pawan, 7 january 2012
I try to sleep, to lie still
But for the weather tempestuous in my head
I seek ways for this storm to kill
To bury it in the grave of my bed
I fight back my mind, trying to instill
A sense of calm, to forget what I said
Knowing inside, for all the guilt I take
I will be asleep, but with retribution awake.
I see the morning glory, of a brand new day
But only for another night to tear it apart
And helpless, I see it being snatched away
While the whole world pleads for a new start
But how can I, convicted by reason, say
That another beginning, another way would not make more tart
This inferno laden with yet another mistake
For wherever I go, I cannot escape, this retribution awake.
My mind, still restless, like shots piercing the sky
I wake up and abandon this undeserved sleep
With conscience shaken, I try to ask why
Why, with every step I climb, I push the ladder even deep
And the wings of hope are chopped before they fly
Back comes the answer; how much hope can you keep
While knowing life is but a gigantic stake
And with every bet misplaced, I risk having the retribution awake.
pawan, 7 january 2012
I am life,
And splashes from death's last drop
I am here, everywhere,
Yet my ambition, i cant stop
I am the almighty,
The master of this spinning top
I am reason,
The harvest of the mind's crop
I am evil and I am God,
Imperishable, I stand aloft
I am thought, I am thought
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