Evening Light Is Failing

Time is standing still, Finally still for me. As I see the water fall silent, My gentle wind is free. Shattered glass of myriad memories, Fall unto the green water. And the river shines a red glow, As the flickering shadows grow longer. Its time for you to set, My Divine Light, Long have you shined at heights. Long have you warred the mighty rain clouds, Against dark nights with dying lights. For once the horizon is not black, The oceans are quiet as a still morning calm. The winds are retreating into the mountains white, And no rain clouds threaten the winter lark. When the last wave on ocean shores broke, The sun died into the welcoming night. The water was still as the winter snow, As the light disappeared beyond their sights. Sleep my Sun, sleep forever, Rest your light for the morning after. For you may yet rise again, Like a phoenix burning in an orange light. But then the morning never came, And with it never came the sunlight. This sunset was final it seems, For the morning never met the horizon bright. This will be my last poem I guess. I'm quitting.

Cheating Shadows...

Ive got aged jars with venom floating inside, when i wished for clouds so silver lined, and is it its insanity that beckons me, or is it your ignorance that holds the key. The tunnel ended in light, I ran as you came, the house breaking down, in its mason's mains, and as soon as I touched you and held you as mine, you vanished yet lingered, like passing time. Body spinning in circles, eyes searching for stones, no rubble, no blood, finally a home, every wish, every prayer finally come true, and I'm stuck ouside, with a brand new,you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Dying Of The Light

Take me away, to a land of oceans, Where the land is swallowed by the withering waves. Where the water is swept by the buffeting wind, And a red darkness envelops the sky. Where the stars are dying in the dark night, There shall the solar wind fall. To bury the last strands of the final light, The forest trees stand tall. The clouds are the enemy, Who have captured the evening light. The hail of rain pierces the oceans black, As it falls through the mourning night. Destroying waves rise a mile high, But still can't free the sun. The bleak horizon darkens with tears, Falling from the dying sun. How can the moon now rise, Without the sun's light? What's beyond the clouds no one shall know, For the sun has lost its final fight.

Flecks

I am an eraser- I rub away your pain and sorrow. Give you a little of me Willingly... my heart and soul Soon all of me whole, Till I'm not shiny and new, I don't erase like I used to. I'm still there ... as I am erased all the way, away So I've given you me- Would erase it all away for you again. But now who is to erase the sorrow? the end of me has become? I ask now- What has become of us? And where are we now? ----------------------------------------------------------- Oh you all know I can no longer write, I no longer write. It was good to read all of yours again. I do advise you finally see those comments I should have written a long time ago. Please come back. I'll let you know, I'm here. But maybe not for long? Heylo all. I still love you.

Paper dreams

i knead my Sunday dreams on blank sheets and kites that you paint with blossoms of purple, red and white. these walls i build high as to hide the sun, you touch time and turn them to bridges in a while. through that door which i never opened, you send me a lullaby will you sing it again when am lost in the sea of mirrors without a name? will you? In a bubble I blend, to the rhythm of the sun, in shadows I die, to be that rain which could pass the borders and bleed with the earth to regain those leaves where you wrote my name. like those secrets your lip holds, the grains of sands lie dead, shall i hold them as they slip? to make them the roots of a tree that will always remain. the pages have changed to paper boats and planes, just like those dreams you hide in that valley with no wind, shall i call them back, counting every changing shade of seasons to hold your hand at the break of dawn? shall i?

Departure

Walking among woods never did a shepherd found his lost sheep Everything breaks, even a stone, but the mountains couldn't cry, whispered the sky to lend them some rain as they counted clouds touching and leaving away. The hands that cupped to hold a river moved away, and never were the two grains seen, one that slipped away and the other that tried to built a shelter in between the walls of two fingers, two grains of sand attached to one branch no one saw when they met became one and left.

