The Accursed Journey

I stand on the shore of an isle,
Weary,drained with a mouthful of bile,
Watching the waves lap my feet,
Oh so seductively sweet...
Persuading me to embark,
On a quest to obtain the "all spark".
Power and glory not known before,
Are promised to me if i leave that shore.
But once bitten, twice shy,
Do i not know,what deceptions,in the horizon,lie?
For i have laboured far and wide,
The sense of glory emanating from destiny,was my guide...
For the sake of people who live to see my glory,
To frame my life into a legend such that generations pass down my story.


But soon the world so kind,
Disappeared and in murky waters i was left behind...
Daylight was shunned and the wind was killed,
Always i sensed a pursuing omen,ill willed.
The lights began to trick my mind,
My past flashed forth...green smoke rose, of the ethereal kind...
But no cherished memories was i shown,
My wrongs and failures at me were thrown.
Guilt began to consume me, i burnt in my own pyre,
The Deceit was clear now,i could feel the Unseen Hand's ire.
Then came a storm that wrecked havoc,
I was thrown down the ship and hit the bedrock...
Into blackness and void i was thrown,
Icy tentacles of fear and hysteria, around me had grown.
Fire and ice brew together in the elements of my being,
Darkness and horror was all that i was seeing.
Yet the candle of life refused to get extinguished,
Though death and eventual peace was all that i wished.


Then i was touched by a light so fair...
Caught in a mermaid's tousled hair,
So fair and enthralling was the sight,
Her beauty washed away the darkness and then...there was light!
The tumultuous murky waters ebbed away,
The light hurt my eyes, fairer than ever was the day.
Like an infant i held on to her hand,
Her lithe body moved and delivered me to land...


And thus i came back to the doomed isle,
Weary and drained with a mouthful of bile,
Once bitten, twice shy,
Why did i leave this land? Oh why?
Now a blackness and void will forever stain my thought,
Whether i'll ever be able to trust myself again, i know not.
How foul and unfair is life,
For all my efforts, i am rewarded with pain and strife.


Oh beautiful mermaid, hearken my voice again...
Steal me from death and all this pain,
From all temptations i will abstain...
Far above the gulls are crying...
Come to me...Come to me...I'm dying...

The Execution

The town of Crete was abuzz with excitement. Rumors about the identity of the captured assassin were rife. The inhabitants of the little town soaked up the excitement in the air…excitement which was so much longed for but only got in terms of a tea party in the private lawn and hours of mindless gossip.

Everyone had vivid imagination of the split second when the scimitar would swoop down. They all prepared for celebration…after all the blood of their beloved mayor was being avenged…they would love it, of course they would…

Evening dawned and the sun cast a pale yellow sheen across the sky, making the mind hallucinate and mistake the sky for a vast ocean that mirrored the sandy landscape. Men in spotless white gowns, women in beautifully crafted robes flocked toward the place where it was all supposed to happen.

Young Helen too wanted to escape…escape to the place where all the excitement was. But her brother was dead against it. He disapproved of the gore that would be on display. But teenage is the age of rebellion. As soon as he left, Helen clambered down the compound wall and ran towards the city center. She got a bit nervous when she couldn’t find her best friend Xanthe. The shadow of uncertainty reflected in her large brown eyes. But she didn’t let that bother her much.

By the time she reached the Center, a fair amount of hullabaloo had begun. People had begun arguing, jostling for space. Soon she realized that her view was blocked and there was no way she could squeeze her way past the massive adult males that stood before her. Unless…

She had been pacing about for a while, cursing her luck and her brother…she couldn’t see the handsome prince as he gave his lecture. The speech ended and the ground resounded with applause…That’s when it happened…someone sensed what she wanted…

"Very eager, aren't you little one?" whispered a hoarse voice.Almost simultaneously a large arm circled her. A powerful grip hoisted her above the ground. She was seated on the man’s shoulders. He was short but powerfully built with large hairy arms. She didn't evn try to see the man's face. They all had heard about the horrid Mustafa clan's men who could go to any extent to violate law and then fool law...Her neck was dear to her...on the hindsight,she was a bit excited too...

As she was seated on his shoulders, she felt a large hand with coarse skin slip into her gown.The man was feeling her milky plump thighs..then he squeezed a nerve bundle tight, Helen gasped. Suddenly, with a swift movement, his hand swept down to her crotch. He simply tore past her panties and caressed her vulva.Helen's heart was pounding like crazy, she kept gasping, and squeaking as the man spread her oozing juice all around her crotch.The with savage speed, he drove two of his fingers in. He moved the fingers out and then pushed three back in...Helen couldn't scream,she couldn't talk...she was shaking uncontrollably and after a few minutes of savage fingering,she couldn't take it anymore...She orgasmed and let out a yelp...

