POETRY
THE DARK SIDE OF ME - I
It was too late to find myself,
the cripple in the midst, the dark engulfed.
The eyes were blind, the light unseen,
to the roots were the weeds, heart unclean.
The scent, the touch, the feel, all seem fade,
for the rage beloved and the grave betrayed.
Leaves dried up and the sun were red,
the dawn was up but the dusk agreed.
-- NIKHIL V P
IF I DIE YOUNG?
The day I chose never came, I feared,
for petals loves cold that fears the snow.
I dance with breeze that draws the rotten scents,
the mind luring high for the freedom, astral.
I wish the last fire burn me to ashes,
wanting to live, but the life after.
Would you care or do you care, that matters,
if i live or die so young?
-- NIKHIL V P
NEVER DARED
The clouds gardened round my heart, the black husky air,
i die, i heard and penned, my guts drowned with glare.
She sang them down with the balloons bursting on fire,
I die! was the past I declared but never really dared.
-- NIKHIL V P
THE SIGN OF BLACK
the two faces, one seen and other the blind.
Wings I spread flapped behind my back,
for my pain! the one within emerged from the dark.
For the stars to shine, the sun let down,
things they said, i remembered.
the seen was dead, but blind did come,
for my pain! the one within emerged, still hum...
-- NIKHIL V P
THE ONE WITHIN
It wasn’t me, but the one within, narrowed path and the pain abided.
The only blaze, the moon, concealed behind the dark clouds of my past,
The silent tears, the loud screams dwelled within the bottled heart until last.
The trace steep, bends sharp, shadows followed by the back,
Moments so fast, the earth sped, I ran until I was stark.
Black set down, a new sun rise and I was all asleep
The new power, the one within, lay ahead and deep.
Dawn to dusk, bright to dark, hidden by the edge of the cage,
difference, not the real, the one within took over with the rage.
The pain, the suffer, it was all but dead,
Rain in the desert, came the one within, comforted and led.
-- NIKHIL V P
MY PARADISE
There I was, in the dense dark Heaven
Rotten flowers, driven accent of the skeletons degraded
Isolated, the dark clouds thundering deprived of rain
Sweat and drained, drought was all around.
The leaves shed with the spell bound winter
Waiting for the unknown diluted summer,
Dead! The leaves were; starved, chilled and froze
Unborn, undead lay the wishes so ahead.
Following the path did seem followed by the path
Awakens the unholy immortals with the dusk that may spark.
The smoke, diluted into the thick husky air,
Cried down into the earth with no one to hear.
-- NIKHIL V P
TALE UNTOLD
Later that day, I sat down as the last light of the sun glimpsed over me,
Storm came, the huge one spreading its wings to let me free.
The land under my feet cracked its way open to hell,
Past remembered, the world destroyed, there was still a story to tell.
Red hearts turned black, shadows left the side,
The ones held together left the sight, abide.
The beast alive, fear conspired, heart so broken I dared,
For the near sunshine, clouds were woken as feared.
-- NIKHIL V P
SERENITY
The dawn, the hug, the shivering body, the pain
My heart writes them down, the ink, may that be blue or red
The love, care, sacrifice and those waves that wiped our feet
Memories, those remembered and some not
My mother, the one within, my companion,
My heart writes them down, the ink, may that be blue or red
The love, care, sacrifice and those waves that wiped our feet
Memories, those remembered and some not
My mother, the one within, my companion,
All there resting in that peaceful house, dug some foots beneath
The flowers on top, some spread; the colors of white and rest-the love,
The touch, feel and sight, immortal,
I was there and always there she was.
The flowers on top, some spread; the colors of white and rest-the love,
The touch, feel and sight, immortal,
I was there and always there she was.
-- NIKHIL V P
THE UNKNOWN
It's hard to understand why things happen so rude,
just the cause or the one causing it?
God is a whisper who lives in our fear,
never seen one but felt the voice so clear.
It was once a pain, the love I desired,
mercy, I begged for in the darkest of despair.
The one un-believed, set the truth on fire,
that the life in-consistent, was just a liar.
-- NIKHIL V P
WELL WISHER
The face that lit fire in my heart stays alive,
Until and unless you be the dusk, I survive...
The prayers you shower still shines, does revive,
I loved you, I love you and always will love you, still that thrive...
-- NIKHIL V P
FORBIDDEN ME
Through the mist I'd walked,
holding the beast inside but not out.
The pain, the anger, all dwelled in my heart,
burning the one within, never had I shout!
I saw never myself, but the stranger, one within,
in the mirror of the sunken dreams and the forbidden lies.
Dare! I tried telling myself, over that self,
seeing all those days that'd passed, that flies!
-- NIKHIL V P
THE DISTANT OBLIVION
The darkness veiled over the glimpse of my memories,
As the girl I'd loved walked the distant oblivion.
Thirst and madness crowded; and the fox in me unveiled,
For the love I'd thrived walked the distant oblivion.
The death of the loved and the carcass that cried,
And she was the one who'd walked the distant oblivion.
-- NIKHIL VP
DIARY
Now when I walk in her old rotten shoes,
I started seeing the world through.
The path she led was all never seen;
but once I stepped in, the mists were clean.
The struggle she fought to say those words,
Now I fight to gulp that In.
I loved you the way that she loves me,
and now I see that you in me.
-- NIKHIL V P
mentors r the greatest gifts of god. thanks for the guidance.
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