The Sage of Kailasha Pt-1

once upon a time, atop kailasha
sat a sage, who was woken up by his rage
the bearer of trident with powers
knowledge desire and execution
drum on the trident
that chants the teachings of vedas
a serpent around his neck
his ego, his ornament
rudraksh in his hand
his hair knotted like a dress
within his hair dwells ganga
which flows through time, passing wisdom
transpired from one epoch to the other
moon on his forehead
the master of time , timeless himself
the possessor of the third eye of knowledge
destroyer of evil and ignorance
cosmic dancer who when performs
his divine dance destroys a weary universe
for he is the one who personifies purity
one called the red one....

for he scowled at the man who broke his meditation
he looked down upon him
the man looked up at the sage
dawned his spiteful tale
the sage listened... though his ire persisted

The Girl I .......

Your eyes capture the soul of the oceans
for i tend to sink in the abyss of your eyes
when our hearts meet, our ends do too
your touch puts me in a deep slumber
for in my sleep, i see your dreams
we may be fathoms apart, but still
the winds carry your scent to me,
for all i seek is, you don’t forget
what i have not forgotten
I know you smile for me, somewhere
‘cause this breeze envelops your love for me
for i had forgotten how to love,
you came back to remind me.

A Memoir

I see you leaving my sight
i want to stop you
but the path you trod
is too good for me to stop you
i want you in my arms
yet i don't want to hold you back
the touch of your palm
the smell of your hair
the sight of your face
is all i have
but i am safe
i feel safe, because i know
even if you are not with me
you are still with me.!!!!

Ascend

the memories i have of you
are sad but true
burdened by your reminiscence
i find myself fading away in my tears
my soul feels trapped
it needs to escape
in this ruse called life
i can’t find my truce
for i have forlorn the verve to go on
lost, torn and shattered are my dreams
yet i am not fearful
because i know that i will rise again
like a phoenix, to fly again
only to burn you with me!

The Reaping

i lay in the abyss of the vast ocean
all alone, fighting my own desires
i have lost my soul to the devil
living to kill, killing to live
death does not mean anything to me
with my blooddrunk scythe
i light my own path
adding more weights to my sins
i can feel the darkness taking over me
but that does not stop me
i keep killing, adding more numbers to my name
it feels good, the urge to drink their blood grows stronger
they beg, plead, yet i slaughter them, steal their souls
men have tried and failed
death conquers all and i am death...........