Poetisia's

Days and Nights

2007-12-02T09:32:00.000-08:00

The sky is coming closer
Shining day has closed its light
Twilights rising and fading simultaneously
Shadows lengthening like sceptres of angels
Lazy winds weaving a web of mysteries
Following the whispered voices of the yonder horizon
Long day is passing into oblivion leavinng no songs unsung
Only the stars over the night are twitching their eyes
And the golden eagle shedding tears of the wingless valley
Like a stormy petrel sighing off his last violin.

Gods have prayed their last prayers
They have worshipped with earthly desires
All souls have finished their rituals in millions together
As if it is time to call it a day for the time being
As if it is turning point into the ages of antiquity
Human souls are upholding the worldly glory of delights
The dark river has flowed into the ocean in haste
And all birds have returned to their nests
At long last the long day has passed into the blues
To embrace the shy beauty of pains and longings.

I Will Pay You In More Love

2007-11-20T04:39:00.000-08:00

I will love you

I will rise up in thosand lights
When the black sun unveils its shadow
Darkness veils you in all disguises
But you wrap your face in delighting pleasure
As if you are lost in a pool of blood and tears
Yet the voyage of time time never ceases to be there
To die with you in ancient splendour.

The light is green on your face
If everything goes in flames
If everything kisses you blind in fiery silence
Millions of fractures will join the procession
To follow your dancing footsteps
Then I will pay you in many loves
And all will become quiet in moonlight sonata
When I say love to you.

Like a wanderer I revolve round your orb of faith
My faith dissolves you in craving desire
You just feel like flying with shooting stars
Yet your love never pays me back in more love
You just disappear in a lone corner of your soul.

When the twin souls meet again in soliloquy
You just hide yourself all the more
I never cross the wind when I come close to your breath
As you swallow the violence in fear of death
Yet I will pay you in more love.

Wretched of The Earth

2007-11-12T04:40:00.000-08:00

Is that the haunted house of the king
Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?
Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers’ houses?
All those slaves still cry in the air
All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace
They are the nameless and faceless mortals
Who have been written off the pages of history
History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil
Has history ever told the true story of mankind?
Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?

Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten
He will remember the untold stories of burns and ruins
The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands
They will repeat the history in a new verse
The history will be replicated on a new horizon
Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten
The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched
And the wretched of the earth will be the new pages of history.

Beyond The Yonder Sky

2007-10-27T09:53:00.000-07:00

O, the birds of the sky
O, forest-dwelling sage of the north
Give us wisdom, give us the knowledge of the breadth of the sky
We will chase the depth of the ocean with our shadows falling back
We have never sucked the honey-comb
We have never kissed the feet of withering rays of the twilight
Give us a chance to feel the chill of death before life
Together we we will dance to the tune of satanic verses
Before praying on our last pyre.

O, the charisma of the old world
O, the saviours of the retracting sun
The light is still burning the surrounding darkness
When the apocalypse will be revealed to all
When the Magus of the East will burn the fire of wisdom
We are the smaller beings of God's forsaken children
We will again be reborn at His behest.

We pray to Thee with folded arms, O the Omniscient
We will see the face of our destiny
When there will be no more sighs of silence
And no more whispers of violence
Together we will spread our wings beyond the yonder sky.

O, My Old Guard!

2007-10-19T06:38:00.000-07:00

O, my Old Guard!
Life is swollen on your intrepid face
Your eyes tell the stories of many wars.
That ravaged soil of your distant land lies barren
Far yonder the valley of chirping birds, the sky is mournfully gray.
Flurry winds blowing the shy flowers on their petals
Your grandchildren playing hide and seek
With the legacy you have left behind
Not a single soul is wise enough to reach for the wisdom
You alone have held aloft the sun of destiny.

As you have won many wars to conquer the throne
Your grandchildren have forgotten the fairy tales
Neither they have come back to kiss your fearless face.
They will never look back to heave a sigh of relief
They never know that their days and nights are of your own
You only know that the civilisation is built on your bones and skulls
How much blood and sweat you have shed to defeat the enemy
Your sweated face is the history of mankind.
They never know that your hands have spread the bed of roses for them
They never know how many times you are born in this world.

And how many times you have died in conquest of longer days of light
They will never come back to see you dead beneath the soft soil
They will only know that once you lived and thence you died.
O, the Old Guard,
The only warrior of this world,
Birds will sing for you, flowers will never wither in your memory
And the sun will rise high above your head to kiss you good bye
Alas! You will never come alive!

When You Leave My Love

2007-10-09T22:26:00.000-07:00

The sky never appears big
When you leave my love behind my back
You rest assured as ever in your gray world
Your footsteps fumble in all corners
Your veiled wisdom never stokes fire
As though you have shed blood in soliloquy
Dewdrops snatch your little world
When I retreat back to my isles of forlorn hope.