But by that time the time her fluid oozed out like a tiny rivulet,the crowd had began an unusual roar...a roar filled with all sorts of colorful adjectives and insults. The face of the alleged assassin had been revealed. Suddenly there was violent movement all around as people scuttered to find stones and hurl them at the condemned man.

The stocky man who held Helen, cursed her and put her down. Helen thought this was the end then..she was finally free...but that was not to be. The man had parted his robes to reveal his enormous blood-gorged penis. She gasped again. The man forced her down and she knew what he wanted. She used her tongue to flick the man's glans, teased him as he groaned and then took the entire thing into her mouth. She sucked out all the air from her mouth,made a perfect vacuum and sucked him back.the man grew harder. His nerves grew more pronounced and his manhood glistened in the sunlight. Sucked harder the second time...and the erotic motion continued... When he had had enough, he lifted her up, undid her gown...The lower part of it was undone and her buttocks were exposed...that was all the man would need. As they were jostled by the surrounding people who scrambled for space, the man came closer,and ran his penis along her vulva covering it with the juice that she was letting out incessantly. Helen was filled with an unreasonable longing and uncontrollable desire.The man squeezed her ass tight and parted it.She grabbed his huge penis which was hot and was pulsating like an animal and directed it to her own wet turgid sex. She Let out a yelp of white passion and pain as the entire length of the man's cock went inside...and then he began to fuck her. Lightning fast thrusts...all the while one of his thick fingers penetrated her anus and arse fucked her, while the other hand kneaded her ample breasts,twisting their nipples tightly...Helen moaned for sometime and then screamed as multiple orgasms hit her..a white hot searing light passed though her body,and her crotch.Her legs became wobbly.The man stopped, but only for a while,then the erotic motion began all over again...

The assassin was now being walked to the gallows..the poor man was already half dead. The executioner stood there smiling at his own grotesque rendition of the condemned man's last seconds. The crowd chanted "Death...Death" and the ground shook as adrenalin coursed through each person's body.The experience was unearthly.

The man pushed harder now...juice oozed out of her vagina.Evidently he was close to climax.Helen too was building in on her her climax.The anal fuck had made her go crazy..the heat, the stench of human sweat and the thunderous noise aroused her even more...

The condemned man's head was in the gallows...the executioner perfected his stance.The noise level of the crowd reached a new high so much so that even the foghorn was not heard.The executioner heaved up his axe, and with an expulsion of breath swung it down...

The man slammed Helen harder,his balls slapped audibly against her ass..he squeezed her ass hard and climaxed...His ejaculation was so powerful that some of his semen squirted back out of Helen's vagina...the warm sticky fluid all over her thighs,her vaginal walls made Helen come too...Juice gushed out of her sex and sprayed on the man's gown, her anus contracting and relaxing furiously...she was completely drained now. She fell on the ground clutching her clothes.

The hoarse voice was saying something amidst fits of laughter that sounded more like an animal's growling..."if the whore daughter of that old son of a bitch mayor took my cock the way you did, he wouldn't have to lie and rot so soon"

And the crowd chanted "Long live the mayor, long live his legacy..." unanimously...and their voices rose up in the stale Crete air...

Weight of the moment....

How insignificant is a drop when compared to an ocean...
How negligible is human when compared to life...
How insignificant is my fate, when compared to time's sweeping motion...
how negligible are 5 minutes....as compared to my life...

Or so i thought...

'Cos that fateful day, unwritten laws of nature were bent,
When you held my head in your palms...
thrust me into your bosom..
Lights dimmed...the room vanished...
into a different world i was sent
A world where every breath carried your scent,
Where everything felt like your skin...
Where you were with me....where ever I went...

My mind was wrung out...out of emotions and pain...I was spent
I felt...like the banyan tree that once stood erect yonder....
When it gave vent to its pain...its burden
And finally bowed down after numberless years...
When my head was burried in you...
And when all the pain was exorcised out of my being

The moment lasted for 5 minutes...
Immortalised by music made in heaven....
Then I had to go....
I tried.....tugged so hard that I lost half my heart....It lies with you now...

The candle of life burns in me
But fate decree that it should flicker...
When I sit back and reflect
The enthralling beauty of the moment....the wrenching pain in my heart...
So contrasting....so fathomless in depth.....
That I black out...my imagination too frail to view such ....

