For Retaliation...

Dullness all around, even the wind has a smirk,
Nothing but a graveyard, has been the place I work,
I killed my self and I bury myself each day
They still know not that they kill me every day!!!

Born on chance, lived on like a rock
Until now, when they take their chance to mock
Storm of rebukes, Oh! It weakens my soul
The lesser mortals, fulfill their petty role!!!

Purpose of life, the urge to live, seems to be lost,
Can’t take it, need to retrieve it at all cost
Isn’t it time yet for you, to stand up and fight back?
Asks my soul, don’t you see me getting a crack?

Confused, delirious, my mind wanders,
To unknown lands, my thought meanders,
Lonely and angry, my being pushes on
Is it for this plight, that me, the human, was born?

Enough of this, my soul rises to stand tall
No more of this, I am not going to fall
Time to open my eyes, face the world
The flag of retaliation, has finally been unfurled!

Dark Knight

A small intro for the unfortunate readers, who get a chance to view my dark side. These 16 lines slashed down below, were penned down in 4 sets during a casual online conversation with my good friend, Sonu Sudhakaran. He wanted me to call it Black Poetry...but, the term is used for African American poetry. So, I am gonna give this one to be added to the annals of Dark Poetry!!! Let this one be splashed across the chaotic pages of dark poetry!!!

Life starts in wombs, in darkness
Grows up, in slow steps, with firmness,
Words of thought, in all grimness,
Makes me shout out loud, in all frankness!!!


The Devil comes out from the bowels of hell,
Night awakens with the ringing of the eternal bell,
Mere mortals, by my sword, along the way fell,
When I chose earth to be my place to dwell!!!

Knighted by the blinding light,
On a ghostly and dark night,
On a crusade to kill with might,
Giving none, a chance to fight!!!

Walking along the lines of fire,
At this moment, I vow, never to tire,
I will prepare my foe's funeral pyre
For this world is gonna be my mire!!!

Phoenix has risen from the ashes!!!

The keys on my keyboard have not worn out!!! My fingers have not lost their sensory powers!!! My brain certainly has not succumbed to an eternal coma!!! So, then what was the reason for the absence? Interesting question! But, even I am searching for the answer. For me, I am a person who takes pride in my writing and believes that it makes complete. My thoughts are my best friends and my writings, my way of expressing myself. If I chose to put them aside for sometime, it should imply that I had forsaken myself for a while. The Phoenix did not die, it was murdered by the hypocritic society and the hollowness of human relations. Well, death is only for a moment. When the breath runs out and you feel life being drained from you, when the heart stops breathing and you become motionless, you are pronounced to be dead. But, the soul still lives. I believe in the eternal nature of the human soul.

Now, you might be wondering why I am speaking about the immortal soul? To speak about a mighty tree, it is important to speak about the soil, as the roots which hold the tree depend on it . Anyway, there is signifance to the statements that came earlier and it was a prelude to what I was about to deliver. In a death, the physical state dies and the spiritual state is liberated. For me, it has been a converse process for some time. The physical state was active, while the spiritual state was dead. It was a self induced coma, that kept me relaxed and in a dormant state. The time has come for the phoenix to rise from the ashes. Yes, I am back with my limitless deliverances of the innermost thoughts of my chaotic and confused mind.

WHEN THE WORLD BECOMES HELL, I NEED TO BE THE DEVIL TO TAKE CONTROL OF IT!!! HELL HAS OPENED ITS GATES!!! BEWARE MORTALS!!!!