The Tears of Devil

In the brightest days and darkest nights, He walked thy road without any fright.

 
From the dungeons of hell to the bottom of abyss, he is the ruler of all the crisis.

 
He was son of the father who gave birth to the Christ, still he chose thy path which was away from the right.

 
He didn’t choose to be outcast or stay away from the light, but his hatred for himself fueled that evil might.

 
His hunger for love grew in huge proposition, but thy ignored by all gave into evil’s disposition.

 
Once the son of god is now called the devil, all he could do is to keep up to his name and be more evil.

 
The world looked at the darker side of the dark, they hated the devil and loved all his counter parts.

 
Its not the devil never had the heart but thy people didn’t had the vision to just look beyond the dark.

 
He was stabbed in his heart when he was too young, a kid was thrown into abyss away from the morning sun.

 
In the hell he dwell as the king of the dead, he had no place for emotions or the feelings unsaid.

 
Nobody had the key to the devil’s heart, but thy hatred of the world still pierce him like a dart.

 
It takes a lot to attain the devil’s love, but a lot is at stake when one choose to love him and expect nothing at all.

 
Even a man of that demeanor can shed a tear, all it takes a true heart filled with love not fear.

 
Tears of the devil is like the gold dust, even in the evil there are signs of goodness and trust.

 
He is the king of hell and the dungeons of abyss, all he need is love in the eyes of the world to blow away thy internal crisis.

Complexity

In the wake of the night, nor he could sleep neither he could hide.

Clogged by the thoughts thy mind slows down and couldn’t move ahead.

Too many things to control at once, all he could do is to lose himself in the race of none.

The hunger to succeed grew up so hard, made him desperate and virtually a retard.

Mistakes of the past haunts him all night, it felt gloomy even in the bright sunlight.

He followed his heart all his life, more often then not it defied him and kept him away from the right.

Ghost of the past haunts him day and night, all he could do is smile and at times he didn’t even tried.

He was a kid who grew up big, but he never knew that all he will get a hit which would land him in the state of fit.

In the wake of night, nor he could sleep neither he could hide.

HE

Dreams of the dark in the brightest of the days,

Its the silence that haunts in the noisiest of ways.

Emptiness of the ocean that kills thy heart,

Its the fear of fearless that makes him afraid.

Its the magic of slumber to the beauty of which he surrender,

Clear blue sky turns black in the sight its the thunder that breaks a fight.

Too many thoughts clogged thy mind, hardly left a place where he can hide.

Unsaid words and half written poetries, all he was surrounded by too many secret stories.

With a calm face he fought every situation with grace,

But inside thy heart he held a volcano which was ready to tear him apart.

The fire inside burned so bright, everything turned to ash whatever he was trying to hide.

Silence of world murdered those chirrpy thoughts, all he could do is to carry them across in his boat.

The plans of future went haywire in a moment, its the tornado of life that created such torment.

Dreams of the dark in the brightest of the days,

Its the silence that haunts in the noisiest of ways.

Depression

In this era of competition, success and failures there exists a race of people who have not been able to make a stand of their own on those particular parameters. The people who have faced more failures than success, who have fallen more than anybody else in the world. At times this constant failure and rejection pushes them in dungeons of darkness with a little or no hope. A sense of hopelessness and denial haunts them which leads to the state of depression.

Life is not a fairly tale for all of us, at times it gets hard for no reasons for some of us. It depends on one how he faces the tough scenarios. Some give up without fighting and some fight too hard to sustain. But at times constant failures and fighting for a prolonged period can leave one drained of energy. This drained energy phase is followed up by an emptiness within, which is the worst state for one to be in. Even the most die-hard men get blank when that phase of emptiness hits them. It’s natural to be depressed and feel bad about somethings but when this phase sustains for a longer period it turns into depression. When we try to dig deeper for the reason behind depression we find that its often the scenarios that are being created by one’s own mind. As we often say that the biggest devil on earth is human mind as it can create a world of its own thus we have to learn how to control it. But at times the situations outside tends to affect us so much that giving up seems to be an easier option. The ratings of people on the scale of success and failures has been the root cause of people being depressed.

We often fail to realize our actual state because we are less connected to ourselves now a days. While competing in this world at times we get too hard on ourselves while pushing too hard to reach to the top and when the efforts go in vain it leave us all drained and disappointed. It is OK to be depressed at times as one can not be happy always but it takes a lot to beat that feeling and to recover oneself from there. It is easy succumb to the darkness but its tough to rise from it. Clarity of thoughts and vision will help to beat the miseries of life. The state of depression can only be fought with determination and hope. Its perfectly fine to be depressed but its not fine to be hopeless.

The Wall

It’s the story of a stony wall, which stood straight be it winter or fall.

Years went by in days and nights, it faced all but didn’t give up the fight.

It saw people sobbing all alone, supported them when they had no one to belong.

Though it was just a stony wall, but still had feelings more than anybody of us all.

It’s the story of a stony wall, which stood straight be it winter or fall.

 

It was the shelter when storm hit high, saved every one who came there to hide.

It never had a heart of its own, which helped it bridge the divide and treat everybody as one.

It saw lovers make out in its shade, when things got quite it smiled at their fate.

It’s the story of a stony wall, which stood straight be it winter or fall.

 

It saw people’s murderous rage, went short of words and could not think of a phrase.

It thanked the god for its tedious fate, felt good about itself for not having those human traits.

Being stationary did no good, as world moved around and it had swinging moods.

It’s the story of a stony wall, which stood straight be it winter or fall.

 

Earth trembled under and sky gave a thunder, cracks developed around and it was ready to surrender.

It was time to be free from all those misery, but still it held tight and never gave up the fight.

Things went to dust in a single strike, though it would always be remembered for its might.

It’s the story of a stony wall, which stood straight be it winter or fall.

Close To You

I might not be close to you, there are things that I could never do.

There are vivid dreams of that night, there were moments when I could have hold you tight.

I can still remember that sweetest smile, wish I could have hold that hand and walk a mile.

When the sky was painted all blue, it all lost in those eyes of hue.

There are things that i could never do, perhaps because I was who.

 

I wanted to walk away from the light, elope in the darkness without a fight.

When the demon opened his eyes, I wish I had the guts to put up a fight.

I wanted to give and had something to say, it would have been good if I could have stayed.

Time went by like sand in storm, I reached no where I started from.

I might not be close to you, there are things that I could never do.

 

I ain’t want anything I want you to know, I don’t say anything but have a lot to show.

I wish I could have opened up a bit, it’s a book which is little tough to read.

I am a man who sold his dream, I wanted to hold but couldn’t hold it in.

Its the cry that he held all night, he never showed but he held her tight.

I might not be close to you, there are things that I could never do.

Close My Eyes

I close my eyes I see your face, they are the memories that I cant erase.

The moment of truth hit out off the blue, I can see nothing but only you.

The puppet of life turns alive, the second it sees your tender smile.

The life used to be ain’t no fun, the moment i got you it all began.

The trauma of darkness shed no tear, its the thing that now none fear.

I sing now the song of full moon night and hope for the sun to shine too bright.

The moment I caught hold of your hand and those fingers rolled through your hair strands.

The dream of the life came true, I can see nothing but only you.

The thunderous sky danced with all its might, it was the moment when we grooved all night.

It then rained like cat and mouse, drenching us both inside out.

It was a dream of which one could never get out, years went by but the memories never phased out.

I close my eyes I see your face, they are the memories that I cant erase.