Inner Radiance

Look at the world

Through the eyes of

My innocence;

You will observe

Nothing but alienation

Of souls-- cherished souls--

From the want to be strong.

Look at the world

Through the eyes of

My care;

You will observe

Only fear

Of trading destiny

For fortune

(Always confusing the two

To be same).

Look at the world

Through the eyes of

My hardwork;

And you will never see much.

Look at the world
Through the eyes of

My solitude;

You will observe

Undying, uncontrolled pace,

To reach the peak

Of ultimate greatness and success

(Not knowing which path

Really leads to them).

Look at the world

For yourself,

Realize the importance

Of sincerity,

Unleash the brilliance

You were born with,

And cherish then

The beauty your soul feels.

-Me

Persistence of Vision

Its been a while,
Since the mist of
Last night's suffering
Has been of any significance.
The air is moist and cool-
Not cold
-And the light is dim
And faint, with
Its origin unfathomable.

Not wrapped in the finest wool
This world can produce,
But in common cotton,
The surrounding coolness
Seems threatening.
There is a road, though,
Leading to many lands,
Some reached, some unreached,
And some thought to be unreachable.
To embark on a journey
To an unknown destination,
Is always thought to be foolish.

The dangers are feared,
The rewards are overlooked,
Thus the strength to set out,
Subdued.
Only those
Of unhindered determination
And, a mad love
For all things feared,
Yet revered,
Appreciate the beauty-
As comparative as it might be
-In breaking selfish bonds,
Yet maintaining
Their responsibilities.

"Let us look down
Upon composure and self-control."
Others explain.
"Let us look down
Upon your narrow-mindedness."
They reply.
Do not ask them
The meaning of loneliness,
For they laugh at it,
Though they live in it.
They live shunned.
By groups of small-thinking
Pessimists,
Who strangely
Are allowed to influence,
Other vulnerable minds.

Individual intelligence,
Has taken a back seat
(Has been given one, rather).
Only now will the arguement,
Shift in favour of the likes of
Galileo, Newton, DaVinci,
Among others,
But only a few
Will get up
With firm resolve,
To follow their example.
And thus will win,
The persistence
Of their inner vision.

-Me

The Other Side of Me

A dark alley,
With puddles of blood scattered.
A neon green light flickering,
And utter silence.
Yes, it is a dull, gloomy picture;
A picture most would stay away from.
But not I.
I live, grow, mature here.
I devour gloom.
I find solace in loneliness.
I make sure I die,
So that another life can live.
And in giving, I receive.
I know pain,
I know suffering,
I know what it feels,
To have no feelings at all.
I strive, to live through it all.
I stand, on my own,
Learning from the past.

There is good.
I refuse to believe there is not.
I will not bow,
To any insult or humiliation
Done to my sacrifices;
For I sacrifice for those
Who are worth.
I don't belong to the clouds,
Nor to the heavens above,
But to mere soil,
That too, deep within.
Nothing can change that,
No amount of pain or suffering, and
No amount of disappointment.

I was made to feel,
And feel I will,
For the countless hearts
That beat for joy,
For tears galore,
Wasted every second
By undeserving idiots,
For millions of smiles,
Lost in emptiness.

I refuse to be let down,
By someone else's mistakes.
Enough of ruining lives.
Now, I will make a worthy one,
That deserves, not pain,
No hardships nor sacrifices,
But love, happiness, joy,
And independence.

-Me

Simple Nonsense

Looking up at the sky,
Then looking back down at the ground.
My heart pumping fast,
Beating hard against my ribs.
I breathe, no, pant furiously,
I have been running.
For a really long time now.
Away from it all,
Chasing nothing,
Just running.
My muscles cramp,
They pain and complain,
And I run.
My eyes drenched in haze,
My clothes covered in sweat,
And I run.
I watch expectations fly by,
I can see myself change.
A cool breeze dampens my pace,
I loose my concentration.
My mind trails back to
Times of courage and confidence.
Days of belief and hope,
Summers of joy and laughter.
Then....I heave.
Air rushes back into me.
Adrenaline pumps again,
And I run.
Tired of being chased by
Nightmares created out of insecurities,
I turn around. And stop.
I see the blackness I fear.
I sense the chill.
I watch it engulf, then,
Destroy happiness and beauty.
The cool breeze still blows.
It blows my fatigue away.
I embrace the approaching black mist,
I walk through it.
I see nothing but darkness,
And hear only my own heart beating.
I feel only the warmth I spread.
I relax.
I take my time.
I get to know myself better.
Then...I, like the breeze,
As if wings have sprouted from my back,
Put all my might,
Into blowing the dark mist away.
Gaining ground with every flap...

