Come away O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a fairy hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.

Courtesy: Artificial Intelligence.

For me, was ever wild.
For me, was never child.
Fairy thou evil, for demons ever by.
For the child was in me.

For me, the morn ever cried.
For me, the Nyx never smiled.
Fought thou pupil, for awes ran high.
For the child was in me.

For me, the spirit ever jaded.
For me, the being never faded.
Furious thou bit, for nous low laid.
For the child was in me.

For me, deem ever delight.
For me, mortal never regret.
For I never known, the child was in me!

I breathe every breath that I squeeze out of thy life.
I taste the bloody trail, the despair, the fight for life.
I feel the primeval instinct gasping to live.
I smell the fleeing soul, never knew its dying.
And I took just another life!

Never knew the count, Never knew the Logic.
Me just following a pity tragic.
And I walk down the lane, down the bloody trail, pinned with sin.
With the cloud hovering high, its patience growing thin.

And then It rains, rain on me, for eternity.
The pleasure of pain…so Intoxicating!
And It rained & rained & soaked me blood red & soaked me of my sin.
The pleasure of pain…still Intoxicating!

I looked Up to the sky, the holy soul crying…
And they cried & cried & cried red blood on me.
And I cried & cried & cried, for the path to enlightenment so inflicting.

I see the distance past, and my future fades.
I smell the rusty leaves & feel the hot air.
A breeze hits me & my sorrow disappears.
I travel time often, when I feel this lifes’ not fair.
I have seen the glory of knowledge & its power,
The more I crave for it, the more it devour.
I stepped into the holy water & they started expecting of me.
Need I stand to there desire?
Happiness thats all I wanted but, the billion Ivory eyes, just kills my aspire.

Hey U people, Go to Hell.
When U meet the Death, Just Tell,
I am Very Well, Sitting beside the well
& staring down the Hell.
Nostalgia so pal, this life feels like jail.

I am so caned, try to jump but chained.
This lives’ not fair when U not there!
Comeback Oh Divinity, in any size or shape,
My ultimate fate, my ultimate life.

Comeback my fate, Comeback my life.
I will be longing for U, till the sun set
Its thy promise, till my last breath!

A mouse ventured into my house…wow, it seamed like it has come the right way, but was a little confused with the terrain. Hey,its the same mouse that I had caught from the kitchen (so what I thought) & let it out in the fields, but it has managed to find its way back. Surprise & anger filled me as I got determined, not to let go back into the kitchen. So I closed the door of the living room & trapped it in there. Then I took My sisters sandal & hit it with it, despite my sisters repeated request of not hurting it.

Ohhhh…..What did I do? I helplessly watched on……..It repetitively kicked it’s feet as its lungs desperately gasped for last breath of air, & finally succumbed to it. Ohhh….NO! Ohhh…My Goodness! What did I do? I never meant to do that. I lifted up its body & thought it might have fainted. But the amount of blood that has flowed out from its mouth & the cold body had signaled it pretty clearly, I am a bloody killer. I looked into its deep dark eyes that were still searching the way to kitchen. The mouse’s wish for a better life was ruthlessly ended…by what write did I do that? Questions & sorrow filled my Heart & Mind.

What is that, that made me raise my hand, when I at the first place didn’t wanted to kill it? What is that, that made me kill it, ignoring my sister’s repeated request to not to? What is that, that took over me, when at the first time I let it to the fields so as to get ride of it from my kitchen?……..What is that?

………Its the killer Instinct. Yes, the instinct to kill that runs through my veins. I may have covered my face with the mask pretend to be civilize & social, but I am still a beast Within!

But the question still remains….if I am a cold blooded killer then why is that it hurts me when I kill others? Well may be the answer lies with the society where I leave in. We are taught to respect all life form, be it a human or a small creature as mouse. But I stand in between. I have still not civilized enough! May be its the reason why the beast within takes over me! I got a long way to go. Its only the period of transition & I will have to undergo such situations (of suppressing my instincts (thats hurts equally) or to let it take over & get hurt for the crime that I commit against other) till the morphing is over. But again ‘Change is the most constant things in this world!’ ………….dose that mean?…..hurts. All the time that we are undergoing change, Pain will be quick to follow us as a shadow!

