Vacation in Abyss

Night haunted by a strange melody this day, wilderness has it's own mystical way, in a trance my spirit, immovable but dancing, keeps roaming around the dubious road; all the wolves howl and let me know the danger is nearby prancing.

I dove into the abyss not afraid of the depth, life could not worn me down so how could death, floating in the air the giddiness plagues my head, I don't recall what mother said,feathers carry me soflty to the nest.

Mythical creatures consume my unholy mind, the lost little girl with her face I seem to have find,together we create a different wave of currents, hedonism takes over the bubbling wrath of moralist, a maze she wanders in and I'm the escape artist.

In the depths of this wild trench, I create an escapist world, declare myself the lord, a long burning thirst quenched; we both speak in poetry so diabolical, like a woman's mind, the tracks are erased of our journey undertaken, sins we bred are forsaken.

Dunes surrounded by a blue ocean, they cover all the love we dropped, bunch of flowers plucked to make a soul soup, not a love potion, it shows me bursting patterns in loop, clouds ate up the sun for our fun; they give us the dark for lovemaking marathon.

Malicious glint in the red eyes staring us, a web of deceit our world, if ignored not a bliss; saving we do not need, just a strangers hand to hold our head so weary, the herd is wary of my imagination greed, cold and at the same time fiery.

She whispers softly it's time for her to leave,she is not lost anymore, she belongs to someone else, her world has me only as the guilty pleasure to free her spirit, for my mind her heart does not beat; the dream is turning real, I flee and jump into the river of wine so free.

Marching forward to a maddening beat, the abyss presents to me a icy cavern, a frozen lake with a carcass of a boat, the penguins are dugging up a hole in search of watery froth, they snuggle up to me and give me the key, I swallow it down and swim in peace.

Twisted and stoned immaculate are the trees, winds are icy and distant with a plea, wake up from the slumber oh dear mortal, leave the land of ironies and feel so brutal; I do not wish to climb out of the ancient well,where the bells do not toll and souls we do not sell.

Unknowns

Withering away under the melting sun, they cannot hear or breathe the green source of fun, phonetics without any comparison, adjectives sound condescending holding beneath a reason.

Pot belly is a rare commodity, the child a poster boy for natural calamity, this is your god's way to heaven, laughs the mad beggar with squinted eyes, the stairway to the sky is broken.

A glimpse of soul seen through linen, the borrowed rag of cotton, they both showcase the same quality, never could anyone imagine the similarity, nights spent in luck's shelter, bottles in line to be broken, no helter skelter.

The doors to the hut are only half open, kids keep roaming around the lawn frozen, the clothes are not enough for the frail body in motion, fake wine and brandy flow; only the women know as there ego doesn't overblow.

These are the tribes of unknowns, omnipresent they are, only eyes with empathy recognize need of the hour,houses of mud never called home, immeasurable the sweat, hollow bones.

There is no revolt in their blood, all of it spent in getting the kids meat, life a game where rewards are few, conditions favorable is an unreachable avenue,a killing joke hidden in their death, shallow graves on earth.

Lost Tales Of Time

The red ocean of heads crop up, all wondering where the master has gone, never to return the master bluffs, a victory not won but seeds sown, agony flares up the wounded nostrils,without meaning the cheap war thrills.

The king walks alone, towards the molten mountains, hot air felt like a cool breeze,the barren land is a reminder of the future, he intends to turn time on it's head and rule the coveted shire.

Like words of a book the memories, engraved deep but easily forgotten by mortals, an ethereal beauty of a queen, the cackling sound of his newborn, eyes closed he would sacrifice them all, aimless aim is the iron throne.

At home the soldiers bemused, conspired, grieved the master, some could see the empty chair, some would lust the queen, insane are their whims but sin a man must, without sins salvation has no worth.

The despair internalizing into mad pain, swords clash and the bullets fly, only two faces either a friend or enemy, but the thin line keeps blurring, charred the houses in civil war, children scurrying.

Queen always knew herself, a gusty survivor she easily slipped into roles, a chameleon, sex object, royal beauty, doting wife, infidel love was her kind, her heart was a flustered hare, wished the king was here.

Prince saw it all with a meandering curiosity, all he wanted was to see his toys again, mother sobbed inconsolable,a ropeless kite, a man not his father always graced his presence at night, they both made noises prince did not understand.

Journey was unbearable for the king, his ship he had abandoned, a coward he feared the eyes of failure, his throne was all he had, the only one in his head, gazed out of focus the lava shone like a sun, shameless the king took a leap of faith into an endless run.

Patience not a virtue of the rich, the poor soldiers snatched it away, plundered the whole town in lust for prime bay, scarred the souls of the protector gods, why humans they pondered, on their futile plans they weeped.

Queen's lover blinded in love, all he imagined was a happy romp into the sunset, an outlaw by his choice, annihilated the forces of reason, did he not care about the doomed empire, only concern the carnal desire.

Ravaged villages sang the songs of tyranny, saviours were far and few, butchered souls wandering in fits of rage, time stopped to honor the brutality, corpses decorated the welcome ridges, infantry so divided they burned all the resurrection bridges.

Atop the black hill queen stood, near her legs prince threw tantrums galore, that familiar stranger appeared again, coaxed into taking the jump, they would reunite in god's world, King's face flashed, betrayal swimmed in lover's eyes as queen pushed, he never screamed, prince felt relieved.

This tale never saw a fitting end, prince and the queen never returned, the only loser was the innocent town, looted by personal ambitions it vanished from the map, end of the night for a comic tragedy, souls keep wandering though, still searching for reason of madness show.

No rest for the wicked, no courage for the coward, no fidelity for the infidel, no reason for the blind lust, no purity for the innocent, no shock for the conspiracy,no decision final for woman's heart, no end true to a story, no memories baggage free.

Last One

I can see it all hidden in your hasty eyes
The way they conceal the bursting lies
Oh they hold a cave of secrets in a box
The chest you hold dear, such a cunning fox

Your words bemuse me and I get dumb
With face like an unreadable book so numb
The motives are beyond my comprehension
All I know is that charming smile aberration

The clock hands defile my show of patience
Walks we take are of ambiguous distance
The other one took you but you still are here
Want me or not, be cruel and make it clear

I stomped on my heart shaped box dearly
Made peace with you gone away so freely
The attention showered is my self esteem
If none then I conjure up one happy dream

The games we play turning so sinister
Acquired a role which has no limit or barrier
You try to distance the mind away from me
The heart disallows, it knows it has to flee

The good deeds don't matter for free will
The man in sky shouting it so clear & shrill
The night sky has given way to grey clouds
The rain will only fall once seed is ploughed

Words fall short and images float in front
They are fading slowly but remain blunt
Around my head are your invisible hands
I hold them one last time as lost friends

The doors do not remain open eternally
Glass of the windows reflect you finally
Your letters are now far from the reach
White flag now flying, war of love seige

Lying on the floor amongst a sea of drops
This is my last ode to your faded love props
Perhaps a day will dawn when I smile free
Remembering the good times my only plea