Dead Foetus

i spoke an unspoken truth
clandestine i thought...i wud cover with grim
he read me rite across my cloudy eyes
the night she died ...the flowery child inside


i picked up seeds of remorse
dialled the numbers i felt close
chanted the prayers to feel better
still disturbed .............a penance

i assumed ill die of the guilt
but anguish was all i earned
yearned for a smile..... by him
i stood beside my mortal twin

it pricked me .........d question
of y i killed my spawn
is it my desire to earn
fashion and fawn??

i never saw d dawn of hope
till today he never spoke....

i yearned for my trial
than face the guilt & pain
but he chose to make me live
and play the lead in my own game...

Buried Alive

they placed my skull among the remains
remains of my ancestors and my own race

time ticked away, as they had no time to waste
delirium infested moon showered
the final seeds of craze

caked in the soil, moist and tanned
they crossed my hand and took a stand
defeated, .....my will to live ....escaped my carcass
"a lifeless blood drained body cant be awake" they said at last

a hermetic casket
was the last my eyes could see
though paralysed,
i was buried alive

they stuck a blade upon me
a blade with which oozed
the ruby eyed blood stream

they assumed me to be dead
but still my eyes could see
buried alive among the rest
lost the hope to see dawn and her beams...

i longed for life to come and take me away
but twas death that knocked on my door
with her forever to stay.....

Down the Silent Waters

i passed the growing ivy
they turned their gaze away
far across the moonlit lake
where unknown myths floated awake

the moan i heard
raised bubbles
upto the november skies
popped a song so melodic
viewers marched towards the sight

tramped the golden growth
with violet painted skies
cast a spell and the onlookers fell
a rage among the waters
gulped the mass who rhymed

i stared across my casement
a wardrobe floated by
enraged by the masses
i heard their silent cries

dawn replaced by darkness
still i stuck to the sill
felt the touch of my windowpane
extended my ears
to silence and the grim

Christ's Revelation

a thousand fate
left holding on my cloak
can i repeat
the thousand prayers
of my own flock??

i avenge a war
against obscurity for them
as mist, as clouds, as rains & yen
i drape my folks in rapture ....
how lil they kno of how i survive

demons tempted me
a life of sovereignty
but i still chose to carry
even the burdens
of my enemy

revelation predicts
the arrival of the beast
no sooner will the day arrive
wen My Father decides
who survives and who dies!!