The Ballad Of Indecision

" The claustrophobic germination
   a heartless toying into toy-strings
  Benevolent, altruistic, words of fictionalism 

  Reality spares no passion in the kissing one

   Armory and ardency are joined crescents
   Locked into prolific indundating diaries

   codes of forgotten attributes, listened more
   The hierachy of the body maintains the prejudice...

    Why am I in the super-deluge of abstraction?

    One releases an indefinite infinty of sobs of piracies

    In the aftermath moon is ending, sun  is stationary

   All in the moon-grove and solar world is eclipsed..."

So Tampered

" The taste of aphrodisiac mind
   Mental exhaustion king of ill
   The mouth tampers forcefully time 
  Heartache ponders on the rest

 The guests of Eve, the visitors of morn

 Still so fruitful, still glazed by euphoric drunks
The hateful could not yearn peacefully

The ecstatic yearns in wilds and all restlessness

Now the falling could not be gestated
The psyche steals from the fold

imbued into the rest of the veins and souls

are but the tinkering imperfections of the grave." 

Dual-Madness

" The insight is pain unmoved
   restless gently in the chronic night
   dulled by day's drugged form

  as she rises from her concubine-sleep

  Tampering, tampering, with blood flows and elbows

  neatly hyper and so cleanly disordered 

 the mind finds a parachute - ejects into lethargy

 topped by the senseless academia

  

 Man oh man, where do you seek?

  I seek, I seek nowhere and all-where
 because I am total curse, absolute pure

 Need not to know the point of fine return..."

Life On Earth

" The artless pain of love is receding

   into the art of the macabre encasing

   Holy wars and wars of sin all seem engaging

   lust and love operate into the homogenous diversity

   The pain of unkempt broken desires

   and the agonies of promises so shattered in human plagues

   the fight between the sinners and the faithful

   are but a part of the same original body.

   Mystery, Mystery, Fact and the dominating fiction

   can they rise and rise to meet the formal obligations?

   What will wanderlust satisfy? The beckoning of my forbidden and my sacred
   My cruel-kind lips smile to the favourite me who is but the earth interbred..." 

Farside Observing

" Her attires molten tapestry
   I undress the beauty clutched to skin
   her milken eyes do the flavour

  As dusk-flesh seems to grow to moon-night

  Pardon me oh my beau
  Thy sun is not in thy body
  carving into thy golden clouds

  are but clinging things called skies - angel's elixir

  Oh what beauty in but in the flesh of one

  the mortal combinations so overflown

  in the delicate, the coarse tranquilty mates with discordance
  Thy soul's weaving such a splendid flawed portrait..."

The Moments

" The longing persists in eternity
   craves not but carves out delicately
   the belief of one's yearning in spunned elegance
   shunned obsolescence pray do not see thy mirror

   Of the hooked electric activations
   of love-lorn and love-expected agitations
   pray do not feed the fawning mind
  Imagine; both vice and recommendation - the ambiguous aphrodisiac

  Merrily one is content when one is the visionary
  dreams are simplicity sliced as watery fruits to eat
  Yet cannot replicate, substitute - it holds as second-best

  In pains we trust pleasure's ultimate birth..."  

Doth have woven

" Fortune could not weave

  as woven were the threads and attire spunned
  called upon the writhing tongue

  thy blasphemous philanderer notions of love.

In the temple of madness and wine

where toxication could not hold to hear

the cries of life in gentler sways

gave life a morn to kiss in the death's castle of mis-matched broods.

And my heart had drunk alot

not too much or quantity stiff

only to satisfy the calling thirst

to the necrophillic death that was wide awake..."

Dream-Waves

" A crumpled-perfection sung
  in the lakes of mirroes and realities inundating
  call upon the farside of the swan that cries
  for her feathers plucked are better dried

 Cooked to eat yet not to consume
doth thy mouth hunger for omnipotence?
A dream to a believer and non-believer

why art though fancying the unfated transcendence?

And though thy mortal plains expire

and alchemy only rings as it had wrought before

thy curse lade in the flowered-snake

blooming poison as it pollinates the waves." 

Fugitive

" The fruit bore no ill
 yet caters man and woman's guided still
it pokes only twice; it's intercourse is foreign

yet it mourns the believer of the passionate course.

Why, why, why - all these 'why's erupt?

In the thickening deadpan day
the voices all listlessly sing in singular

the type of robot that is man

Am I a fugitive?

One breathes to tell

No not man, not man
Yet, yet all is well in the hellish Eden-land."

The Mystique

" She is iriscent in completeness
  yet glows perfection beyond perfection
 No passion leaves as she evolves still

 in a coccoon of human beauties and immortal wants

  She is far than the butterfly
  a firefly calls her egg of light
  she cranes her neck in serenity

  as she the awesome cradle of absolution

  It is by miracle I have her as a companion
  true manna to hold her at heart

 walk beside the maiden of moon and sun

 as she smiles though knows not the planet inebriates..."

You

You cannot realize that difficulties

cannot be solved with altercations

you stiffle your own heart

because you were mean't to fall

It is an illustrous game of ending and folding

no more paradise to entertain

no more last gaunlets to adorn

Is it the same?

You cannot change because you think you are evolved

Live in your passion of open-endlessness

The Tempo In Stillness

" Complete wanderies coil down merrily
   in the ardent workshop of enigmas and shadows
   light is too opulent thus shunned; walls is all maryrs of the philosophies
   Craving, craving, a word too unibiquitous

   Yet, desire, desire, to tame means exodus and anhilition 
   Oh woe, fickle is that stemmed virtue
   who cannot come, only arrives when not wanted
   A visitor in rain-drenched macabre asking too much shelter for asking

   Believe in thy wants, my mantra stiff
  As heart is mine solitary illumination 
  A friend only needed for the last
  My stiffness, my tempo, my goodbye maybe all too much wanting..." 

You Left Your Journal Open...

" You left your journal open
   'Tis favourable for red-curiosity
    thus I saw barred symphonies
   of the heart carved by vices and other    symmetries

  If you caused this quest
  If thou wished intimate-unveiling
  You have done the right
  The blood can never dry down

 You left your journal open
 'Tis my eyes hypnotic in thy words
  Oh, the tenderness of betrayal
                                                                                     sought hard to capture you in thy world."

This piece is something I did in photosop CS. I want to be a artist but as I can't draw yet but I won't give up. This is an abstract art.