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This blog is named after one of my poems. Even thought its not the best of the lot, I just fell in love with those words- The Psyche Unknown...

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Monday, April 14, 2008

Smile of the cloak..

Standing on the cliff above,
Peering down at death below,
My limbs shiver in ecstacy and pain,
For now I know, I'd end it all in gain.

Before I slip, I take a moment,
Rolling back into the unretrievable,
I see myself trodden upon,
By the pace of deer and care unkind.

I have sure seen the vice of failure,
Its armour of despair and hope negative,
The cloak of peril chugging along,
And the fortitude to lose it all that was built.

Many have I seen,who succumbed to pain,
Many have I seen, who embraced the cloak,
Have I rebuked, mocked and laughed at them,
The irony of life-
I look for support admist their graves.

I have nothing to lose for I have lost it all,
Time in pursuit of happiness momentary,
Trust unbanked 'cos of my follies,
And oppurtunities for I have ignored many.

My cold feet on the ground,brings me back to the minute,
I think no more and head downwards;
The smell of death piercing the winds,
And the cliff behind kissing the clouds...

The blood pounds, ripping my veins,
Know not the pain for this is peace,
But is it truly?? calls my dying mind,
For I lay, on the fervid rocks, that drinks my soul,
No friend or foe to commiserate my state.

For had I differed, would I be in a place far blessed,
For had I waited , would I chasten my deeds with care;
All I now have is time to bid,
To let the vultures of past engulf me in..
And to let the gift of life slip through thin....

I wish I differed, would someone save??
An inaudible voice of mine screams for aid..,
But I know I have erred largely;
The smile of the cloak tells me the tale.......

aeroyogi
14/04/2008

come by..

Here I am, empty by the hand,
Sullen and sunken down the alleyway,
Alloyed with musings, fears and despair,
I cry for thy love in a cryptic way.

I pray for you to understand,
The million flowers blossoming within,
I'm not an intrepid to be loud on stand,
But, each petal calls out beneath-
the serge of flesh and bone carmine...

The mere of blood flows beyond
Intangible are my pains profound
Need your arms to cover me round,
I'd love you back in the name of my ground..

Actions unnoticed and deeds uncared,
They try to furbish my soul in depth;
Need not their sympathy, torpid and dull,
Rescue me from their ploys so forth..

I wait for you,
To come by and halt,
To understand and care,
To love and be loved in this intense haze,
Stop by this moonless dark alley,
Shine, resurrect and revamp me through,
Touch with your lips, this hardened soul,
Let the stones of the past melt-
And the senses be restored..

Come by my man, my knight,
Off your very gallant shore,
I wait and I wait..
I wait for you.... all the more......


swathi krishna
5/2/2008

psyche unknown

Winds blow hard and long,
Igniting the fire from he widest hell,
The smoke unfurls sardonically,
And i burn down deep within.

I know not malice,
I know not theft,
All i want is the world outer,
To know, I am an intrepid.

I masquerade,clad in a psyche unknown,
Wishing to be an intrepid alone,
But the world knows my fears and pains,
Alas,I wish, I had it all my way..

There is no rain, there is no sun,
To wash out all my sins galore,
Trapped within the haze of smoke,
I kill my nerves with a blow..

To be and to wish are too unique,
I realise with all the blood that steamed,
I fail to restrain my voice...
To the injustice of the world and me within.....

I cant let go, of the million things i desired,
I cant get the few I aspired,
All the world stands against these dreams,
And I stand within the psyche unknown......

aeroyogi
feb 2008