Now, days ahead,
I overlook my abode,
From a height I never reached before,
My wings rest by my side.

-Me

Defined Randomness

Imagination runs freely,
And I wish I could stop it...
...Too freely for comfort;
Right from tulips in the meadows,
To the drowning girl in the sea.
And then...
A complete reversal of thoughts,
To the night,
And its radiant moon,
Bringing back old memories...
Some good, but mostly sad.
And then flashes confusion,
In one of its myriad forms,
Leaving a dazed state of mind.

My spine is cold,
My heart is numb,
My throat is dry,
My eyes, lost in thought,
In a field of emotions,
Ranging from hatred,
To regret, to anger, to pure mirth.
I cannot settle,
I will not settle.
And why should I?
I was not responsible,
For the endless pain you suffer,
I have not caused,
The trouble you face.
I am to be a friend in need,
Only if you let me,
For I am not the root,
Of all your insecurities.
My thoughts run wild,
For they can't be penned anymore.
My ideas go berserk,
Every time I invent one.
A sorrow, so deep,
That happiness seems miles away.
Why should I suffer,
When you get hurt?
Why should I cry,
To ease you of your pain?
Cruelty here, lies,
Only in your perception.
The world is good,
It always was.
Unlock yourself to see,
The bright future that awaits,
Unfurl your wings and fly...
To destinations never seen.
Reach out with your mind's eye,
And touch his heart,
Whose you could never win.

-Me

Life

It all started with a cry
So loud, monuments shook and trembled.
Progress was made slowly
Towards the ladder of success.
Men came and men went,
The ladder was the only seen path,
Highlighted beyond its worth of glory,
Magnified in its importance.

Then one fine late winter's morning,
Began the steep climb,
Like everyone else,
but with an ambitious knack.

Many a times the step,
Seemed farther than possible to reach.
Sometimes so rusted, almost infectious...
But the ladder never stopped,
Nor did the formidable climb.
With every challenge,
Came renewed vigour and zeal,
To conquer the unbeatable,
To stabilize the spontaneous,
To curb the uncontrollable.

Time never stopped,
Nor will it ever for anyone.
What is gone is gone.
Sensibility demands it to be treated,
As a lesson learnt,
An experience gained.
Chances are a part of life,
Partly the reason for our very existence.
Words may never be literal,
But two-faced,
As so many of us behave,
At so many instances in our lives.

Promises were never meant to be broken,
Nor were hearts that beat so faithfully.
There is so much more to learn,
So much knowledge to gain,
So many experiences to share.

Why let frustration,
Spoil the already spoilt?
One reason for pessimism,
Maybe the want to seek vengeance,
For all the wrongs done in the past,
That no one deserved to suffer from.

Why do others then,
Deserve the same fate,
That uncaring wants brought you?
Why is the sense of responsibility,
Burnt to ashes by the desire
To "teach" a lesson,
To someone who wasn't even involved,
With the mishap your life went through?

Goodness will always be taken for granted,
And good people will always perish,
Such is the order of things.
But, if orders were not to be followed,
Why special exception to this?
Experience was never meant
To lower your espectations of yourself.
It was merely meant to guide you,
And make you a master of all trades.

When a lesson is learnt,
A value is added to
The ones already with you.
Wisdom demands a zealous approach
To what unexected lies ahead,
Smartness offers a helping hand
To imbibe all worthy thoughts
That may escape a negative outlook,
Bringing calm to the mind,
Cheer to the soul,
And fulfilling a life,
That seemed so unnecessary...

-Me

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To,

A Shadow, lost in the mist of misunderstanding,

Here's a way out...are you willing to take it???

From,

A vampire, who meant something once upon a time.

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