I struck the board and cried 'no more'!

take away my pleasure,
take away my pain;
i am amazed at Thy creation,
but I don't wanna be born again!

oh what's the use, if it
makes no sense;
what matters whither one cometh from,
or goes whence?
:)

Tell me please

Was it Fate,
or Freewill;
My heart,
it does wonder still.

The way you came,
the way you went;
was it all done,
or as yet unspent?

A question that haunts,
and forever will;
Time for this once,
doth stand still.

Brother where you bound?

A few bones and teeth
are all I will be left with;
tomorrow, on your birthday, when I come to stir the ashes
of your funeral pyre.

Will you be watching me,
from a strange surreal sky?
For I will be looking for a sign,
through a tearful eye.

Walk we did together,
brothers in arms;
the battle we fought
none could understand.

Ahh time,
you win the game again;
you took away the hope...
you took away the pain.

Four seasons

Four seasons I have lived,
in the four months I have left behind me;
And here I stand once again,
watching a whole new tapestry.

The most uncommon sights
I do perceive;
nothing short of miracles
if you please;
With bated breath
I await,
the sweet knocks of serendipity,
and the usual twists of fate.

November's gone

Not even a vague memory,
but a dull ache;
November came and went,
before I could take!

Inconsolate yet

The pain of parting, after I let you go,
It's something I don't ever again want to know.

The ache is still just a thought away;
fresh, almost as if it happened just today.

Forgive me for the wrongs I have done to you,
in your very heart;
If destiny wills, I will be glad to play my part,
and make another fresh, clean start.

But that bewilderment and panic,
in your eyes;
wrenches my gut and the truth,
from my lies.

En Mass

Tonight, a thwarted nature
will claim its price;
stealing a thousand and more souls
shrouded by torrents that deceive our eyes.

But we, shall sleep and wake to another morn
while they, amidst fearsome throes,
shall from life' s breath be torn.

Helpless the world watches
as nature's furious anger lashes;
at man and beast, machine and stone,
glad at being a witness...and for now, for being left alone.