Satisfaction

Was it you?

Was it you?

The one I needed?

The one I wanted?

The one I….

The dying moments of our love

Of this escapade

This poetry

That we created

This music

That we shouted

This writing

That we painted

Those dying moments

Showed me and you

Us…

Us…

The discarded petals

Of a fallen flower

The wasted drops

Of a vintage liquor

The trashed floor

Of a forgotten temple

It showed me

Showed us

Why were wrong

Why this was wrong

You were not my need

But a luxury

Not a desire

But a dream

For the moment I loved you

Was the moment my love died

And I stand here satisfied

But hollow on the inside.

Retirement

This will be my one last fight

And then I’m gonna be history

I’ll try to reach all those heights

And then there is no victory

I will testify my greatness and might

And free from expectations I will be

Into the pie of victory I will bite

And then from a distance I’ll see

The torch of my rule I will light

And then in another hand it will be

All darkness I will turn bright

And then to pay I have no fee

I will chase away all my frights

And then scared no longer I will be

All loosen bonds I will now tight

And then away I will be

Just let me win my one last fight

And then from this life I will flee.

Disgrace

Lost beyond these words

I see what you won’t believe

A mind disfigured by grim

It is evil yet serene

For society an existence ceased

People can be so cruel

Trekking on this treacherous sheath

In winds of poisonous tears

An adolescence lost to pain

A teenage that wasn’t there

This age old misery reminiscent

Of why this life is a failure

The uncoloured part of a rainbow

A pilot drowning in depths

Some words better left unsaid

This sarcasm of god bitter

Like the blank page of a diary

A pretty face scarred and burnt

Some roots don’t grow any trees

They only rot in dirt

Playing this tune devoid of rhythm

Beating doors with broken hands

Screaming pathetic to myself

I break down and succumb to fear

The Dream of Love

In this dream that I saw

Me and you together

Singing in the rain

Under the cloud cover

Not marred by the cold

But enjoying our warmth

Feeling the numbness

Shearing the pleasure

Holding our both hands

Looking in to your eyes

Searching for your gaze

Yet blankness I discover

Looking straight through me

Undermining my existence

Like a brute odd force

Separating our relation

Oh then do I realize

That it is not true

For in reality

Through me straight you won’t look

This is just a nightmare

A cold play memories me, fool

For in real, you are dead

Never to be in vision

The Black Dove

she lay on the muddy side

pearls set to drop from her eyes

in her vicinity the others strayed

not bothering to wipe away the pain

perhaps she really is an outcast

not worthy of their clan

her color to all's dismay

was the darkest part of black

her beady eyes stay lost

no hope of help now pesters

a dark gloom is what's at bay

with every breath nearing closer

she sits there deathly still

calmer than the heart of doom, if it is

for she no longer cares

how her end comes after this

the sun grows black today

all light covered by a dark disc

the clan thinks the outcast is evil, pray

they don't know whats coming their way

for the darkened day makes the black one shine

she can feel the power in her veins

her stone eyes look now yellow

her brightness in now so clear

she spreads her wings so huge

like a swodsman heaving his weapon

the sparkle from her blinding

the black queen's mind now clearer.

Demon's Love

On the way to heaven she lives

I see her playing with the doves

The essence that soul does give

Makes even demons believe in love

Her gentle sight spots me and flutters

Leaves me spell bound and dreamy

I love ya i want to stutter

Please love and set me free

She perhaps has the look of appraisal

But am not sure am her type

Nash, nfs. Zlot or kezal

Compared to her none is enough ripe

All that i like is stuffed in her

She has so much meaning to me

I see her n my soul shakes and stir

So easily she voows me..

Not sure i can win her heart

We're not in the same love league

Even though of heart she's a part

Chances of her liking me are bleak

The over-lord nfs has fallen

No longer i have any control

The word weaver has been maulen

Perhaps alone i'll again stroll

The Player

What is love

His only desire

What is pain

In his burnin fire

What is his plan

With consequences dire

What is the job

For which doom he hires

What is excitement

When so soon he tires

What is the reason

He hangs on that wire

What is the truth

When his surname's a liar