored the image
the flow stirred it,
The sun shone on its world
the water blurred it.

Down gazed his eyes and
they saw a scopion moving
He felt as if it was, to the
rhythm of his feet, grooving

He crept away from it
and ran to some place, other
and an irony striked his mind
a scopion's afraid of another

But in that one walk
by the river
his mind shook, as it saw
what the scene next delievered

A shell there was unopened
through the gaps, He saw a pearl
He thought of the poor creature
on dust, which spat and twirled

It survived and braved the dust
that had entered it's shell
for years and years and years
untill its shell got swelled

It must have died not long ago
for the pearl was still so shiny
and it had worked upon it hard
for, the pearl, he wouldn't call it, tiny

There was so much to think
there was a new dimension
The smile, which once faded,
returned and broke the tension

For among this death around the banks,
and view that was so grim
A truth, a spark
of knowledge came along to him

While in this world of humans
or the world of fish, the water
There will be creation, will be life
and there will also be death and slaughter

Life's not there for us to think and waste upon
what's happened or what will happen after
It's there for us to work and work so
we leave behind things that will bring smiles and laughter....

Untitled

Everything feels so lame
There's a beauty in the pain
The blood has left its stain..

Out there sets in a mist
His hands curled into a fist
The blood, he touched and kissed..

All that's left of a star, is a black hole
The shining bright white light, it stole
The blood is going, and so will his soul..

He gets up, and giddiness upon him dawns
This is not a game, with more respawns
But he's so bored with this life, he yawns..

He tries to walk and the blood, ruffles
The blood drips, the carpet, the sound, muffles
He looks, he smiles and out of the room, he shuffles..

Its his death, but he has to smoke
He takes a drag but, on it, he chokes
The lit end, on the arm, he strokes..

More blood, he expectorates
Moving through the mist, his death, he awaits
He wants to lie, and blame it on The Fates..

The mist thickens to become a fog
Doesn't look, and he trips on a log
Makes him think more about him being a cog..

He'll wait for this death while he's down
He's happy, though he fell, and on his face, there is no frown
Random thoughts cross his mind, and in one, he's a clown..


(to be contd.)



--
by dranz3r

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.....

The End...

The End.
The End of War.
The End of Hatred.
The End of Jealousy.
But Then
The End of Peace.
The End of Harmony.
The End of Happiness.
The End of Love.
The End of a Life...........????
Does it have to be?
Is it justified?
The world is dynamic............
and everything ever-changing....
and ever-evolving...............
Everything that starts
has to end......
and sittin here i just cant pretend.....
that the love tht once grew in my heart,
for a lady so full of beauty,
whose love be greater than that of Hera,
whose divinity beyond compare,
whose innocence i thot wuld never end,
would never end.
or rather be forcefully ended...
by none but her whose heart had not yet mended......
the things tht she suffered from nd styl does suffer
i could only imagine.....
In search for true love she set out.....
knowing that she walks on a road....
where thorns guard the roses......
more heavily than trojans did troy...
and tricks nd treachery hv corrupted
tht sacred path of hapiness and joy.......
on search did she embark.......
nd made her soft heart stark......
made darkness her frnd for lyf...
tho she did keep a hope alive....
w8in for her personal jesus ......
loving all of them in purest way......
shattered her dreams were....her heart did sway...
didn't she want it all to end......
like days and plays and fashions nd trends......
My love for her grew even more.....
wht clicked my mind i'm styl not sure......
her protection became the reason....
to life my true lyf tht now did start......
only to end nd tear me apart........
the end of her sadism is accpted and hapened wht shuld......
but ends are also faced by the good.......
My story ended in heaps of misery..........
lies wht is a grave covered with ashes........

and now.......the end of another year........why does it all have to end????

My Death....????.........hmmm...... MY DEATH....!!!

I'm fine, but I can't take this anymore.
I watch the blood drip, when I want it to pour.
Nobody tried to help me through this.
They just told me not to do this.
I'm dying fast, my life is leaving.
I grow increasingly colder.
But you'll continue to get older.
My next breath may be my final.
No one will greet me on arrival.
I'll miss you when I'm gone.
Will you think of me even when you move on?
Where do I go from here?
Leaving you's been my only fear.
Will I cross your mind after my final breath?
Will you think of me after my blessed death?

Weed, my favourite drug.....

Weed
I love the drug
Relief, Relaxation and calming mind's upraor
Yeah, this is what i smoke it for..........

Weed
I roll the Joint
You get to know your innermost feelings
You get to confront your deepest inklings

Weed
I light the spliff
The smoke enters me as my face reshapes
A gasp, a sudden laughter escapes

Weed
I take another puff
My head spins a little bit
This time, my nose, the smoke, emits

Weed
I draw in more smoke
The marijuana keeps on burning
The glow, it keeps on urging.............

Weed
I close my eyes
The room gets phantasmagoric or so i think
It remains the same, no matter how much i blink

Weed
I am looking as it ends
An impulse to take in more smoke arises
A challenge to walk, is what my body faces

Weed
I laugh and laugh and laugh
I walk out from my room into the open
feels like a dead man, walking away from his coffin

.......this aint all.....its just started....w8 for wht actually happens when u take it.

hmmmm........

A Post to ask the viewers to look below and not jus concentrate on the poem thts the first...... cuz i wrote sum good ones down below too.......

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hmmm.......a new style of rhyming.....no proper title uptill now...

Days went by when
i was looking for you.......my love
a hand covered in a black glove
but, was blocking the view

The hand that governs the destiny
of fate itself; the hand that writes.....my doom
should've known it'll come so soon
only, i thought the hand just wrights

Remembering what came my way and
wondering what is still to be.........my future
hoping something good from the maker
although, the past was a bit shady

Life will go on and on
its the same with my lies........my wiles
on others and myself; executed with smiles
which, leads to my soul's demise

Its getting worse and worse
I am blessed with my own curse.......my bane
who cares now i am far from sane
time's come now, for me to be hearsed