Ashes

January 31, 2010February 2, 2010 ~ Trilok Rangan ~ 2 Comments

White rings from my lips,

Diaphram struggling behind the ribs,

Behind the veil thinking I stand,

With six (fingers) in my hand.

Misty mornings, dusty dusks, spooky nights,

Passed before my dizzy eyes,

When sailed I in the wind so mesmerising,

To know the wrongs and not the reasons.

Crazy I felt within my head,

Forgot those promises,

Vanished those dreams,

Banishing me from my world.

Those wuthering heights beckoned me,

When illusions guided my ignorance,

Ashes fell behind, burning my five,

Reminding me the remains : Remains of a lost glory.

The smoke that filled my room,

Made me so rude,

When I felt the past so clear, the present so near,

But the future I fear, when I hold it near.

The deceiving words, the dejecting looks,

Flashed the lost glory,

Lost was the lustre,

When the loser awaited his last win (Death).

No more fumes in air,

When the broken bonds try to fall back in vain

I am late,

The Grey & White ashes kiss my forehead.

~Trilok~

On the Death Bed

January 31, 2010January 31, 2010 ~ Trilok Rangan ~ 4 Comments

The passing clouds showered my mane,

The evening sun colored my mane,

Moments froze as I wait,

For the one blessed by fate.

Twilight haunted the day its pride

Murmuring the requiem it rides,

Blackness clouded my eyes open so wide

Struggling to find the image it hides.

Dreams surfaced my mind galloping

White horse with wings wavering,

Cold winds bore the wild scent lingering

A soft hand with palms shivering.

Sinister eyes waited to pounce

As wailing triumph denounce,

Retreating beats echoed in my ears

As I lay with an arrow on my rear.

Fading glory failed to stop

As around my death bed shadows hop,

Blinding lights approached my pyre

As Gates of Heaven open for me, virile.

~Trilok~

The Rights and the Wrongs

January 31, 2010March 9, 2010 ~ Trilok Rangan ~ 4 Comments

What is Right and what is wrong,

No one has taught me that strong,

With closed eyes I meditate,

The devil calling on my state.

Fear, never bit me, afraid,

Future never blessed me, I’d cried,

Blurring faces flashing through

Peace of mind I ne’er knew.

Falling out to the traps it lay,

Frequent nightmares, can’t bear, I say

Crawling ropes tight around my neck,

When Crimson dusk wait to set.

Destiny plays the game, so lame

As I wander without an aim,

Life has always been a dream,

As I wake, I scream.

Yeah… I scream, screeeaaaaaaaaaamm…. Aloud…

I have prayed the evil at night,

But Worshipped the gods with light,

Trembling hands pull the trigger,

As shadows hug my bright figure.

~Trilok~

Silence…

January 31, 2010February 2, 2010 ~ Trilok Rangan ~ 2 Comments

Again a day,

And again a night,

I wait for the ceaseless song,

To start ringing in my ears.

Rising stars and receding sun,

Beats the last symphony,

As silence sings the madrigal in my heart,

My turbulent soul sinks to tranquility.

In the fading smile of the thirsty sun,

Shadows sing the melancholy song,

And staring at me they move quietly,

I look back only to drench in the darkness.

Deep in my heart I carry,

The silent song of darkness,

So sweet it feels to me,

Like the wine of golden youth.

With the autumn wind I hymn the song of silence,

For often it quenches my thirsty soul,

Mellows my life’s fruit,

And fills my soul with melody.

Silence – my only friend,

Silence can’t lie,

As silence is dumb,

Silence has only truth.

Dancing shadows freeze,

As silent strain echoes,

And I return,

To His world of soothe.

Then it gave me hope,

That dawn is bright,

With all its might,

Never to lose from my sight.

With this in mind,

Leap I into the wind,

Hoping to win the knight,

Who comes by the night.

We play the game

It designed to tame,

Surrender I to its Omni power

For I am the one who falls like a flower.

Don’t parry silence, but marry silence,

As silence is golden, silence is wisdom,

Silence is sweet, silence is soft symphony,

Silence is silent in silence itself.

~Trilok~