Messiah....

At the whiff of the dusk dwelling on my conscience..

I was waiting..Travelling into the world of my imaginations..

I craved for the presence of an unknown..

When simple lies veiled my being..

And agony rooted deep in my heart..

The footsteps of a stranger slithered into my life..

The touch of his hand moved my soul..

The shadow of him left me faltering..

Guided by the stars and the blessings of the messiah..

I felt the presence of the unknown…

He took my hand and brought me back to life..

And my existence was made felt on this universe..

Sprinkles of emotions showered on me..

And I drenched in this pain called love..

An angel in disguise, he worked his charisma on me..

And, surrender did I…to him and to his Gods..

As I laid my dreams on his hands..

He caressed them and made them own..

You belong to my soul..

A certain touch of miracle you are..

A belief born out of ashes…

You are an answer to the calls of a solitary wanderer..

Drape me with your arms..and walk me through the Garden of Bliss..

I belong to you..

The Deep is calling for us to be gone..

Into the midst of eternity..

I am someone who wasn't afraid of pain, because in order to master the soul one must also learn to master the body. Once you experience pain, you find peace and also leads to pleasure...Don't get used to it because its very easy to become habituated; its a powerful drug. Its in our daily lives, in our hidden sufferings, in the sacrifices we make, blaming for the destruction of our dreams.
Pain is frightening when it shows its real face, but its seductive when it comes disguised as sacrifice or self-denial or cowardice. How much we may reject it, we humans always find a way of being with pain or flirting with it and making it a part of our lives........


11 Minutes

Destined....

The Sacred Ashes of Wisdom..

I scatter on the Earth beneath...

I lay my naked soul before the Gods of Disgrace...

Sanity clings to that last thread...

Torn...

Defying the vengeance of the angels...

I tread the Waters of the Belonged..

The nonchalance of the mourners,

Drag my existence to dust..

Chanting the last hymns of purity,

I let be devoured by the dark...

And lay still with moments of time... 
Forgotten and Forgiven.....