Lady Love and a Sheep

Inflicting pain is an art she has mastered,

For years her wiling experiment one was, just a sheep in her herd,

Slowly over time, a thousand cuts she made,

till he died and no one could know from which he felt betrayed.

Lying on the floor with his blood flowing about,

He knew that time for him had run out,

He looked at her with love in his eyes,

All he saw though, was a look of despise.

His eyes tell a thousand tales of his feelings,

A broken heart, his smile successfully concealing,

His body aches while his soul cries,

Yet he prays that no man or woman causes tears in her eyes.

The blade in her hand flashes again,

Meeting its mark ends his pain,

He rejoices as her love for him is finally expressed,

Not in emotions or words but in the swift death that she gifted to his beating heart in his 

chest.

Making Love

Stepping out of the shadows from behind you, Silently,

I take a whiff of your fragrance, the smell of your hair,

I look at your curves, silhouetted against the dusky sky, defiantly,

Oh the pleasure and the agony that you engender is too much to bear.

I move towards you and clasp you in my arms,

Somehow you knew it was me, without even hearing a sound,

Your silken skin, your curvaceous body, oh the ethereal charm,

As our lips touch, In a torrent of love and lust, we start to drown.

Your breath on my neck, your whispers in my ear,

while the darkness smiles and surrounds us in its cloak,

As your body rubs against me, your moans make your intentions clear,

while my hands caress every inch of your back, gently like smoke.

As your tongue touches mine, the passionate lust explodes in us,

The gentle moving of our bodies replaced by an urgency,

Clothes being torn off, all desire, lacking finesse,

the look in your eyes, a hunger mixed with insolency.

Finally, your naked body is pressed against me,

While we kiss, your hands are teasing and stroking,

Every fibre of my being aching to be inside you and be free,

But, I want to taste your arousal, and hear you moan, in that bliss thats pleasure yet agonizing.

I drop down to my knees, like a devotee at the feet of his Goddess,

while I grab your curvaceous ass and pull you towards me,

You spread your legs and let out a moan, thats bashless,

As I taste your nectar, sweet and aromatic, your lust is set free.

As you open your mouth in a silent scream,

Your body shakes against my lips harder and harder,

This is the fulfillment of my fantasy and my dream,

As I carry on tasting, your orgasm nectar and I feel hornier yet at ur release, prouder.

The Last Step...

The city light spread across and the wind in my hair, 
An abyss below me, yet on my lips, no prayer, 
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, 
and i am reminded of all the pain and the lies. 

My heart was nothing but a toy, 
Breaking it gave you all the joy, 
You, I thought would be with me, always, 
Didn't know, separate were our highways. 

Slowly, the memory of happiness decays, 
On my broken heart, lucid insanity preys. 
Walking in the crowd, all alone, 
My eyes, nothing but a pleading moan. 

Rain and sunshine, feels the same, 
Nothing matters now, neither pain nor shame, 
Drunk in the early mornings, yet sober when I try to close my eyes, 
Why do I still see you and hear your lies? 

Pain, the new best friend, 
Loneliness, the destination of this road's dead end, 
Love and marriage was my only intention, 
Poverty, the only crime for your love's alienation. 

Now I smile, with my broken heart, 
It pains, in each and every broken part, 
Lost something that was never mine, 
The exact reasons I would never be able to define. 

No tearful good-bye's, no promises to be made, 
As I step into the arms of a destiny delayed, 
As the blackness surrounds me, 
I feel nothing, except for the promise of a life, that would no longer be.

Question, Heaven depended upon!

Once upon a time, I fell in love,

Her voice was like an angel's,

I placed her on a pedestal, high n above,

Ignored everything that was said about her, all labels.

I was a mere mortal full of imperfections,

Falling in love was a rare happiness for me,

Nothing could wean me off my affection and addiction,

But then life forced open my eyes and see.

My goddess was a stranger now, a different soul,

On the pedestal that I had placed her,

she had started to change, not in parts, but in whole,

And when I saw her again, all I saw was a blur.

A blur of the image that I had,

With a smile on her lovely lips,

She touched my cheek and her touch made me sad,

For the touch felt like the sting of a thousand whips.

She reached towards me and kissed me,

And ripped my heart into pieces,

For the kiss was one of hatred, that was plain to see,

Thus I waited for her judgement and the impending consequences.

She let go of me and walked away,

While I stood there and gazed at her,

Life was more cruel,now it seems, today,

It seems my own actions and affections were the saboteur.

Now at the end of my life,

I stand at the pearly gates and I am asked; Did I ever love someone?; Was I loyal?,

Tis the question to decide my afterlife,

And I laughed and said,Let me tell you the story of the betrayal.

Pain of nothingness!

You were there sharing my joys and lows,

but now all you give me are just painful blows,

I was happy to be with you anytime of the day,

Now i feel that I have lost my way.

You accuse me of all the unbearable pain I have inflicted,

of the way, your life , I have affected.

You shout at me on the smallest reasons,

and layering me with only admonitions!!

I try to be there for you and care for you,

but if I fail at any point, no matter how small, you just misconstrue.

