born Free

Disowned at birth,
I lived my life so.
An outcast,
i struggled
in a world
devil's own.

Discovered adulthood
that only i comprehended
and felt too!
-I Did!

-Labelled void;
i loved too,
but never voiced;
for i was bound to the outcome
of my birth itself.

In negation I Lived,
and i lie here today
dying
-still sexless

Serene

That Stone doth lie there .
Dead it has been,
Dead it will be forever;
Watching....

Revolutions, changes for the better
love lost, for the worse.
Hatred it has seen,
with itself sitting
calm,
in drains of blood

--blood that has crusted onto it;
that no-one has bothered
to wipe clean.


That Stone doth lie there;
born it was to this 'world'
in phases
-as it lives on in them too.

It's wrath never lets loose,
though it feels so much

That Stone, dead forever,
doth lie there.
Not an inch it moved
since it born
....just shone

Dead

one last time

Ashes fly in
as the westwinds blow.
Against the flow
they fly
-ashes

After Burial

I lie here in my grave
open eyed;
contemplating.

Darkness I've lived through,
till after my casket was sealed.
Claustrophobic.

I ascended, as i was lowered
for burial.

My lover's teardrops
saturate the soil above me.
Daises blossom
-black
-burnt
-charred

This topic was one- given to folks who participated in a poetry writing compett at Ramjas.... I didnt participate, but tried my hand at the topic post event

lesson 1

Kill you will i?
No that's too mellow.

Slit you, scar you,
chain you,
and let you lie-
bleeding.

So you learn,
the essnce of life.
so you learn,
what every breath means.

....And all you'll have,
will be your blood
to drink;
to keep yourself
from treading towards
eternal misery

The

This is it!

Derogation

Never called truce
with her war-mates.
Lost all.
Her all in process.
She shunned all good,
all that came her way
-"Pseudo!"

Lost all to the world,
hope with the world's own
she lost too.....

Spun on alone,
herself used,
abused,
re-used

Screamed and groaned
through her last breaths,
leaving her home
and it's seekers in misery;

no one to set her aflame;
She is still
at war

Come Hither, and Stay

It comes to me,
when I'm at my peak;
above all
i soar,
am proud.

Proven though,
too proud i reckon;
for i came
tumbling down.
To a level so low,
I'd never seen myself so.

The pressure is immense.
Unbearable.
will i have to let go?
Let go,
of my pride??

NO!! The pride shall stay
for this is what i am

it works

ok....i take my curses back....
finally figured out how to work this shit...
thankyou

anytime u need help, just flash that flood light in the sky
----batman will come!
PEACE!

PS: i love stram of consciousness writing :P

ONE

Man on the edge,
almost fallen
holds himself,
-just an inch to go

"What will it be?
-Sink to glory?
-or back to labour"?
He cant decide.
He holds himself,
with just a step to go.

Something beckons,
spotless.
Glistening,
calling.
Luring as it is,
leaping towards him,
calling again.
....Just an inch to go

But he!!
He steps back;
for he remembers
father's words
from when he was three.
- "What doesn't glitter ,
may be gold"

He takes his chance;
greedy as he is
for gold, not salvation.
Realise he doesn't,
that salvation he has reached.

---That one inch covered
that one step taken

KING - OF - OUR - SYSTEM

'Bleeding' in
through the 'pain',
killing shadows
-and what lurks in them.

Their wings
he rapps,
with just one drop of his.
On.
Everyday.

BLAH!

ok whatever....cant figure this out, so im just gonna keep postin mad.... to hell with organisation and presentation.... i can take my readers for granted since they are so generous....whatever that means....this is a stream of conciousness writing.... and im enjoyin it!! YAY!

alright, poem time

WTF

ok....
either this site sucks apples....or i dont know how to handle it....

i cant seem to put in enough spaces between my verses man!....
i pressed "enter" between each of the lines in my last post....but it doesnt show....and the verses simply stick to each other like vineet to vagina!!!
haaalp me learn...
pilij

Nostalgia

Lusturous images

of green with blue above,

distorted they turned;

width wise.

Hazed they lay now.

New charecters emerge

over time.

Unwanted, since uninvited;

irritable as i get,

i want them to leave

(they are grey)

i want the original

back.

The blues and greens;

sharp again,

crisp,

unhazy.

cant go back in time,

will go on hence

to have the original

back

INTRO

see, I'm not a writer...
am definitely lousy at prose
but i try my hand at poetry every now and then.....
cant say why , but usually end up writing "dark poetry" ,as they call it.
thought id share it with a select few....the few who know me better than what i look like, or seem like on the outside....
also, most of the poems here, I've written beforehand and am just making them available online for critique.....neither have they been published chronologically

so basically if you're reading this.... consider yourself a privileged ass.

here goes nothing.........