The Merchant of Peace.

Ringin’, are the sounds of glory
Thumpin’, is the heart slowly
The vagabond, the last one
Has everyone stunned,
Arriving from an unknown place
He won hearts with a remarkable grace
He faced a million men
Without any fear, a single weapon
His pen
Lexis of peace strangled the hostility
Every soul that read, every that heard
Went into a possessed serenity
A conspiracy transpired
Threatened this mood
A family massacred
This merchant’s life doomed
His heart bled, his writing shuddered
He wondered not the pen, but a sword
Slaying the scandalous, bring order to this world
A war raged, between the heart and the mind
He moved toward the war field
Like a man haunted, only to find
A little orphan, weeping
Besieged by the tears
He conceded and used his weapon
The merchant of peace inscribed love
With his own blood
Triumph was his
And today
Ringin’ are the sounds of glory
Thumpin, is my heart slowly
To him, i owe my identity
I, the orphan, continue his legacy.

Chronicles Of Promiscuity - Part 2

Woke up groggy,
Head, heavy like an iron ball
She left this morning, I believe
Last night, I was on a role
Trying to rewind
White flashes in my mind
Of a beautiful ride
Steaming inside
The smell of wine,
Clamor on the staircase
Buttons bouncing on the floor
A long pause, beeeeepppppp
Amnesia back in the apartment
Me, sipping some caffeinated content
Love strolls in, recklessness scurries out
Her tender hug,
I see the other’s shrug
Eyes widen
Hug tightens
Guilt conquers the spine
Confession shouldn’t be a crime
I make her sit on the chair
Run my fingers through her hair
Reveal the shadows of last night
But, she doesn’t fight and asks for a light
She asks me for the details,
While I bite my nails
I tell all
She makes her a call
Calls her over for a drink
My girl, both ways, she swings
“Advantage Promiscuity, if you confess and let it out”
The devil shouts.

Chronicles of Promiscuity - Part 1

With a pint in my hand
I sit on a bar stool
My vision blurs
Vanessa puts it on her lips
And Lights up the stick
She makes circular rings
In the cloud of smoke
The psychedelic sounds
Peace all around
Cheers and boos
As one wins
And the rest lose
I keep staring at her
As she walks to the ladies’ room
Sellina comes along
Mercury rises
My head goes vroom vroom...
She settles, so does my drink
Pick-er up, Pick-er up
My mobile, not my head, rings
I say, ‘hello’, to a familiar voice
My girl waits and I gotta make this strange choice
Just then she walks out adjusting her skirt
Vanessa makes her move
And I wait and watch
Sellina is swept of her feet
Both smile at me
And walk away
Feel like the car that hangs above
Jazzy exterior with a dreary within
I ask the barman for another round
She dumps me and the phone she bangs down
I feel a soft hand on my hip
There stands a man with a small whip
Shocked, I make my way out
“The disadvantages of being promiscuous”
The angel shouts.

Dead's Elegy.

A war rages within, my soul agitated
Sleep floats in the vacuum of hope
Mind races, seeking a tranquil place
Hunger cries out loud, everything inside up in flames
Life, the callous rogue
Smiling ever so wily
Death, the true conqueror
Heals ever so peacefully
The skin stretches far and wide
Shreds of me on the floor
Finally the heart stops, eyes wide open I lay here
Just the tears of my loved ones flow.

A glint of optimism. A little more acidity.

I wake up every morning, having absolutely no doubt in my mind that today is going to be my day. I wake up and have the hope that I will shine. I have realized that devouring optimism leads to an acidic stomach.  But, today is another day. I have to make this call and convince somebody to meet me. Convince that somebody to take out half an hour from their precious life. I wonder whether some other time, some other day when another person is trying to convince me, will I ever be like this and pretend to be the busiest person in the whole world or will I just make an effort to hear that somebody and help as much as I can? 

However,  

I must try harder today,

Make the world know, that I exist.

For, I am a non entity, 

I must persist.

Life will give me a chance

In that hope, I must survive

The clutch of this circumstance

Walking the concealed path

In search of the divine light

Leading me to the destination

I must survive this obscurity

In me, a glint of optimism,

In my stomach, a little more acidity.