the devil of the fall

all I see are dotted lines
on this pyro lit sky
in wake of this revelation
my desires choose to die
without a method to the madness
am no longer holy now
elations bury my inhibitions
but I stay sane somehow
all my leaves have bled their color
from trees that once stood tall
with whispering words I confess
I am the devil of the fall

this insane cycle keeps moving
as black turns to grey
birds fly off to greener places
in search of the light of day
instant gratification beckons
as my hunger ceases now
Gods agree to bring the rain
but I refuse to bow
the sounds go deaf in this silence
there is no beck and call
with whispering words I confess
I am the devil of the fall

legend of the lie

this world is so empty
I’ll find my place in hell
blind ruling those who can see
stories or real, hard to tell
the blessed homicide beckons
sacrifices mar the day
fate so unkind
heads hang in shame
I'll desecrate this existence
decimate this string of lies
the phony will not survive
as the curses chose to die
I’ll rewrite this treason
dare to walk the line
immolate the holy water
I don’t need a sign

indestructable

every time I tried to fly, I fell down time and time again

only to give it one more try, even as the world made fun of my shame

never saw the stars up close, never soared through the clouds

but always believed I would make it some day..some day..without a doubt..

each time I failed and fell to the ground below, my spirit took a greater fall

but slowly as I began to rise, I had a smile, though the height I rose was small

and then one day when I saw the stars, felt the clouds with my naked hand

I realised that I missed the ones I'd left..I missed the feel of sand

I knew I couldn't get back there for only higher could I fly

the thought that I wouldn't walk again made me want to cry

so I stopped flapping my wings, it broke my heart as I did

falling through the clouds I had the sight of land ...I had so missed

I knew the fall would hurt me but I battled fear with a smile

I comforted my self by saying..that the pain would only last a while

and then when I hit the ground, it broke my wings but my spirit remained intact

I knew I would never fly again but I got the courage I always lacked

God of the masses

You can block the sun and allow the darkness to creep in,

But can you rise above it, can you make the fireflies sing?

You can close your eyes and walk not fearing what you might become,

But can you blind others' fears, can you see through their eyes for once?

You can break the shackles at will, you can fight for what you think is right;

But, for once, can you forgive your enemies, can you resist the urge to fight?

You think your courage will get you there, you know all the pain you can endure;

But, to be a god of the masses, you need to be human and much more.

You can spread your wings and fly; you can touch the skies and stars;

But can you make out the faces from up there, once you've gone so far?

You can run faster than all others; you can walk on water, climb the wind;

But can you jump over the walls that surround you, can you break free from within?

You can change the seasons when you want to, make spring come after fall;

But can you have flowers bloom in winter, can you make it snow in summer at all?

You believe that your good deeds will earn you a place, you hope they'll take you to heaven's stairs;

But there is more to being a god of the masses, more than just listening to prayers!

Between life and fiction

I still lose my self every other time, between fiction and life,

I try hard not to give in but my temptation won’t suffice;

For in my thoughts, I could be anyone... any one I choose to be,

I could die and be born again… choose the stories that make my dreams.

In life even though I have earned a place... all I do is complain,

In life my wrinkles deepen every day... but in my thoughts I still remain the same.

I somehow wish my thoughts could be real… this is the only reason I pray,

I could give my whole life for that chance ... for that feeling... for that small day.

I don't rest on my delusions... nor do I hide them inside me,

But I stick on to them for dear life... for with them even with closed eyes I can see.

It brings a smile to my face when I picture myself living in fiction and not in life,

But I know I will fall back to reality... I know its about time!