The essence of Death

The essence of Death 
Is in Living ...
Because after Death 
There is nothing ...

Stranger Relations

If a stranger could be a Friend
& Brother could seem Stranger
Then Friend could be a Brother 
& Brother could become a Friend 

i-world

I am the world ,

Where besides my-own

Even another one

Is too much of crowd

Barbarian

In his stark naked regard 

Death remains unashamed 
Insolent  & impudent vagrant 

Wild and yet nonchalant 

Ill Fated Homes

Of the homes -

Ordained by fate ...

Who would dwell,

Among ruined ones ? 

Universe of Mind

Entrails of its Universe

Are deep dark & diverse

Unknown & uncharted

A traverse through mind

Humble Opinion

There is none, not a One

Hefty , high & mighty …

God, as he’s called by pretty many

In my humble opinion ...

God-damn Poems

If God is given an option
He'll choose to be an Atheist, 
than listen to my sermons
and bear my God-damn poems

  

Big Heart

Enough space for everybody, in it

If one can cosy up in one’s heart a bit

It's warmer that way to accommodate

In fact, to crowd lil- just to host a mate

Deathly War

The culmination of a conquest

The termination of a tumult

The descent into an  aftermath

And the birth of an afterlife 

Time - The Tyrant

Time has conquered everyone

Ever before the fight can begin

We  all perish in subjugation

Just as , in servitude we’re born

Nobody peeps that deep

To hide my wounded soul 
I hid myself from the world
I heeded not , I was a fool
Nobody peeps that deep  

Unrevealed

Within every man lies a devil
Unseen ...
Within every devil lies an angel
Unmet ...

 

Bequeathed

Let my legacy be my bloodline
and not my lineage be my heritage
Let me live long after my death
Not through posterity but for it