I have built a nest for you
I have sung solemnly at your withdrawing shadows
You only choose to be the empress of the lost throne
Stormy petrel never dares to blow his conch
When mysteries pile on mysteries on a devil's eyebrows
You seem to have forgotten the untold fairy tales
You seem to have dared to cross swords with the winds
Nothing has betrayed your somnambulist dreams
The dreams that have closed the walls on you.

I will wait for the eternity to unveil your charm
That charm will demystify your soul's silence
My love will never dethrone your empire of violence
If you ever solemnly kiss the dust of my pains.

Where Shall I go? Where will you go?
Love has blossomed in thousand flowers in my nest
If you swallow the nectar of life and death
What can beat you in your desires for love?
Lovelorn hearts can battle in warring togetherness
Togetherness is whispering in all fleeting moments
Shadows of light has overcast the long lost darkness
And it is you who can breathe solace into eternity.

Sound of Dawn

2007-09-30T11:58:00.001-07:00

Let everything pass in a passage of time
Let us pause before the veil of peace
We will discover the myth and mystery.
Day meets here night into night
All melt into the cauldron of reality
Nothing remains untumbled
Nothing so evenly goes into the void
Reason of existence raises the hope of reaping
God holds the world upon his bosom.

For nothing we cry our heart out
For nothing we worship the unknown
The omniscient grooms our body and soul
Yet we pose a gravedigger before a hangman.
Forgetting the quivering sun in the heaven
Trumpeting the drum of peace in violent times
We build a bridge of the known and the unknown
We count the spells of time
As if something will rear its ugly head
Why should a deluge drown us
No human soul hears the sound of dawn.

Gray Moon And The Night

2007-09-30T11:55:00.000-07:00

So sombre are the moments
So dark is the overcasting horizon
Nothing swears by God's voice
The heart is throbbing in uncertainty
Never knowing the end of this catastrophe
Everywhere it is shineless night
A burning pyre extinguishing near by
Watching eyes saying nothing in haste
No voyage in soul-searching mission
Nothing is clear in the bleary-eyed moon
The moon is swimming in pools of blood.

Betwixt the oceanic silence and the ancient soul
There lies the vast grave for the departed soul
There lies something mysteriously strange
Something that knows no bounds for life and death
Everything is dwindling at furious pace
So many moments have crossed the battle field
Bloods brimming over the sunshine river
Nobody waiting for the tide to ebb
Someone has lost his home and hearth
At the turn of wheels moments pile on moments
Finding no solace from anybody
Night is just watching the consequence
Between the deep sea and the gray moon
There is nothing to hold aloft the glory of conscience.

I Will Win You

2007-09-26T11:56:00.000-07:00

Today or tomorrow I will love you
And I will win your everything
Everything of yours will be mine
I will not leave anything for you
You will lose everything for nothing.

One day it will be all yours
When you will love to love me alone
You will regain your lost soul
Let the creeping fears flash
Like a burning shadow in the wind
You will tremble in wonder of fears
As if you do not know how to love.

You love me or not I will love to win you
I will win you like a war is won in serendipity
I will raise you to the seventh heaven
That day you will foretaste your tomorrow
You will break all shackles in brighter light
Your time will open its wings in your vast existence
And you will be mine and only mine.

There is No Light

2007-09-26T11:53:00.000-07:00

No more shall there be any life
No more shall there be any wind
All the birds have shed their wings
Flowers have shed their petals
The trees are all alone
The withered leaves will now dance in stillness
Darkness has created darkness night after night
Days are lying long in shadows
All the dying images have stopped miming
What will uncover the mask of wayward delight?
What will save save the hunger from hunger?

The river is not far away
Will it meet the ocean in its last voyage?
Shadows of memory of yonder land creeping in
Words vibrating in missing language
Untold tales of the past have told tales of sorrows and death
Life will be spared in long silence
What will fight against the regimen of violence?

Nothing Perishes in Our Dreams

2007-09-20T22:13:00.000-07:00

Everything perishes and everything is born
Nothing is lost in the wilderness for good
A man is born to die and is born in another guise
Nothing is disguised to pretend anything
Like a boat upturned on the coast line
It remains same as ever.
Ancient joy and hope never die
All are preoccupied in our brave soil
Everything comes alive in beauty and bites
The beauty we see in the uppermost sky
The beauty we cherish in our deep soil never die.

The goal of immortality is not what we ask for
The goal remains in our whispers
The immortality of the flame will not vanish
We talk in soliloquy in our dreams
Our dreams will never die as we walk along
We will remain secluded in our dream
We will never die, we will be born in another dream.

