the darkened horizon
will attracts no birds today
the storm
won’t adore the weak
a walk on the shores
would be a blind suicide
for the moon’s love
would conjure the sea
Tag Archives: Fiction & Poetry
Megalomaniac
I crave for power,
more than the glittery gold
or stack of cash bundles
It’s kind of megalomaniacal but sane
because when they come for me,
barehanded and blood thirsty
only my gut and the healed bruises
will serve me truly
Scriptures
ink spilled
over papers or parchments
by the devoted disciples,
to govern for the unseen holy authority
never imagined that their devotion,
would be so misunderstood
that the rivers would be full of blood,
crusade would be full of cries of children
and a symbol or a petty face
would conjure fears
in generations to come
when a smile can’t guide to us love
but a scripture can guide us,
to hate that is when you know
that the world is doomed not due to lack of love
but due to ignorance of it.
Don’t
Don’t just write
because it’s time to,
you won’t find anything inside
a tangeled void
sings nothing today
maybe tomorrow.
Ambitions
Like leaves on sun burnt trees
our ambitions slowly recede,
as the winds of change blow
are you really ready to let them go?
or would you catch them
as they fall and scatter
dead may always remain dead
but would it ever matter?
would you not wait for a whole season,
for them to grow again?
or just sit infront of the idiot box
silently biting away your pain.
Writings to Heaven 