Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Hey creep!
Unveil the face of ferocity..
Uncork this wine of desire..
Sail through the streams of fear,..
And then you scream-
Until you feel,-
You're lost within this mist..
And you cry,
As you try..
To turn 'round n join the feast..
A feast of flesh n the twist of thoughts,
Torment these waves,engulf the "Dark"!
Reap the heart,pull the head off...

A lone conscience toils again,
The leaves in the mist have wept so long,
The flute's pain has suffered alone,
The songbird starts to sing again,
Unvanquished lust creeps in vain!

Holy child of the Insane..
The sign of sorrow crawls off to smile
Hey creep!pull the strings back..
To get your Man underneath your feet,
You smile,
Or you cry,
Step on this soil of solitude,
Knock on the door of hell..
Wish you find the land of Sane!!


Sayandeep Kundu said...

i am back to my helll.. yaaaayyyy!!!

animita said...

nice piece of writing :)

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

'Tis the answer to What? and How? and Why?
And Whence? and Whither? -- a word whereby
The Truth (with the comfort it brings)
Is open to all who grope in night,
Crying for Wisdom's holy light.
Whether the word is a verb or a noun
Is knowledge beyond my reach.
I only know that 'tis handed down.
From sage to sage,
From age to age --
An immortal part of speech!
Of an ancient man the tale is told
That he lived to be ten centuries old,
In a cave on a mountain side.
(True, he finally died.)
The fame of his wisdom filled the land,
For his head was bald, and you'll understand
His beard was long and white
And his eyes uncommonly bright.
Philosophers gathered from far and near
To sit at his feat and hear and hear

awesome stuff

Sayandeep Kundu said...

thankz writu..

Samadrita said...

You write really well when it comes to poetry.Loved this one too :)