Fairytale Reverie- The Hero


To the Lords above, the hero who cannot be reached.

Further away from reality an elegant arm is in breach.

Trying to create swirls by caressing the faceless air.

Conspirator, an outlaw uttering scandalous apellations.

Spurious claims or honest dreams are all just hallucinations.

Devoured the view until the darkness settled before eyes.

Then sweet angel drowned in time, too little too late to find.

Her long mane forms a halo and as she lay…

Alone upon a cloud on the ground she is grave,

Even a shadow cannot touch her, sire,

Your face is etched in lines and the forest is on fire,

Clutching a rose to her bosom she is floating in her reverie,

Kings, Wisemen and Knights all from nearby land came,

To preach or to pray, to bring her out of her reverie they say.

Her spirit floats above her out of the web they create,

Mankind is in dire need all of their selfish actions claim,

The kindred of all will not listen until out of the pain,

The wizard say only she could beseech,

To the Lords above, the hero who cannot be reached.


Black Shadow

I feel the presence of black shadow carrying you,

Taking it’s spill of treasure chest buried in your soul,

Mocking me with savage mirth, it whispers to you,

And I stand baffled of the power it carries on its dark wings.

Unconquered the thought that plagued,

Now a rivulet drops in a river,

I contemplate what manifests today,

As it bungles everything you cared for.

A measure of doubt is severe to the attention,

It grows in silhouette, and I need the intervention.

As the fear breads the anxiety in my soul,

I forgo…I forgo you,

So I’m no more under the surveillance of black shadow

I, Journey, Into Life

A mannequin of doubt resides in the shadow,

Telling me to hush the trivialities I speak.

Reclining towards a new tomorrow,

In latest advertisement the seams came unstitched,

A quarry where I started may not be my end,

Abstinence from the regret, I wander to find my nest.

Will I or Will I not?, questions hum through air,

A sigh from lips and finger on temples catch the despair,

the principle light that shines directly into eyes,

Unflinching the one who is bright and enlightened,

Seeing red, blue and white is the consumed vision.

Scattered dreams and collected thoughts don’t do much,

One around toes pricks the flesh and leaves a bruise,

Other cradled in hand lays playing dead,

On this voyage nothing stays and everyone is a-strayed,

Such is euphemism that defines I, journey, into life.


The illiterate night keeps an ensemble of stars and moon under wrap

Not a tremor or spark could peek out of its thick blanket hidden they are, so well

The darkness is heavy and grave even the shadows are afraid to escape into the light

Certain subjugation of situation demands me to dwell no more;it’s no longer easy to empathize

I’ve forgotten to feel beyond numbness as everything comes to a moot point

Forging a silent companionship i let the darkness consume my soul

I cannot count on my fingers the several nights I lay awake as dreams became sour

Until the clouds turned grey against depth of silent night

It broke the barricade let the little droplets of rain splattered on my window

I cannot guess the days that went by where tick of clock wasn’t inferno

Now cascading down the rivulets of water are putting away the flame

Oh insolent night! Do you suffer like many do when lost in a maze?

The light will shine again and the smell of whiskey will deplete

I hope to feel the ray of light and soon I may get a chance to redeem

Yet the beauty of night in it’s darkest hour is not easy to unseen