The weight of 5 minutes....what it gave....
what I lost....is beyond mortal comprehension....
I live...to get that one moment back...
To get my sanity back....
To get....an eternity of my life....back
Help me....

Anatomy Of a Failure.

Failure. Who is this guy? I'll give you my account as to who a failure really is. He is one hell of an ambitious person.He is capable, but his capabilities are clipped...painfully so.But above all he is a bloody egoistic bastard, cringing relentlessly over his loss.You might wonder as to why I'm being so strong while describing this...this breed of humans.That's because he might be slightly unfortunate but the sheer magnitude of his own faults overshadows his extravagant claims of a luckless life. The word luckless, though I'm not sure it exists, is what I'd call his cover for all of his own mistakes. An inexplicably mangled mind,to which the word "focus" is incomprehensible, lies beneath his skull.Why mangled...?Well, he does have qualities you know...its not as if god would send in a man after making him pay a visit to the Sphinx.But his qualities turn hostile parasites when they bind up his own mind, knotting beyond recognition.Imagination, for example...few men on earth can imagine a spoon in their hands when there is none there.But when he keeps imagining and hallucinating about the future, about his dreams...it is bound to push him away from the main tract of life.Pushing him towards oblivion and once he is precariously close to being absorbed by the void...he'll think,"Whence came this?!" Wat a fool.More so the reason why he should be abused.A man who doesn't plant a seed and hopes of fruition,is naught but scum.


The main quality...or should we call it "flaw" of a failure is that he accepts his own identity...that of a failure.Else why would a man fail if he finds success behind every failure?The battle is not lost until you think that it is time to surrender.The failure surrenders even before the battle begins,so there is no chance for even martyrdom.


In today's world, ofcourse other complex and intricate factors come into play while sketching the anatomy of a failure. Peer pressure is one, familial pressure is another...But looking closely at all of these minor stuff,(which in entirety forms a much larger picture)it all boils down to the crooked timber of humanity...ego issues.Subdue your ego and you'll get immuned to all of this.Chuck your bloated ego and you go from a bum with a reserve of negative energy lying in nothingness to a knight with a world of positive energy, reaching for the stars.But this, ofcourse, lies in the discussions pertaining to the anatomy of a successful man.


That's a failure through my eyes...the eyes of another failure.Its miserable when a failure gives sound advice to another failure but his own advice falls into his deaf ears.I'm a creature living dead.(Hey now don't be scared!)Because a failure who acknowledges the anatomy of a failure and refuses to change, is not a failure... he is FAILED.


Thank you.

Fleeting visions...

The year has reached the peak of its youth...
The seasons are rolling by,and all ive done is sit agape,
at the wind whispering to me,
at the raindrops telling their stories,
at the leaves rustling...gossipping about a past so illustrious...
a musty smell rises up,
as the quenched earth breathes out...
like votive candles...wavering in spring's last sigh...


It has been a long time since ive touched you...
the electric spark...the indescribable sensation...
lingers in every corner of my memory palace...
unwilling to fade into oblivion...


I felt like that survivor,
brought back from the depths of the Atlantic,
where the line between dream and darkness blur rs beyond recognition,
when i felt your breath on my face...
when i held your arm...and knew
that the Elements may falter but my grip will not...
when i knew that this 5 minutes of passion would be immortalised forever...


Oft i sit on my couch
and the golden times touch my mind,
like silver curtains rustling in autumn's own breath...
And as the musty smell wafts though the air...
I catch a fleeting glimpse...of a maiden running,
in a forgotten land...in a space that is a void to mortal eyes,

A flash of legs and a flutter of angel eyes...
a golden halo...too devine for mortal eyes to rest upon,
painted upon god's own child...

With each step that she took away from me,
with each word that she spoke...
my heart crackled in its own pyre...
in a flame of uncontrolled desire...passion...
waiting for the flame to be quenched,
by a touch of her lips...elixir of my life,
waiting for the embers to die down,
by the sweet nothings whispered into my ear,
waiting for the pain to ease away,
in the shade of her hair...
an impeccable nightfall...that kindles the light for a passion-filled dawn...


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Okay folks...i did come back earlier than expected...but im still not fully...back, as in still got exams to take care of...this is a piece i wrote in my school...don't have anything better to do there...looks good...esp a certain anon visitor would be pleased...Ahem!

be back soon!

Memory Palace

In a land unknown to the world,
Where ravens and crows abound,
And the eye has only twilight to see,
There is a palace...


Long has been my time
in this palace of no windows
long has been my sleep,
so much so, that reality remains a dream...