Your Struggle With Destiny

2007-09-18T23:29:00.000-07:00

You come by the gray setting sun
Slow passion disintegrates you into nothingness
Flowers have shed their petals in a ravaged corner
Rivers has lost the distance for long
Long scary shadows dance in your feet
But you never go back to search your soul
They are armies of decadence
They never give you peace of mind
They never see your beauty in body and soul
Only they know is to ravage the world
The world you have won on your own
They are the silent killers of the soul.

When they charm you by their benevolence
They cheat you on your consistence
They never know how to obey your essence
You cast a cruel look at their destiny
You just feel like running away
But you only whisper them away
And then they are drowned in their own violence
All levels of death have turned on them.

How To Know You

2007-09-18T23:13:00.000-07:00

You are dark unto light
You are the revolution of the sky
Light turns to black when you cry
Rivers flow with the morning breeze
To have a furtive look at you
Yet the sun hides into the cloud
You never know when there will be light.
You are the known and the unknown
Flowers peep into your wisdom not finding your soul
Wherever you go, you go in disguise
You sail by the day into night.

Your day begins into the night
Your face burns in darkness
Your are the past guiding the life into tomorrow.

We are the believers of mankind
We look forward to you for your blessings I
If you propel us into rhythmic soul
We go behind the veil to hide our blemishes
With you at heart we move along the orbit
And without you we are lost unto void of the world
Without your blessings we are at the bottomless pit
We do not know how to know you.

Nymph of The Valley

2007-09-16T23:01:00.000-07:00

Where had I seen you? I know your cloudless face, bleary-eyed forehead. Everything says what I imagined you in my remotest dream and desire. It takes a long while to forget the intrepid looking body and soul, Had God fashioned you in his own hand and in his own image. Is God the creator of soul? Where are you hailing from? I asked you. You remained as if a stormy petrel is whispering a soul song in your ear.

But I got my heart at you when you abruptly melted into your own clouds. In tears and jeers you cheered at your sovereignty. Your sovereignty spoke in many languages. In many words, it became a tome of dignity. You are just an epitome of rude fire and smoky fumes that never burn at the slightest provocation of love or hate. At the end of the tunnel I got you not running behind the stray dogs.

What should I name you? Nymph of the valley? The jingles of your body language is still deafening my silence. You are standing at the threshold of my conscience. You are neither singing nor dancing. Your presence makes all the difference as if someday you will kiss some somnambulist on his journey to oblivion. You are right at the corner of my wakefulness when all the birds have left their nests to greet the tomorrow to come.

Songs of Equality

2007-09-16T10:07:00.000-07:00

Everything is light beyond darkness
Sights and sounds come alive in beautiful flights
Nothing and nobody remain prisoned in this vast expanse
Beautiful things are equally distributed in all sermons
All things are equal in this world
All are born out of the soil and water
All dwelling in close proximity
Nature brings all those glory for one and all
Everyone and everything are equally situated
Equal voice say the prayers of good and bonhomie
But never they do sing the same song.

One day all will be in ruins
One day all will be floating in wavy silence
What if the world will be submerged in violence
Everybody will be facing the equal consequence
What if nobody and nothing remains the same as ever
Even then equal voice will sing the same obituary
If nothing cheers the glory in perseverance
The sense of good and bonhomie will remain.

A Deep Dream

2007-09-15T11:52:00.000-07:00

A deep dream at the far corner of the sky
Clouds of memory looming large over the horizon
The bell tolls for the peace to break in
Mystery silencing the horrors of the unknown
Splendour of beauty weeping in waves of light
History of ancient sages preaching incredible sermons
Humanity is revived once again.

Where are all those people gone?
Where have they hidden their treasure trove?
Cosmic soul says nothing
Yet nothing is salvaged at the altar of pride and glory
Glory is all that is humane and pride
Man's quest for better wisdom prevails
All evil designs defeated in the long run
History writes pages of lives
The sages sing the songs of eternity
Then why so much pains and violence roaring in anger
Will the history ever be rewritten?
Will there be a rising of another sun?

You Live In Your Desire

2007-09-11T22:14:00.000-07:00

You only live in your desire
In your desire lives a passion for life
A passion that drives you from your horizon to a blessed land
You only desire to live in your passion
You have no other dream to cherish
You have no other life to live.

When you ask for the moon
I can give you a crumbling of desire
Your desire only can make you alive
You are stronger than ever to spread your wings
I can let you fly to your desired destination
The rainbow land is a long way to wander
When you cry for the moon I will give you the destination
You only follow me to my way of untrodden path
That path leads you all the way to that destination.

When you go against the spirit
You never cross the path of oceanic desire
You never come back to your desired destination
It only rubs off the road of salvation
The salvation that you desire to come alive
In your desire only your salvation is salvaged
And your passion is regenerated again and again.

