Tag Archives: 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.
Reverie
Curled up
in a corner
staring at the mossed walls
amidst the light that devours fireflies
the petrichor is now stronger
than all the ales I had
this reverie
the imagery shows no sign of ceasing
and with everything coming back to me
I am ready to stumble again
and fall every step
to write and rewrite
the joy is somewhat incessant
like it always has been.
Behold
Lo Behold for the time has come,
to raise the glasses
for the worthy unsung
it is the day they embraced death
as a good old friend, with respect
the rains will dance
and lightning will cry
they did not went alone
in the darkest night
someday sometime one has to leap
with eyes open and heart asleep
let us celebrate the honorable dead
with the brightest faces, tears unshed
Lo behold the time has come
to raise glasses
for the worthy unsung
Writings to Heaven 