The Infliktor

The blanket of darkness was being sliced open
I could feel the voice of the wind talking to me.
Whispering.
Asking me if I was certain about the decision.
I solemnly nodded my head
Everything was scripted already
I was sternly directed to perform the ritual
It was for the greater good they would say
And I can't raise my objections
My contract doesn't allow me to.

The leash of the wheels of the motor
And those lights that created shadows
Were held firmly by my driver
Stranger to the events
and the horror
that awaits ahead of him.

I could see dark figures
Chasing us, surrounding us
Trying to break into my body.
I could realize my clarity shaking,
I could feel them succeeding.
Because the voices were closing in
Dissolving into my conscience
Becoming more of me
than I myself am.

The milky white moon was about to hide
behind clouds and grace
For the saga that was about to unfold
Doesn't have witnesses.
The only audience is
The Inflicter
And The Receptor.
Not even silence knows
nothing about it.

I opened my bag.
And took out a violent force
Smeared with proofs of the past
Dripping in lives
that have already been silenced by it
And still wanting eagerly to draw more.

I knew where to strike.
And how to.
I felt myself holding it.
It was an evil force
And it was my obedient servant.

I lifted my tool
and with it
I lifted the mask
off my evil being:
The most bizarre nightmares
flashed in front of me
They felt more real
than anything else
that I've ever experienced.
And an enthralling sensation
ran through my body
As i struck a fearful blow
To break the monotone.
To disrupt the order.

Its this feeling,
That craves me
to perform this act,
of brutality
Every once in a while.
It's this art
That I'm certain
to have proficiency in.
It's this ability
That I'm the master of.

Maybe that's why I was chosen
from everybody else
Who resides within me
who wants to become me.

I walked away from the scene of crime
Taking away the existence of someone
Into the folds of darkness
To disappear.
To seek another game.
But am I really to blame
For this outburst?
Because Im just a puppet
guided by the master
Who lives inside my shadow
Or am I the one living in his?
Could I ever find that out?
Can you help me discover the answers?
Maybe you'd know better.
Maybe you could clear the dilemma.

So wouldn't it be nice
if you could pay me a visit sometime?
Inside those dark alleys
Under the shadows of night
When the white moon shall hide
behind clouds and grace.

Of the Prebirth

If you had an orange sun
Rested in your womb

From one essence of life
To the creator of life
Folded within a personal realm
Entwined to be One

And the glow that revolves
Inside your being
is The cradle of time
The fountain of knowing
And you shall be bestowed as
The bearer Of life; Of million dreams

An Unwashed Manifesto

It has been born.
The variant faces
inscribed on the minds of our generation.
A reality augmented on our beliefs
and on our dreams.

It is the want of freedom.
It is born now.
Would it die? It can't.
It is not its prerogative to make.

The age long agony awaits to be channelled now.
Devise the path fellow dreamer
and put your best foot forward.
For we see another future.

A future we control;
a future where we shall hold

the power of decision.

Death I'm

Have you seen that ocean? Those tides swept me to the shore. You might find it strange but I've been stranded here since a little more than forever. I don't know the exact date when I stepped on this place, things don't stay in my head anymore, I agree. It's been quite some time now for sure though. Along with forgetfulness, my clarity and sense of perception have mellowed with age as well. However, this wheel of time has overlooked my physical demeanor. And I always feel overburdened with my own weight. Trapped inside a young body, I'm an old man with a dying heart.

But I'm somehow able to withhold my sense of smell. And believe in my little button-nose if you can, the air here smells like grief; of unwarranted dreams. It has often clustered my power of realization. That might be the reason why I'm stranded here. On this forgotten island infested with bizarre creatures.


By the divisions drawn on sand,these creatures had trapped me inside their skewed mind. Imprisoned in this maze, I vaguely remember that moment when I had gotten carried away- The madness of life had forced me to choose a simpler route, what now I call The Smart Man's Method. That was the last time I ever felt human happiness. Light relapsed and sound escaped to never come back that day. The world has been drawing towards chaos ever since.

What's that you said?
Salvation?

I highly doubt. Do you actually believe that I'll be granted salvation? The Smart Man's Method leads to this place only. Do you really expect there's redemption? Or existence of any other world except this for that matter? I'm highly skeptical on that matter. But would you really trust the words of a faceless man? Or has my forked tongue really slithered through your ears?

Why don't you rather decide the right path on your own? Wouldn't that be great fun? Why don't you choose The Smart Man's Method? Maybe you'll be able to find out yourself whatever there is in store for you. I anyway need someone quite like you to take my place. Give it a deep thought.

Remember where to seek for me if you have any form of doubts about this place. The doors of my kingdom are always open for those who are betrayed by the Truth and ugliness of life. Like I once was.

I'll be more than pleased to give you my audience.