Bleeding heart

 Yell of a bleeding heart is worse than the fire in hell..

I quit..

I am fired up and tired
of the way the things have been
I am the one at the sail,
the master of the sea.
I was broken from an young age
writing my poems for the few
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking the words from my veins
I see blood clotting
and turning black...
My hands numb on the sail...
Vision blurs...The sea roars
Breathing blocks...
eyes lock...
Into the depth... I quit....
(Inspired and borrowed from ID)

Ode to the Society

Wish to be a williwaw
An untamed one...
to lash and to destroy the rules
That chain my spirit
that longs to be free...
I long for complete destruction
of the so called system.
As I dance, the dance of destruction
Push me to hell
U will hear my yell
Burn me to ashes
On your face, feel my lashes
Bury me to rot
will tame not
will blame not
Come n light me...
And let the light guide thee to freedom....

Whats the feeling i have  for Mother's love?
People have written, sang and praised a lot about this..
how they treasure, how they cherish...
I have always longed for....
As everyone say... its in abundance...
And I have not had enough..
Anger, depression, pain whats the feeling i have?

God the Devil....

Man creates both his God and his Devil in his own image.
His God is himself at his best and his Devil himself at his worst. -  Elbert Hubbard

Is Devil, Siva in his Devilish best?
Is Krishna, Devil in his romantic best?

If God is Omnipotent, so should be Devil...
Else Devil would have perished long ago....
Or is God and Devil the one and the same...

Poison

My heartbeat slows down, I begin to breathe heavily... slowly, my eyes close. A silent tear rolls down my cheek, as a plethora of melancholic images envelop me. The darkness around me pierces me like a million shards of broken glass... the disquietude of silence threatens to deafen me, and I try to turn away from it in despair. My mind's eye conjures up thoughts of a blissful utopia, in a futile attempt to relieve me of the pain momentarily. All in vain. I continue to sink in the agony... deeper and deeper, into a pathetic state of incomprehensible pandemonium. I struggle to breathe now... My eyes flutter open. A weak smile breaks out on my lips. A sudden ray of hope. Or is it but a mirage? I wonder. I shake myself out of my reverie and reach out... to the one thing that promises to liberate me. It feels smooth and consoling in my palm. I smile again. Down my throat it goes... I grimace at its bitterness. But I know it is the only way. I feel drained by the effort. It does not matter. Weariness is but a small price to pay for freedom from this pain. At last, the smoke begins to lift. Things seem clearer. I begin to float... fly in the air... higher and higher... my eyes close again. This time, forever...........