Now when a shadow looms over the palace,
forboding an impending doom... a strike of destiny,
My sight falters me...

The rose i chose to pluck,
blossoms into an orc head with evil connotations,
the pond that i look into,
vanishes to give a bottomless void,
infested with darkness so opaque,
that the heart succumbs to its icy tentacles.
each mile seems an eternity,
each step seems to vanish into nothingness...

doubt and second thoughts encroach my mind,
like fleas feasting on a carcass,
like scavengers, scouring for a gout of blood...
so much so that the soul detests its own abode...

My emotions ...so mangled,
that i forget when to feel joy and when grief,
time runs in circles...
a circle of fire and death...
A noose tightening slowly around my throat...
choking and torturing me...

All i wonder is...
what a palace! and what a life!
isnt it better to forfeit the battle,
to give up and succumb to the forces,
succumb to the brooding silence,
at least therein lies peace of mind...

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Hey folks, im back... or so to say. No prizes for guessin that im goin thru a tough time.. a really testing one. Everything seems soo... confusing.Feelin really low. But i'll clarify lest u expect that im REALLY back... this is my last post for a looong time... for another month or two atleast. But dont be disheartened... when i'm back, if can endure this test that is, ill be really back!

And dont worry if yu cant make head or tale outta this one, coz its personal reflection... yeah yeah the philosopher kind! But looks good... atleast to me! What say you?!

Pencil Sketches- believe it or not!!!

Dance of death

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I sawOne night wandering in the everglades
I'd one drink but no moreI was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlightGazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move
Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy placeAnd that is where I fell from grace
Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led
As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals
And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me
And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them
All had death in their eyes
Lifeless figures they were undead all of them
They had ascended from hell
As I danced with the dead
My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me
Below my undead bodyJust danced the circle of dead
Until the time came to reunite us both
My spirit came back down to meI didn't know if I was alive or dead
As the others all joined in with me
By luck then a skirmish started
And took the attention away from me
When they took their gaze from me
Was the moment that I fled
I ran like hell faster than the wind
But behind I did not glance
One thing that I did not dare
Was to look just straight ahead
When you know that your time has come around
You know you'll be prepared for it
Say your last goodbyes to everyone
Drink and say a prayer for it

When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead

To this day I guess I'll never know
Just why they let me go
But I'll never go dancing no more'
Til I dance with the dead

Curse

I am hell's Hermes,
I am the soul of black,
I am whom you'll neither see nor feel,
Even though, your soul, i will hew and hack.

No king no queen, no god's sheen,
Can withhold the path i tread,
On castles tall and mountains massive,
and on mortals souls do i feed.

A year is all that i grant you,
Ere the apocalypse that shall swallow,
You and all those who falter the task,
then begone into my hollows.

Rivers of sweat, and pools of blood,
Your sinews and bones you shall grind,
To wade across the black ocean,
On it's shore lies peace of mind...

Millions with you shall embark,
but only a few shall thrive,
those who don't shall wilter,
Beneath the chariot that i drive...

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Well this is an old one from my days in 9th class...well with a year of school life left and the craven path to be chosen after a year, i guess the poetry is apt in terms of context.

Happy reading!!!

Malignant

In this jungle of unearthly elements,
Where death of a child remains unknown to its mother,
where shadows are cannibalised by lights
and the beaker of trust has naught but urine...

A solitary being shuffles about,
Away from the light and their medusan stare,
Away from the lights and the epidemic they spread.
Man woman and child unborn,
Crave for a shaft of vision, for a shot of life,
for a high which shall be their low,
for a feeling of entirety, which shall be a void,
for this moment of of falsehood,
they may kiss the Satan's hand,
hack all their friends and families,
give birth to the scavengers of this land.

but he who walks alone, knows...
knows that the disease is malignant,
knows that ere long the black breath shall overwhelm his candle,
a wisp of smoke, a little voice is all that he will be survived by,
and the story of a pristine world shall remain untold...


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Well, well, here is something highly rhetoric and symbolic, but it is my catharsis... can't explain now, short of time. Well unearthly elements are stainless magnesium steel alloys and all that doesn't occur naturally, which are used to build our homes and the world around us. Lights are the so called "stars" and celebrities (whom i consider totally worthless and certainly undeserved of the hype that they get, again it's just my point of view, so Marcus,please ...peace!!!) All the people out there crave for their "moment in the sun, their chance to be the "one", no matter what they have to sacrifice, friend, families a normal human life.And the rest i guess u can make out!!!Just that is the reason why i don't see many people valuing the finer aspects of life... that's sooo sad.