I feel like I have no rights left, with you undermining me everywhere,

and in your foul mood, the rod,you never spare.

Just tell me, what do you want from me?

Do you love me or the version you want me to finally be?

Why is it that all your problems now seem to be a personal complaint?

Why is it that all i now feel is constraint?

Monday, you said you loved me,

Tuesday, with all my nonsense, you agree,

Wednesday, you remember the past and question me and argue,

Just because I didn't reply in a speedy manner to you!!

Thursday, you say sorry,

and I always tell you not to worry,

Friday, we catch a movie and all things are fine,

Later, we have some wine and a fine dine.

Saturday, we spend the day in each others arms,

Oblivious to nature and its charms,

Sunday, you blame me for crashing all your dreams and shout at me,

and insult everything that I hold dear about me.

Then, comes Monday... and the circle starts again.

Unknown to you, becoming a burden and pain!!!

Life, Today

Its getting harder to breathe...

Harder to see whats in front of my eyes,

harder to sift the truth from the lies,

to live the life that i wanted to lead.

there is nothing left inside,

my head swoons with a hangover of the past,

in my heart, the man I was to become, no longer resides,

its just an empty wasteland, dead and vast.

I see the people who I have killed,

their faces screaming in agony, when I sleep,

in the corners of my heart a new terror has filled,

and i see that one face that makes my soul weep.

The pain has become a constant companion,

anger is inside, compassion is missing,

the wasteland is its dominion,

I find myself on my knees, praying, nay wishing.

The smoke from the cigarettes swirling near my face,

the daily drinks I need to placate my soul,

anything to just shorten the night and ease my thoughts pace,

yet in the wasteland, the creatures laugh and howl.

They mock me and wait for me,

they know that I am going to join them soon,

Not a moment in the day are my thoughts ever free,

they circle, like vultures, flying over a dead man in the afternoon.

A lot of my life I regret,

sadness and a facade are my daily wear,

like a favorite horse who loses each bet,

silent, all the loving voices, I long to hear.

The Soul

Between Heaven and Hell,

Made in his own image,

Broken into half by an exploding shell,

and yet breaking free of this bondage.

Flying high above the anxieties that bogged,

A never before felt hope in my being,

Soaring high, neither coaxed or dogged,

a liberation, an exhilaration, no more abetting.

Faster than ever thought possible,

A peace, unlike ever felt before,

Every dream now achievable,

Every mystery and promised treasure, now reachable.

The days of I, a mortal man, over,

every impossible world, now available,

No more hurt to gnaw inside, no longer a griever,

Just my soul, roaring and undefeatable!

You and Me

I spend the days in the numbness of my work,

Your memory and voice, my anchor, my rock,

I just flow from one situation to another,

But you, my love, are my savior.

I love the way you laugh when we talk,

I love the way you hold my hands when we walk,

It seems like ages since we have met,

This distance is like a ever present threat.

But,

I hate you for the way you have made me fall in love with you,

I hate you for the way I miss the feeling when its just us two,

I hate you for the craving that you have created,

I hate you for the sole reason, that I can't hate you.

I love you... more than I have loved any other,

I love you... these words and feelings wont ever wither,

I love you... for the happiness and joy you have brought me,

I love you... for all the things over which we don't agree.

Memory in a barren wasteland

In this barren wasteland of my heart,
There seems to be no end and no start,
I walk in these lands with a wound that doesn't heal,
No one here to see my pain, my ordeal.

I walk past the crumbled ruins of my memories,
of times happier, untainted with anxieties,
No sign of a single living thing,
like the soul of a defeated king.

I search for you, but I try and fail to even recall your face,
Disgrace, the only memory, and the touch of your embrace,
But who are you?
Through these ruins, why do the winds whisper your memory through?

Far to the distant horizon, head my aching conscious feet,
As if to keep a promise , a vow made, discrete.
This journey is still not complete,
But I am going to find your name, find you, till then I will not fail, will not accept defeat.

The angel I have seen but never met

I saw a picture of you, yes I had,
Seeing it, made me confused, for I was happy and sad,
  Didn't know that angels walked amongst us,
And she would be such a beauty, I would never have been able to guess.

I look at your pic and see those eyes,
And i see the dreams and that yearning to soar the skies,
With your hair cascading down to your shoulders,
Girl, you are enough to drive any man bonkers.


I glance down to your neck and see the delicate collarbone,
It would make any man groan,
to the delicate lines leading gently to the swell of your bosom,
Lady, that look would hold even the pope's tongue to ransom.


Never knew someone could look so refined,
All vulnerability and strength combined,
Where have thou come from?
If a mortal like me looks at you, it creates a maelstrom.

Let me just hear your voice once,
Do not judge me from my appearance,
To your thoughts, My mind is now a slave,
  Don'tmisjudge me, I am not a knave.

Promise me you will grant me my wish,
I promise you, I would not disappoint; only astonish,
If this is an illusion then don't let it crumble around me,
Before that happens, I would rather have the fruits of the poisonous tree


These are the thoughts that come to me,
When That pic of yours i see,
I do not know you yet,
So dont be aghast due to my words, for we havent even met.