If it is just in dreams, the warfare seems fair and scary; yet so much real, filled with the spirit of revolt. Rebels of ages, chase you to churn hope in the loping psyches, they crave for your end and it strengthens the wimpy human within me. When I battle, when I ride a horse, when I carry a sword as the beacon of my pride, when I fight for the unknown, when I kill to save some bonds, when I spill blood on shores, on streets, in fields, and all around. So heroic, so courageous, to find escape in the barren sheets of darkness and get disappeared until the sun put this world on fire again, on the same heating and devouring revolt. A world which is heading towards an orphan void, a void standing naked. Cladding stoutly to save nothingness within the crying hearts. Minds weeping melancholy, shedding guilt from there eyes, packed with the expressions of vagaries and nothing else. There it ends in the state of contentment, the dream ends and the unwanted gets back on with the same shameful time span, mattered to be dependent on some infected, parasitical sunsets and sunrises.

Underneath
the terrible territory drowned,
to the wit’s end the sordid tunnel wept,
for all that classified happiness,
somewhere the abashed sadness crept.

Mystics roam in alleys,
distributing truthful wisdom in hands,
churning and crushing many journeys to sand,
but who will find it when,
the world is asleep.

Caressing and sour,
is the warmth of the fierce whole,
the pagan feats over the east and
rests in deepening hues,
from all this blooming heaven,
the apocalypse ceased the boon.

The usurping soul is yearning to home,
in the looming womb that it has found,
no apprentice,
no apologies it avails
to the forbidden world it surround. 

Oh! let the emergence dwell,
let the bowls be fed,
let the awesome swell and ripe,
the sagely morrow,
is waiting under the dawn’s roof,
for a play with withered you,
my crescent sight adoring you,
from the little peeping window.

Oh! let the drape of dirt down
and stand in few ticks of vitality,
the crimson of you is my last desire,
as am getting ageless vehemently.

-B.E.

The Candles are lit
and rain is here,
drops of sweat on my temple
reverberating your sighs in my ears,
head is hammered by the moments bygone,
questions hovering over
to devour the nonviable heart,
tears are waiting to jump off,
the gleam of my sight is shifting to night,
the pulse and the light are too low
before they indulge in darkness,
don’t stand far if you come,
even is I am asleep,
kneel down and let you shade fall,
my traces will be awake to greet you,

Pass by once,
just once like a shadow,
don’t stay, it will be too much to bear.

lilrowboat:

Ink my skin now

for words of seasons

I’ve never looked 

at anything the same

and when I wonder it’s

of the worlds that bloom

behind your magnetic eyes

I am so stuck to

The blood running in my veins
is inherited to be shed
today or tomorrow
it will realize its legacy
every drop will be inked
it will merge into its peers
it will be free
from all the charted manifestations
borrowed and brought
from the besieged bonds..

-B.E

Take me away or leave me alone
smiles will dissolve in a matter of time
the stick cease the door
the hush walks me out in lone lands
words mumble and die
as they touch the emotions
the smoke clears
the real frame sets and
the light shuns my sight
the bright light pierce me to pain
hundred hammers dancing on my head
stomping and swirling
stealing my moments of relief
go away
take away everything
if that makes you happy..