O, Drum-beater!

2007-09-11T22:11:00.000-07:00

O, drum-beater!
Beat your drum, beat your sweating chest
Our souls are crying for sounds of bereaving silence
Beat your drum in ecstatic frenzy
We are all dying for rains in cloudbursts
The streams never sluice through our aisles
Our valley is weeping in wells of tears
Millions of stomachs stoking fire in hunger
Millions of footsteps walking along the valley
Voices have joined voices to reach God's haven
Will the heavenly bliss smile on their faces?

Do, drum-beater, do
Trumpet our voice in your drum
Let our million voices reach the shore
We are all in one in quest of our destiny
We will conquer our hunger, we will conquer the world
Our victory will be for our life
Someday we will paint the whole sky in our sweat and blood.

Brave Slave

2007-09-11T12:05:00.000-07:00

You stand like a brave slave
Among the ruins of fire and brimstones you cry for your lost soul
All alone you walk along the rivers of blood and sweats
You know very well where the sky will meet the infinity
How mind and matter wiill equate the glory of heaven and earth.

Your world ceases to be your own
Your lost glory had infinite desires to cross new horizons
Yet the shadows of your bravery receded into nothingness
You remained prisoned in the cells of your faceless identity
You have heard the sages' voices coming from the seventh heaven
The sages were the slaves of their own world
They sang the voices of humanity
They never broke the shackles of slavery
They chose to bear the burden of bravery for nothing
Their wisdom of bravery has lost the way to the light.

You brave slave
Should you only hear the singing hisses of shackles?
Should you wander like a wayfarer
Who never sheds the guises of his old tattered shroud
The shroud that hides his pains and agony?

Paint Me Red

2007-09-10T11:50:00.000-07:00

I have lost my dreams, O dreamer
Dream me a world of lost souls
Let the dreams be my orb of passions
I will journey into the wonderland
To fetch a message conveying to one and all
All and everyone will fill the void of life
Millions will be shouting in jeers and cheers
Following the footsteps of the departed souls
And there will be a fountain of shine and glory.

Colours of cloud has painted me gray
Red bastion has withheld my conscience
How to reach the shadows of my guises
How to repay the feelings in my own essence
I will never be begging a dream in gray twilight
I will never be a stranger to millions
Paint me red all along my road
Paint my footsteps all along my road
How far is my rising horizon
Paint me red
All along the path of the setting sun
I will embrace each and everyone on my journey
No one will be left far behind.

Who Has Stolen My Shadows?

2007-09-09T10:54:00.000-07:00

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?
Time wraps days after nights
All spaces sizzling in prairie fire like a nomadic tribe
Sudden silence of violence crying in a whimper of oceanic slumber
I forget to remember the consequence of existence
The chiaroscuro of my shadows follow all the way to the blessed land
Where lies my true colours of silence of life unto death.

Hearken to the voice of hidden mystique
Nothing is dispensable in warring togetherness
All embedded in natural joy and glory
Hope and beauty all too clear to the ephemeral guise
Who can fly into the rage of fiery silence?
Colours smile on colours in jest and fury
Who can paint the vast expanse of mother's benevolence?
Images of lost dreams surround the canvas of shadows
Seven sins and virtues breathe the ecstasy of existence
They are born and re-born in fleeting wings
Yet there is so much agony and ecstasy hiding in every soul.

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?

Ode To My silence

2007-09-09T03:08:00.000-07:00

Where is my silence, o my silence?
Darkness surrounding darkness
Gathering storms on my graveyard, o my silence
Where are you born in me beleaguered world?
Are you born into the silence of night
Never to be born again unto the death of life?
When I am salvaging my self and beings
And a fleeting butterfly kisses the charm of the season
You stand like a block of rock leaning against the falling sky
Yet my sacred silence breaks you asunder
Why are you not my silence of unspoken brotherhood?

Silence, o my silence, where are you?
Why are you born into my besieged territory?
My forlorn hope breathes fire in a tempest of agony
I shall go along the length of my desire
To overcome the lassitude of my anguished pains
My pains will be extinguishing the fear of freedom.

O, my silence, where are basking in your glory?
My soul aches for thee in solemn whispering
My soul bleeds for more rousing violence
The violence will get you nowhere in my shadows
If your sacred shroud is never revealed in your voice
The voice that searches for discretion of wortwhileness
Why then the truth of beauty cries in vain?

O, my silence, beget the pristine melancholy for me
I will beg your Promethean fire once more to extinguish
And my nostalgia will breathe life unto more life to cherish.
O, my silence, my silence,
Why are you wrapping in mystery of heavenly bliss?
I pray to God all alone, where are you?