The Barrens through the Heaven

In this world of vampires Through this fiery night I move through the caves Dark; and narrow: Confined, they've me; To avoid, perhaps My warm blood Escaping their throats. They do come out, Whenever The night Befalls And tell me To relax ! For I'm just One who knows Their secrets, and They wont kill me ! As they are not Cidial Maniacs; But what they are Is just a creature Who has the right To suck blood And live upon It; as we do Upon meating beasts. They dont only Suck my blood; But also Of my brothren And I'm celled, Aware, and Alone To sulk And wait to die; Whereas the free Kins of mine Are sucked And are in dark Of what they feed; And how They're fooled; As the night Rarely Passes.. Dated: 16 January,2008

A vagabond sings aloud His hands playing a harp; Though an unlettered guy He's aable to think so sharp. He talks of kingdoms grand Those presiding late civilizations; And of their perishes And the put-forth lessons. He has his good lore In it he does adore; The Gods that arose And miracles they bore. This music of the vagabond Ties a sort-of Bond Between the times present And his sung Stories; And makes us think to learn, From the past Grieves and Glories.. Dated November 8, 2007

When you just walked Out on me, I was shattered.. Crumbling, Sulking, Thinking how to go about; Yeah, I was shattered.. I looked at you, Silently; Followed you And cried, Violently.. Ahaa, What a fool i was.. Cherishing the fringed Avenue.. Thought; I would rebuild it. A spark did arrive, Out of blue.. Just bursting The clouds of gloom.. And lo, I found.. Nothing was damaged, I was sane and sound.. And yeah, I do now Feel so good.. And you gotta live With that ugly face.. With that smug look.. Dated 20 January,2011

Canopy, Standing still: The backwaters. Gushes of black water, Foaming white; Neutralizes against Ancient lithos.. Crimson sky, Behind a scar; Civilization- They name it!! dated: 13 February,2011

Somewhere Primate: Fortifying walls around; Exit, Only downwards. Silence.. Chirping of birds, Eagles Hover.. Backwaters Of a silent stream; Probably last night was cold: No glacial meltdown.. Piscean flock Swimming happily; Even a sand dropped, Disturbs them.. Lost in hububs of Culture; Peace: Ignorant I stand.. dated: 13 February, 2011