A changed perspective

What is inside few care,

what is absent nobody knows,

and for those of you who do this is for you,

this is for you to know

sometimes you don’t speak

sometimes you are unable to

there are times when you really want to kill somebody

difference is but one,

you care for it when it begins

and I never cared till it was done.

The process humbly requested many things

and I gave everything I could,

but powerful ones this is what I perceive,

is what I got in return.

Now I don’t care about dreams,

I don’t fear outcomes,

relationships, I hate easy to make and hard to break.

Darkness I thought I love,

was the thing I feared the most

the series of recursive defeats and shadows of unknown,

are partially left, partially gone.

Now I love it,

now I know what it means

it gives me reason for being alone,

as darkness in my life

is partially left, partially gone.

searching

This morning full of mist
Leaves me confused
To enjoy it, or to be sad
Or to dance to the natures tune
still in my heart lonely as a dune

Searching places again and again
For the final point
Where all hardships end
Where in my final form I descend
Change my form to sand
Amongst all to make my stand

Or just to unite every grain
Maybe mist is a good omen
Start of a good day
But I need to find a place
Just warm enough
Where forever I’ll stay

romancing with blade

They accused me of killing someone
But it’s my thoughts which were killed
I was suffocated till the core
And pain galore

Criminated for evil doings
Which I have never done
Pressure inside rising and forced to tear the heart apart
They killed my innocent life
But they left my innocent eyes
Still they cry
They show enormous pain
When emotionless my face remains

I ease the pressure inside
Romancing with a blade
It help me regains the process
Vital to die
And it relieves my pain

What more pain can it give me?
Than already I’m in
I don’t know I will die romancing
Or I’m already dead

i cannot share the pain

Killing him was not so fine!
as He was a good frnd of mine
but I could not see him suffer
and killing him made me a bit tougher

I don’t like to share pain
And that’s how "killings" I explain
Many more I have to kill
Therefore living still
as Many are more still alive
who are Living a miserable life

One more reason on which killing is based
Is the blood’s taste
for it a life is worth to waste
They call me a killer But I cannot see the pain
After I cut his hand to taste the refreshing bloody rain
Therefore I killed him

Can you now feel the pain in your head?
By the time I will die you too will be dead
as your life too is in pain
Since you are my frnd I am killing you without any gain