Friday, May 27, 2016

Ode to the Dying Night

Morning, good! 
The dying night 
I cry for, 
it drags away
my dreams with it, 
to purgatory,
where the lust
is retained,
desires n myths too.
And purity?
That's purged 
in a summer bonfire. 

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Fire in the Hall

The wretched hall,
replete with flickering
Super AMOLED minds;
uniform, disciplined
by servers and
a world-wide shackle.

The ergonomic aisles
fuel a relentless
quest for perfection.
But bastard, you,
perfection is a myth,
while our existence
is but a mere conspiracy
hatched by the internet.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

The Good Ol' Trail

Well, the dust settles
over the li'l trail

from home to manhood.
I look back,
the dreams smile at me.
The man beams,
the child cries,

yet again, and again... 

For I write with my
love with my


and fight with my



Thursday, May 05, 2016

The Fighter!

Comfortably numb at
the knuckles,
but the fighter cries...
The pain remains,
of the elusive
showdown with destiny,
with shadows, the reality.

The draw is simple,
but the warrior burns,
for he has forgot
what pain is...
Yes, what exactly is pain?

-- Few lines in honour of Mike Tyson