The lonely city candy affair

A pause in this loneliest city, A dialog I add of footprints emerging In chapter of turndown eternity. Since I turn only to you undone, In retiring light of the morning moon, In stoic light of the evening sun. It shadows my fairish glitter. It blinds one if the sweetened white, I’d shirk divorcing the mirror. Shirk not envying the postman. He pleases to please, ceases to cease. For how your talk goes my pen. The comfort I jilt of my shelter, A bedpost and a seascape on the wall, The universe for knocking later, To become a mistletoe pendant. On your oak where metaphors bloom. My darling oxymoron, old friend. On the bed cared-for when we lie, Secretly open-eyed and close-hearted In the compass of a needle eye, Tickle not my fancy to flee often To the slightest ice on the coldest lake! Dilemma of half-lost, half-gotten. Infant and redundant up the sky, Down they blur to divide and conquer. Sad! I can’t more than clouds cry. Blurry streets I can’t but dread, Where with each blink of my eye fades The imprint of your silhouette. -Fareed

In The Morning Mist

all alone i wander speaking of gods and angels the burdens we place through our desires only to forget what we desire the most in the morning light she stands alone drenched and shivering placed a hand on her shoulders quivering i beg to be free the water showed her face of tears and fears in one nothing seemed like fate when her loved ones have to die we the forsaken, take the light. empty shadows, pale whispers in the dark. held together , dreams that kill the nights. intertwined forever, by our heart's desire. silent i awaken, to rid myself free. atoned from my sins, i search the skies. gazing at the clouds, i wonder why live. gazing at the water, i wonder what to live for. to be freed of this disease to be held when none cared to be sought when there's nothing left to be loved when there's noone left in the morning light she spoke to me told me of her burden freed me of my sins held my hand and whispered go now love you are me we the forsaken, take the light. empty shadows, pale whispers in the dark. held together , dreams that kill the nights. intertwined forever, by our heart's desire.

Play...

The words play like a piano's tune, a beating soul, playing its master piece,

in timeless whispers of joy and sin, in seconds alive, and moments deceased.

And they pass through the boards the channels and streams, a shadow uncared for, unmourned,

and we'l stare and walk away unshaken, why? who knew what pulled the piano's chord?

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I clicked that picture and a song was playing in my head through the shoot, i dont know what song...but it just seemed to come out. and for once a photo inspired me.

~ Shraddha

uninspired to word my feel heavy eyes set on empty lines lost in something unknown still everytime i try i cant come undone had a heart that sang out loud had a fear that cried out songs had a tear that reasoned her stay now lost inside and left behind with her my words too left again i fall in this empty space the blank sheet speaks my heart perfect words to show my emptiness never again will i write in love for she might steal my words again never again will i fall in love for she might steal my heart again closure i find in these lines i bid farewell to your blank face in this moment i witness the beauty of sunrise and a pen changing a life words come back and i again feel tears come back, i bid final farewell hopes return with the swaying trees i return with the singing winds and again i hope to write in love and again i hope to give my words and again i hope to fall in love and again i hope someone will steal my heart

Hmmm are we dead again??

where is everyone?? i cant seem to find any new posts.. hopefully someone reads the above one atleast..

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http://oxy-dreameon-ashes.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-which-is-detached.html I suppose it was time. Haven't been here much at all... Everything goes back to the old, I suppose. It's been a while. And although I wrote that a long time ago...I am still a remnant.

Let The Gods Sing

It seems like forever

O daughter of the moon

Since thine own desire

To peer out of the sky

To fix the ticking clock

We must tear time asunder

And lo! There thou art

Confined and yet unbound

The wind stays its course

Like a sailor's best ally

Searching for Minotaurs

A blood drop from the eye

A thousand millennia

To behold in union

And even, O divine

In silent overture

As the silver light steeples

In mirthful crescendo again

And the fulfilling embrace

I yearned for is given unto

And then we sit in triumph

The glory of years forlorn

The world in singularity

Watches the event horizon

Of Seekers And Finders

"The sky is dressed in ethereal shades

Of a pen's ink gently sprinkled over

Rays of light, almost fragile to touch

Caress the embers and clinch tightly"