Hard to accept….but may be Pain its a truth as the mouse I killed, or the Life we live is!

Yes…..I dream of Sun, Under the Moonlit Night!

Sounds Strange, funny, & utterly confusing. Yea it may sometime can be if we move away from the reality & get complicated in the complex world & still expect, if, it would come my way (ehe..dont want to wake up)…complex it is & should be, millions of life trying to shape thing up & perciving them all from one’s point of view is a real complicated task. But I don’t want to do that, all I want is, make my life simple & not think of the world as a whole. But again I am forced to cuz we all are related, bonded in the complex chain of relatonship that no one supposively can break or escape.

So I laydown my complicated nucence as it may sound & gat back to reality. I need to be practical while tackling petite problems that make a whole lot of difference into any ones life & perticularly my. I want the norms to disappear so that I can walk down the lane without looking back or any regrets. I want the law to be framed in my way or the law be so as to protect me from every thing evil in the society. But hey that not practical…so what is that I want? Is it that, I am a dreamer who lives in reality but spend most of the time in dreams of things it would be like or I could do..If I only could. Yea that is it. It provides me a false reassurance, but provides enough confidence to put forth my next step & bring in all shorts of complixity to life.

C’est La Vie….Its the dream, the dream of somthing better, that may never come my way. Its the drug that I inject every day to face the complicated nucence or bitter reality of life!

The sun for me may never shine, but it does shines every night!

I woke up to a beautiful morning…………its Morning just as with how every day starts.
A fresh new day….but why do I feel do bad, what is that….a paranoia at back of my head.
aaah….Its was the dream, the dream bout a school that I left five years ago!
Why was that I had dreaming bout it & why is it calling me back again….
The desperate cry of tortured innocent soul, the constant stress of being something of what i was not & why is it that I had to tolerate… “Spar the stick, Spoil the Child” & yet say nothing cuz I really didn’t had the liberty….. why was that my teacher tortured me & to learn what they teach & teach is what the nuance they all did!

I can still remember of being caned for stating the color of gold being golden…I wonder what’s the shape of earth, if its not spherical? is it at all worth undergoing a whole day torture to know the shape of the thing I stand on?

Why Why Why…..Is that those bloody teacher dictated my life…… who even didn’t had a sense of what they are dealing with are human being with feeling & emotions. Why is that they be the one who made the rules & that,it really didn’t matter what we felt or said.
Why is that I was not given the liberty to express…..cuz was it that I was a minor? And minors have no say cuz they don’t have the brain…..& experience to & feeling of & a LIFE?

Yes……………….Its calling me!
Cuz I can feel the pain that parents & teachers failed to feel in them & may be because no one is really bothered bout what they had left in there past!

The nightmare is over for me(or is it)…….
But Teachers…….
Before you raise the stick again…take a look at those innocent eyes & ask to yourself,
Have U earned the right of what you are just trying to……….

Are you worth a teacher??………Are You?

They love me more than any parents would love their children!
I have never felt any need not being fulfilled, or maybe………
But still something draws me away from my family. It may be a father who never paid much attention to his kids’ nurture, except putting pressure to archive or a mother who hardly knew what it likes to grow up her children. Blame it all on my parents, or may be it was me (trouble child) who needed a bit more attention than he use to get.
As I walked along the path of life……I discovered mine was not an Isolated case, parents being Insensitive & me being Extra-Sensitive or vice-versa (in many occasion) has taken its toll & carved a perfect guy called me.
This is what I have become! Things have slipped too far to be put together.
I have resolved my mind, its better to someday walk away…..
And Say Hasta La Vista to Home & make a Home of mine own which I could call Home!