Pursuit

I want to be,
The one who has walked to the edge of reason,
seen & experienced the nuances of trust & treason.
an unperturbed mountain braving the seasons,
the one to have walked with kings & peasants,

I want to,
Experience absolute power, still be incorruptible,
be an enigma but be explainable,
be impossible to challenge & yet scalable,
be omniscient but remain intangible,
be unique & yet sociable
be a portrayal of brevity but palpable,

I want to,
touch the extremes, still keep sane,
achieve everything & yet be vain
be adroit, still be plain,
be a mortal & yet capable enough to transcend this plane
an advocate of nihilism but perceived moderate,
be the finality of destination & the fun of promenade

I know the road is arduous & the mountain tall
I will not embrace slumber rather, fight & fall
I would like to achieve this for once, for all
Neither be cowed by failures nor think small

I hope,
to have enough time to achieve this feat
find my tempo & my beat
be able to carry on even with bloody body & feet
be able to see through cunning & deceit

I am in pursuit of these lofty goals
the process of forging Diamonds from Coal
Conjure, the very essence of my soul
This longing for actualization to become whole

Here.... I rest my pen for a brief succor.

The Dilemma

Blessed are the blind to not see this apathy

blessed are the deaf to not hear it

but none blessed among us, to not feel it

The self righteous rapacious power

hidden behind benign facades

busy with mindless resplendent plunder

of the downtrodden for decades

Those surviving in penury and in deep fear

is this the burden for Ram, Allah and Christ to bear

Propagating the quixotic view of fraternity and global brotherhood

dismissed by those in power as a utopian falsehood

Standing on a mound of countless dead and prepared for further carnage

of Trust, beauty, coexistence, reason and Tolerance

left with nothing but a false pledge.

Torn by this dilemma should we try and reason or sit in torpor

should  we fight for principle or fill ourselves with rancor

cursed to be in an age that belittles Sympathy

born out of inaction and feigned Empathy

Should we steady ourselves and start from what is little and late,

to rebuild our world with a clean slate.

Or yet again embrace Otiosity and curse the fate.

The Mercenary

He dances to his beat,
marches on his hymn.
Hired by others for war
but works not on their whim.
On the field of battle he is,
a figure of grace and deathly poise
he wades through hordes
without a glimmer or noise.
Those unlucky to cross his path
know of his relentless wrath

His blade is no judgment of righteousness
nor the fangs of viciousness
he favor neither good nor evil
fights on both the sides of God & Devil
An Embodiment of war and Nemesis
the one who fuels the cogs of Ragnarök and Genesis
Fighting for neither pride nor wealth
nor honor nor valor nor vengeance
Just for some deep rooted Sadistic pleasure
from the putrid smell of rotten flesh and decadence

Legend talks of a fabled Apothecary
who'll alleviate the world of its misery
Rebellion grows with each passing hour
and hopes it to be The mercenary
They know his skill and his peerless strength
they silently chant his name at length

Hoping that he's the key that triggers the avalanche

that ultimately delivers their fitting revanche.

The Voyager

It takes immense courage to see the horizon when others only notice the sea

To be labelled an eccentric madman who marches ahead through constant failures when others give up & flee.

Such a man has no qualms about his desolation,

rather than a small plea

He can move on alone until comes the times of glee

'cause happiness amplifies when shared

sorrow when shared recedes

He is playing leader

when others are content following the lead.

He brands no one as coward

incapable of walking with him in times of dismay

For the light guides only him & shows him its glorious display

of a range of colors so vivid

that changes him day after day

He sees different colors in everything

while others only see shades of gray.

his moves are instinctive and involve a risky play

the risks taken are not illogical for he's ever-ready to pay

the consequences which he knows are his lessons to complete

to be a man of possibilities endless, for whom average is being obsolete.

Come his final hour, 

he knows he would be at ease

for the path he took was risky but made him infinite and released

his ultimate destiny was riddled with setbacks,

had he quit,

he was damned for mediocrity

but he soldiered on,

and was rewarded immortality.

The Dream

As the dawn approaches
with glimpses of first light
Many have fallen in this reckless display of might
conditions have worsened further increasing the plight
the battle rages on
deep into the next night
Equally matched but the loses are heavy
The men are battered, bruised, exhausted
but have their weapons drawn and ready
The blood and gore is unending
the thirst for power 
and complete dominion is character bending
the mist of blood is fresh 
and the stench is heart rending
what is the message these egotistical leaders are sending

With the arrival of dawn
shall a hero arise
with a mix of talent, courage
and an element of surprise.
would rid this world of
its dreadful malaise
making it stable to embrace the beautiful sunrise
his actions are a testament
of truth and purity
he would banish evil and remove obscurity 
an ultimate symbol of
love, benevolence and authority
he has got the Midas touch to go with his ingenious alacrity

War is over
finally peace can bloom 
life has come full circle
with the fabric wiped of gloom.

Iniquity

When courage falters, fear takes control
your demons are haunting you and u are unsure
Do you make a last stand and take the fall
or you cave in and let the demons possess your inner hall
Are choices always this tough 
When you cant identify truth from bluff
Your values are all you have staring into obscurity
When you are out in the wild away from security

Is madness really that similar to gravity 
That a mere push is needed to stumble into insanity
What choices you make decide your judgment
your sins and deeds would require special predicament
The future is unsure about whats in store
would you be forgiven and taken in by clearing the score
or would you fill the ranks of the devil and become his instrument of gore
the game is set and the aces are in the hole
with the devil smirking ready to devour your soul

The corruption would be complete and the torture eternal
With a soul shredded to million pieces you would an undead infernal
serving the overlord with unshakable trust as his most trusted minion
as a champion of the realm and warlord of oblivion.

The Doom-Bringer

I drink the blood out of every foe,

Cut their heads out and put them up for show,
Dangerous, Diabolical and a bad omen like a raven,
Cower in fear and run for your life..
Your impending doom is here in the form more evil than the Kraken
I am here to steal your soul and corrupt your safe Haven
Your soul would perish and spirit would be taken,
If you feel this an empty threat then you are mistaken

Because the day would be soon on you when this juggernaut wakes from his slumber,
Would rip everyone to pieces and tear everything asunder
There would be no mercy and no surrender
Because you will be punished for all your Blunder(s)
The Wrath of the Gods would feel like a tickle in face of this unstoppable thunder,

Everyone would fall against his sheer might
Darkness would be everywhere engulfing the light
No chance would be there for a beacon to burn bright
Because courage and resolve would falter and cowardice would surface to everyone's surprise
Eternal night would be there to deny beautiful sunrise,

Because all the heroes have fallen in making a last stand
But the vile monster is still there smirking, wiping off blood from his hands.
In this final hour his vengeance is complete,
he was successful in making courage obsolete.
His time has finally come, now fear would be his ultimate weapon,
The fate of hand would not spawn any brood to get mercilessly terminated at the hands of this malevolent demon.