Weakly pulverous and trudging along

Hair swept back by the maelstrom

A faint glow of lightning emanating

Daylight overpowered and overawed

The reins of transparent chaos around

And the ruins of maligned serenity

In the hands of one who is balanced

To see them intertwined together

Parting the anvil with a strike so sound

That the cosmos is torn asunder

Chaos and serenity forged as one

Fathomless in its basic nature

Brightly radiant and riding swiftly

Imbibed with the unified duality

The aura of control spreads around

Light conforming to wholeness

Reason Finds A Hole...

In shadows of her broken mind, like twists and turns, uneasy lines. looping circles, never cease to form, the holes of fate, invited storms. And she tries to change the paths foretold, to bend a future she cast in stone. And in crumbles and dirt it formed she finds, a sealed mouth, and a blinded mind. Who is it who made the world turn round? Made justice her love and left it unbound, and then when she faltered and chose to betray, had it coming asking for her price to pay. Is it mere complaints, and only practice being preach, is it truth held at gunpoint with lies to teach, will it matter if questions were answered or not, if digesting devoid reason aint a battle unfought? And the poison spun round in the brim of her lungs, Freedom, exploded in the air, suffocated and hung. She couldn't free her convictions, she couldnt bear to hold, to never meet the reaper, and sell her soul. The rain poured down her sullen cheeks, faith's fire dwindled and hope shined bleak. The grounds turned to mould, the rain held its child, she was dragged undisturbed, leaving footprints behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha

Daisies

Heylo to you all. So... What's up with the picture? =P -Not that I mind. Just curious. While I'm at it. What are you guys? Whatcha been up to? Updates updates. (Yes this is my excuse for not writing.) Just a random thought. Don't you hate it when you are just doing something then think of an amazing line with the perfect word in the sentence... And then when you go to remember it later. You've totally forgotten the *perfect* word. Ugh,

Writer's Block

Opportunities galore In a blank piece of paper, But tall tales are short Impressed on skyline. Ironic to take it ironic Turnabout is fair play, Book of passing dreams Stargazes a retrofuture. Of shepherd, of nymph, And other mismatches In flip side couplings Fancy befriended me. As water pals up earth Smear us with clay, In plastic of plastic art Opportunities galore. -Fareed

Like The Morning Mists

Two pairs of feet, tread ocean shores, Like rain from stars on eyes black and brown. The soothing caress of Spring's soft leaves, Under a blanket of night's silky frown. And those eyes, like an endless sky, Stretched over miles of misty lands. Laughter like a valley of silken roses, Beside a river across a coloured band. All those beneath raven hairs, That flutter across a visage so pure, Across a soft hill under stars, Like winds on sunlit oaks. Like gentle waves your name flows, Your voice like church bells serene. And the sea breeze kisses your eyelids closed, When dawn walks against the night. The first light of the morning sun falls, And the sky pours down upon sleeping eyes. You are just a dream it seems, Just a lonesome heart's dream...

Binding Atropos

In the years gone by in silence

And the years yet to arrive

Cloaked in starkness of chaos

The mechanical movements

Of a rusted shade of the sun

For a few indoctrinated eyes

Frolicking in cosmic meadows

The threads woven by Norns

Sitting calmly, grinning slyly

Two souls gazing into vortex

Forged in fluidity of steel

Is better than a gold prison

Seeing spring approach on wings

In anticipation of one eternity

The orchestration of a pen's ire

Wrought in the subtlety of words

To be

One

To be

Omni

To be

The mediocrity of a mountain

Slowly eroded by drops of water

And the twitching hand of fate

Caught in the thread it wove

With a sense of utmost clarity

A scene in pulchritude unfolds

Paving way for iridescence

And the shards of flawed amber

Begetting a tint of kindness

Inevitably metamorphosing

In sight and form of divinity

To the pure, all is pure

The craven can't comprehend

Leaves plucked from trees

Spiralling into corruption while

A phoenix meanders high above

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Ashwin

. sick..

sitting with legs crossed stuck in the cross-section of time breathing nothing down my throat holding the present responsible, in vain scribbling empty contours on a page hoping it would breathe itself to life every dot and curve intended to cleanse and wash this rage rattled center, dispersed light the balance disturbed, deterred searching for the catalyst, misplaced somewhere in transit, someone's plight night beckons with a sleepless kiss this should be what it seems a long stretch of illness a disease called in retrospection.. .eby.

