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

-

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.

. :)

. 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.