Fragile Existence

they smelt lavender in English rains
the greens breed on her ashes again
cremated before she saw her face
even before she knew her name

a daylight she honoured
a night she stayed awake
a song she heard from her mother
and many noises she couldn't take

a breath to catch and a life to save
a battle to be won
a darkness to stay away

sensed a gloom among the mortals in white
masked in the glory of medicines in life
a life to pump in and not to say good bye
they strive hard to make her breath and cry

A resonance echoed , she felt her eyes close
cold sensation down her last bone
white covered this infants plain
yet she was named....
remembered in suffering till this day






R.I.P
Rahel Miriam

01/06/2007 - 02/06/2007

Perturbed

A whisper in the crowd
as she heads down
among her comrades of affection

jaded and lost
as she steps in the hall
thousand eyes roving her direction

one steps out
among the crowd and follows her stride
tries to stand on her toe
and see her world with a pride

a winter of change he wanted in her
but.....
nothing surpassed her clustered mind

a grand sermon by him
traumatised her and
made her mind limp (inside)

her devoted maiden
stepped for her aid
only to find a fallen morbid angel
one step closer too her brain
would blow her peace and perception

questions wound her body and soul
try not to know her
she is a rhyme unknown

Ode to Opeth

( An ode to the people whose lyrics inspired me to think and write and travel the world of illusions..........Many of the words used below are the name of their tracks...)


nothing brings so serene
as the forest of October
starts to harvest

the silhouette of the
funeral portrait
reminds me of
the serenity painted death

though the black immortal rose will
share the dirge of November
in the hours of wealth
commence my isolation years

beneath the mire
to bid you farewell
in the mist she was standing
near her windowpane

in my time of need
hope leaves
and death whispered a lullaby
for absent friends

on the face of Melinda
white cluster paints
the lepers affinity
under the weeping moon

a fair judgement
is my wreath............

............deliverance
by the pain i see in others

i advent to the night and the silent waters
with closure of credence to rid the disease
creating my ending credits.

By My Masters Pride

i howled in d shadows
lifted the veil of sin
canopy of my master
blinded me within

ruptured sores on cadaver
tearing me apart
by my masters toe .....on d shackle
a callous killing i starved

drench me .....in abomination
make me go extinct
sheathed in desolation
a vicious circle sinks in

fangs dig deeper
of my sinister past
inches me nearer
to survivals one last chance

Doctrine of Agony

she breathes by the moonrise
a wall to cross again
beneath the calmness
rests an anger upon her stare

she looks past d window
a dogma to sign
a fluid understanding
of the treachery and d lie.

she hangs on the extreme
battling for her share of air
fell amid d clay
a brawl to dictate her ways

encrusted in miseries
her fall was a disclosure
testimony for her time
to be run over by nine

clawed to her doctrine
she leaped towards d Nile
drowned in the beauty
of pain and denial.

Dearth

i await for arrival
in the stone cold eerie wind
whisper the mourning silence
her green blue bleak eye stint

conceived an understanding
as she tore her gaze from me
systematic she ripped off
the winter from the winds

denial , she tasted
from her unborn wretched twins
perched upon the willow tree
her execution made her history