Infinious

When darkness prevails and desolation  ineffable,
All hope ceases to exist, and euphoria seems a distant dream.
Soul is torn asunder, and agony becomes laudable,
And the voice inside turns to a pandemonic scream.

The mind numbing toils, that germinates me insane,
As I discover, the hardships of the clamouring silence,
Menace of the Gods, and the verisitic feign,
Engulfed by rage, and the dead resilience.


I yearn for comfort, and I breathe to fight further.
And I stand there unbowed, waiting for the pain to subside.
The lust to quit, and the decisions that makes me mightier.
I am a warrior of a battle fought and lost inside.

A Genius

A synapse filled with thoughts.
With ideas but race and events.
A beautiful mind, where answers are sought,
Answers of never ending curiosity and rants.

Imagination reaching its peak in solitude,
Secluded from relations, and from altercations.
A smiling exterior in brain's servitude,
A genius that has no avarice but a need of a definition.

All those desires turns to strife,
All those dreams are sacrificed.
To find a meaningful answer of life.
But none of the questions are satisfied.

Suicidal melancholy penetrating a ratified thinking,
But life goes on, only to be mocked by the liking.

Meaningless

Belonging to a world sublime,
A world vacant of merriment, flooded by strife.
Tempted by avarice, deluded by time,
Annihilated by beings, seldom admiring their life.

What men are these Gods,
A deity that transforms into a nemesis?
Demolishing aesthetics, all these mortal Lords.
Coercing the weak, destroying things in pieces.

Amongst the infinite grief, who needs words to write?
Who detests others when they are what they despise!
A meaningless rhyme, a consciousness to fight,
In gregarious solitude, where no one is wise.

A poem more beautiful than a paper left blank,
An imagination fueled by intoxicating seclusion.
Dreaming of happiness, commanding a higher rank,
To laugh quietly through all the pain and reclusion.

A screaming soul, ignored till the end,
To embrace a delusion of love and acceptance.
Searching a cure of curiosity and love of land,
The Gods vouchsafe death to help men reminisce.

The Lost One

The thought endured, it then vanished…
The intellection of which, is though sonic…

Where is that memory, where’d it go?
…Did it vanish somewhere on the go?

I know, time never ceases for anyone…
But why I still remember someone?

That memory is lost somewhere..
I searched, but I can’t find it anywhere…

Why do two converge? If the akin love is meant to be lost…?
I never planned of making that move!

What is trust, What is distrust?
Is it time that turns out to hit the crust…

…To hit the crust.