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. i thought u guys were hibernating... nice to be back at home... :)

A Call To God

dead silence of fear lives under the whispers of forgotten nights held together by the unserene calm intertwined into the fire in the sky with each passing hour, closing in is the end what horrors and which gallows awaits?? born into what is the three lettered curse,, each day nothing changes but nothing's same.. call upon the so called god ask how this curse is their fault?? what created this divide?? and dared to be named god as screams it begins to spread another fire from above as hopes it begins to fade the ceiling crashes down held in those eyes last light of life,, the fire burning red beside the stars.. broken hearts and broken souls,, smiling tears and embracing hands.. call upon the so called god ask how this curse is their fault?? what created this divide?? and dared to be named god

Gray Void...

Like words suspended in the stillness of the night, in transparent shades of black and white, that never left her sullen lips, fearing rumours, of a sanity slipped. And she tracked her footsteps, stops and falls, tainted with labels, her knowledge, its calls. And no hint, no word nor whisper adhered, to the sentence, of an image smeared. The world spun round, twisting her neck, Pity handed her a mask, to cover the wreck. Her first steps faltered, she wore it too long, Her souls stood by her, she didn't transform. The test's to break you, survival is made, Death's the only finality, the prophecy said. Oceans sped eastward, fell unbroken off the cliff, fatalistic doubt, for once proved a gift. The earth could'nt rip her, tried to swallow her whole, her heart broken in two, and turned to a hole. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha

Dont tell me its all dead again.

Dont tell me its all dead again.

Killing Climaxes...

Slide into forbidden spaces, as tempting, as the apple to eve, through twisting alleys, hushes, screams, muffled yelps and cries, warm and frothing, locked in deep, thrust into its heart, and if you closed your eyes, you'd hear its blood, flowing, mixed with the wind, and its howls, so loud, so firm... rattling inside you, plunging in, swimming out, a million per second. Crushing you, like a mountain fell into you, then its gone, the world as you know it, the gods and their glory, they said you'l get closer, but only empty lies, like this place, the ball of smoke, that got lost inside you, instead of dissolving you, and its gone, the shackles, the pain, the joy, and you. And left standing at the edge of the ocean, looking over the tip of the world, You, Free to roam, Free to think, Free from having to obey, Free from knowing, how. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~ Shraddha

Encipher Zion

Vermillion quotes Coveted by the gullible Believer, believing the sacrament In the essence of the lotus Pure and purifying By daring to listen And to speak ambivalence The absence of the severed Sands and mirrors Perceived equivalence The truth in the lies The damned pandemonium Inhumane tasks persist And so 'we' make a stand The conception of being One for all, none for all The gate to harlequin lines Through entranced eyes Conjure the vortex Conjure the infinite light ~Ashwin

Fold

Jilted me halfway the fluid snooze Panting, lancing the closet scent To washbasin to throw up the booze That had me fouled utter offhand. Stooping favoured blood to rush Did good to unfold a vodka view Of my mirror, your mugshot crush Invariably bids my chances adieu. Upshots of snubbed hallucinogen Ghosted the coupled air to blot Your flashback asking to moisten Was hence a mere part of the plot. Showering is shortcut to thoughts of All that no one else will ever know For it mists the desire lines of love Like gin one does to fireplace throw. With water I created light when hit It moonshined taste of losing score Systematically if it’s you I must quit Chips worth kitty sprawled the floor. -Fareed

