Monday, 17 March 2008

Echoes Of Unwritten Verses...

One day, standing one twilight land,
Saw you passing thru shades divine;
‘Lil Cupid came
And took his aim,
Felt your name in my heart was signed;
With arrow's knot,
Verses I shot
With endless stanzas, words and lines
And they won't break
For else's sake -
Until you're mine
[Until you're mine]...

One day, resting one misty forest,
I asked, "When will my dawning come?"
It loomed aloof,
With howling wolves,
Said, "Not until you're sin-succumbed"...
One rose it sent,
With that I went
Towards your door and had it clumped -
Till all meets doom,
It will perfume
In your sanctum...
[In your sanctum]...

One day one star falling from far,
Asked me if there were things I yearned;
"Don’t ask me, dear,
And don’t come near,
For by my half, your brightness shuns"...
It stopped mid-way
And burnt away,
Vanished beside the countless suns -
Still on with halt,
My star won’t fall,
Till you I stun...
[Till you I stun]...

One day I wrote to winter one note,
As king, "When is returning spring?"
The winter smirked,
From frosty dark,
And sent one dove with divine wings;
Its flesh I tapped
Upon my lap,
Pondered, if now my life death brings -
When my life’s left
That dove will wait
To hear you sing...
[To hear you sing]...

One day I sank one riverbank,
Your boundless miles I tried to swim;
It counter waved,
Having me saved,
And sent one mirror from its stream;
Looked at my face,
With faithless grace -
Your endless dreams far away dimmed -
That mirror will
Be gleaming still
A lonesome seam...
[A lonesome seam]...

One day one lightning roared up bright,
"Why yours and mine rains seem the same?"
With swaddled look,
My sad head shook,
For there was nothing to proclaim;
The lighting felt,
My silent tale,
One dim mist thru its tempest came -
When dust I've become
That mist will hum
And loom your name...
[And loom your name]...

One day I nodded to one God,
Blessings for you were what I craved;
From heavens' pits
That Godly wrist
Showed me a dew from hidden cave;
I thought for while
And found God's whys
For that dew had eternal save
And it won't dry
Will splash your sky
Upon my grave...
[Upon my grave]...

One day my corpse versed to a verse,
Thinking of your eternity;
With sleepless dreams
On my dead glimpse,
Felt words aren't of infinity;
Planted two seeds
Of Tulip's breed,
When I'm not in vicinity -
Will grow those flowers
With dreams of ours
‘Neath showers of your divinity...


Thursday, 6 March 2008

The Supplicant...


Split the phantom from my sleeps,
Passing through shades of Godless slums;
Since mine is wraith without his wrath,
Waiting for promised days to come;
Yet I shall raise my blazing fists,
Thumping through hells' and heavens' swamps,
To offer you Altar of Hearts -
Vow to you of endless sanctum...

Stab the shadow of my ghost,
Walking through beams of dimming noon;
Since mine’s eclipse of solar core -
Dead, shattered ‘fore your life too soon;
Yet I shall rupture twilight warps
Stalking to merge with waning moon,
To offer you Haven of Stars -
Dance with me till fades nightly tune...

Nosh the flesh of my demon,
Roaming through tombs of growing bones;
Since mine is shot in void of graves
With dead virgins on dusted stones;
Yet I shall wrestle with angels,
Strangle each till ultimate groan,
To offer you Hearth of Vesta -
Blast me out where you are enthroned...

Chop the skull of my angel,
Flying through dark abysmal pits;
Since mine is undead corpse of fate,
Twisted and forged by Satan’s wit;
Yet I shall swaddle out from hell
And carve a shrine where you befit,
To offer you Goddess' Halo -
Care less even Gods don't permit...

Hunt the trip of my dead Gods,
Creeping through stench of damping myth;
Since mine is gloomy glimpse of doom
Where witches greet with lustrous pith;
Yet I shall clasp my lethal bolts
Till all the viles fall far beneath,
To offer you Palace of Zeus -
Place you above, beyond zenith...

Dig the last of my mortal,
Scorching through first of swooning dawn;
Since mine is thirst for dust and myrrh
Where wolves play howls with serpents’ spawn;
Yet I shall chant your holy scripts
'Neath willows till my final yawn,
To offer you Pyre of Phoenix -
Blow me to death, I’ll be reborn...