Raw Jagged Edge

A melody abandoned midway-
The notes linger briefly: unheard .Futile.
Lifetime’s accomplishments: a miserable pittance.
To be termed a ‘Life’, a lack-luster pitiable existence?
With no deeds to speak of, no cause for praise,
This frail existence, a monotonous march to its end does forcibly tend.

An unfinished story-
A drolling voice cut out.
Words left dangling midair: unspoken .Futile.
The tale may just have only begun,
Yet there were many a thing that couldn’t be undone.
A pause…not merely a pause. A groan; a gasp. Silence.
The continuum’s snuffed out. The tale’s met a sudden premature end.
Time not to ponder, time not to repent.
The beat, the pulse is suppressed, is deadened.
The tune’s cut out, end sawed off with a vengeance.
Life’s story, Life’s song: its melody now has a raw jagged edge.
‘Life’-
What’s that? Who knows? Who cares?
Why worry bout something that’s gone, that’s dead.

Introspection Of A Hapless Mind

Through the hazy blur of dazed thoughts,
Penetrating the fog of war that selfishness has wrought,
It’s a sight, an apparition that leaves me perplexed and confused.
The world as I knew it: It’s lost its charm, its beauty and its lure.

With a whirlpool of jabbing thoughts,
I’m in a disturbing confusion of sorts.
A vile mindless concoction
Of unfulfilled hopes n desires exasperated.
Like sands at the mercy of erosion,
A hapless mind battling to withstand corrosion.
The future, our purpose -
Worthy are they of contemplation?

Numbed by the screams of countless suffering souls,
A gash through the heart for all the pain and bloodshed that is shown.
Shackled within the tight bonds of a calcareous shell,
I now look upon my world –A world on path to impending hell?

Looking upon the tumultuous world that I now see,
I truly wish to be let out; unshackled; set free:
Free from the hold of this stricken netherworld,
Free to stroll through the halls of a land devoid of rotting cadavers.

Through the hazy blur of dazed thoughts,
Penetrating the fog of war that selfishness has wrought,
The world I now see, it isn’t as I knew it to be before.
Its sad, but its true, that world is NO MORE.

The Conjurer of My spirit and of My soul

As a new day dawns,

I begin to feel like a lowly pawn:

a pawn in the excruciating  game of life;

it was then that the Lady gave me the courage.

the courage to do battle and to face every strife.

The noble Lady said,

"u have the might of a knight";

thus I did not have the heart to give up the fight.

she said it with such conviction, that she made me ponder

on how a lowly pawn could become a true wonder.

with the Lady as my guide

and as she stands by my side,

I start believing in myself,

And break out of the calcareous shell

free from the tight bonds of  an inferior life.

Like the meandering brook ,

fearless and unstoppable that flows swiftly through the land,

The Lady with her virtues is always at hand.

Always there to inspire,motivate n encourage,

everything she lays her eyes on will surely flourish.

The Lady calls upon your spirit and makes it mighty and strong,

she'll leave u feeling fearless,n yet enthralled.

there was a boy who was lifeless n maimed,

she changed him forever n will probably do it again.

that boy was I--Now no more just a lowly lonely pawn.

 All magic is but an illusion , for all that is conjurer up or pulled out of a hat , can also be made to vanish with the flick of a wand.