God's Paradox

Story of an unknown being with little to loose; nothing to gain.
Traveling through various kingdoms; lying in vain
wars,scandals & betrayals have all driven him insane

He has tried for equilibrium but failed to his disdain
has traversed the world & witnessed technology's birth from human brain
has seen all emotions & interests that drives someone to drain
the wealth of beauty and intelligence on this mortal plane

He has been there & beyond many parallel domain
observed the vicious circle of power corrupts absolutely  but very hard to explain
as to why man leaves his fellow men stranded to go search for his personal gains
those who voiced against this were branded lunatics & inane
fading into the mists of time, forgotten time & again

He is wise but still fails to explain
what drives his ultimate creations to such atrocities to protect their own mane.

The Elusive Road...

Flummoxed was the shark,
for everyone but her could climb the trees.
Forgotten, she truly had, her ability to rule the seas.

Perplexed was the eagle,
'cos everyone but her could peck at fruits & flies.
Buried, she had, the reality, that she is the countess of these endless skies.

Riled was the lion,
for everyone but him could feed on grain.
Bygone, had the thought, that he was the overlord of this terrain.

Don't be disheartened,
if you can't toil amidst the dirt & mules.
For you my son, were prophesied to rule.

If the times are hard, persevere.
If the challenge is tough, persist.
For yours be this world & the one where legends exist.

The Doom-bringer (Revisited)

Feasting on the blood of my foes,
Heads on a pike put up for show.
Diabolical ; omen like a raven,
Spawn of hell in a form sinister than kraken
here to steal souls & corrupt safe haven
of spirits perished, crushed & overtaken
this ain't an empty threat so don't be mistaken
'cos the day of reckoning beckons when the juggernaut awakens

ripping everything to pieces & tearing all asunder
there's no retreat & no surrender
I am the punishment for your blunders
wrath of gods is but a tickle against this thunder.

Everyone falls against the sheer might
darkness spreads engulfing the light
no chance for a beacon to burn bright
resolve extinguished & cowardice surfaces to everyone's surprise

All Heroes have fallen making the last stand
but the vile monster stands unfazed
wiping blood of his hands
His vengeance complete
Successful in making courage obsolete
the reign begins, with fear as a favored weapon
No brood spawn from fate could challenge this malevolent demon.

Percieved Reality

Just a face in the crowd,
donning simplicity's shroud.
Don't be astound
in the metaphysical thereabout,
for the savant cautions that this might get loud
don't be bogged down, be proud
overcame the toughest to take a look around....



don't take this seriously,
just a random spill of a mind's meander.
sifting through the strands of whats seen
and whats hidden there under.

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.