Like Autumn Touched Leaves

Memories, of a moonlit orchard; Of Apple trees and grass a shimmering green. Moving pictures of still water rising, And hands clasped in silent prayers. Memories of twinkling church bells, Of sunlight shining through the brush. The land of promise, Of silence serene, The land where lads once played. Sheep clouds caressed the shineless Sun, As rain rippled the morning brook. Wasn't there an Ocean blue beneath raven hairs? And the glint of cherry under a hill of flesh? But all fell like Autumn touched leaves, Swept away by a wind so calm. Weathered memories like realities faded, As he saw the stone upon his palm. Snatched away from his hills and waters, He gazed upon the silent lands. Blackness swallows the evening sun, And night falls upon the floor of sand. And then the rain begins to fall, Washing over a barren terra broken. The lonely white tree sheds it's tears, And as the last leaf fell from wet branches, Winter was come again. And still the memories... The Memories...

The Revelation Mist

Trees scarred by lightning

Weep with the drops of rain

In the forest of shadows

The advent of a frosty winter

Enflamed messages folded

Under the sky of magenta

The scar beneath the skin

Now in a dreamy dominion

Pass the preserved milestones

He rides to break the stigma

When night falls short

Of reaching almost there

Waltzing through the void

Sings the breathless wind

The body inscribed in frost

While the soul travels beyond

~Ashwin

Permeable Ghost

July 4, 09 Empty words waver into songs, Into souls you don't care to feed, Cigarettes burn into tongues, And liquor is the eye to infinity. And only. And only because you want You want your words to be empty. Feel them and desire nothing, Permeable ghost, You can die but you don't die From the constant way you bleed, Beggar from the few, You feel your life is empty. -July 4, Rachel

Risvegliarsi

Embedded fears and braided convictions

The winding spiral of zero

Personifying resplendence

And the knowledge of lacuna

Commencing a swarm of locusts

In the face of armageddon

The only way is to learn

Clutching, and past anguish

In a pallid slumber's dream

The asleep seraph coiled in the corner

The night ushered inside

In the domain of coldness

So we revive the blade

And the aegis of absolution

Waiting behind the windows

Lost no more in reveries

The light running over skin

Elevating sempiternally

The warriors arise, with raised swords

~Ashwin

Early morning, Windows speak. Pianos play and the devil dreams. Spins a tale, we all go round. Turning, turning, and I fall down. Early morning, Windows break. Moonlight glistens and bodies stray. Haunting rhythm, broken speech. It all occurs when I feign my sleep. Early morning, Wind blows calm. All for one, but none for all. Nightmares seek, lighting the way. Mirrors are shown, night to day. Early morning, Wind picks up. The sands of time have filled my cup. Once a beggar, always used. Pianos play, possessions and tools.

~Ayesha

The Escalating Fear Of Water

Lights, Lights, glimmering bright lights, Desolate crests of waves ignite. Shimmers of darkness upon a glossy chest, The oceans froths in debilitating fright. Her wooden brow gleams with salt, And the tattered sails dither in winds. When the silent Skies are torn by lightning, The swelling ocean buffeted by the storm. Rain, like silent raindrops, fell From the glittering darkness of overcast skies. The darkened sun from beyond the rainclouds grins, Over the storm thrashed floors of oak. The murderous winds have destroyed the lands, For away on the island fallen trees abound. Desolate lands greet the dark morning, And a silent howl is the only sound. Her fluttering flag tears away, And falls in the white water. Above the Earth lies an angry ocean, And below the Skies a caravel falls.

Bolted Homes...

Running past cuts and bruises, she's turning towards home, broken wood and sealed doors, love's gone, clothes out thrown. The halls burn hollow, echoes her own, windows like promises, shattered in tears, bleeding insanity,pouring rain, and it's her only one, to hear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha

Remove this white Background At Once

Yes I Agree with Sharad. He is god. Heed him. Remove this travesty of a background at once.