Destiny

An incessant, deathless bridge, writing,

sculpturing stories.

Some forbidden paths, some thirsty streams,

Some half grown springs, some winter dreams,

A mild thread weaving me,

twining us, on the canvas, a myriad. 

  

Question it, for it embraced the answers,

deep and hollow,

some jaded reflections and many divine promises.

The marbled ignorance can’t fade its music,

No dark can seduce its ravings,

Fall down in the lap,

Indulge in the fountain and flow,

Let go.

When you meet, meet in the eyes,

Incense the time and run your scent, see,

It moulds the tale,

It heels the pain,

Slithering on the wry, homage to fearless,

erasing velvet lies, drying wrath vines.

Sorrows escaped out, vanished,

Let rise.

Temptation

Much amidst bleeding tears and my withered nude,

when the storm robs and

twists its sovereignty,

I am still tempted to master the rule for I believe.

So here I am, with my temptation,

with a perpetual damnation.

Emerging out of ordinary legions,

now will be inscribed a glorious tale.

It rained and rained and rained black rain,

and the acrid clouds sucked my name.

Amused, which stream can slay my feet?

The dark fingers I met on the way,

only tried to slit my vein.

I led them to their frozen sleep for

Unfathomable I am, I believe.

She casted for me, an unstained route,

All that hid was a poisonous fruit.

Spearheaded the struggle of majestic desires,

And who can abolish the abyss?

I went on, went on, went on.

Then the love was ripped and beauty severed,

abandoning my moment to a still watch.

The grief was dressing me, when,

I felt how easy is now to sacrifice

but the destiny is altered by only men, and

I will live as a man, die as a man.

Filthy wounds marred my body,

snared the flesh,

none can beacon my soul, let alone clash.

I ceased the swarm and killed the lust,

Till I reached the nimble crust.

Now I am the conqueror of my reflections,

I am the creator of my creations.

The temptation ruled, charmed, contented,

my soul singing.