Here He Comes

Death came to me
Silently standing over my lifeless body
No resent no pain
It's surreal relief I feel

Leaving the world of misery
Leaving my burnt aching body
Abused in million ways
Leaving memories and memoirs related

Finally a score settled
No more worries for other's mistakes
Care free I leave,
leaving a trail of emotions dead
Not to mention those blistering hurts
And close ones left me wounded

My broken wings
my broken heart
My broken hope
and No mends left for my soul

Am I still carrying
that pain from the past
Betrayed by the loved ones
One tiny mistake I made
I have to carry it to my grave.

Clearing my conscience
I know there's only one way
To end my excruciating agony
Negotiated with my own self
Some self talk and understandin'

Agreed with myself
To take my last step
Choice is made
A day I wait

Summon the mighty Death
To come in silence
embrace my injured soul
And bless me with final escape.

Pauses

Can you press pause on life

and set out and leave anytime

Not once not twice

but its been several times.

Something that goes in circle

has a habit of coming around

How hopelessly foolish am I 

expecting a different result every time.

It all started almost a decade back

and its all still the same

the excuses, the trivial reason of fights

The nothingness of empty promises 

Took all the wrong decisions 

Left my life behind 

Dove into the unknownness

Trusting something that doesn't exist

Who's fault is this 

Who's to blame 

Man acts as his nature predicts

Isn't that all it is.

You choose to pause our life 

Abandoned again

In stress and disease 

leaving chaos behind 

for me to deal with 

It's not a complaint

A late realization of patterns 

Jus that's it

I had given you the right

To treat me 

like I deserve this

Does your conscience say anything 

Choices you've made 

and accord broken 

Head held high you still walk like this

Nothing happened 

And all my feelings are bullshit 

Unfixable past 

and melancholy everywhere 

Endure in dismay

Or leave this crusade 

It's time to pause again 

Am clearing my head

Move forward, move on

And let my spirit escape 

Affliction of your pauses.

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Surviving Demons Within

Burn in the rage of vengeance

Let the crimson blood drench your soul

Call your darkest demons

And let 'em loose in the arms of night

Punish the one who deserve

Let the darkness take over

That’s your true purpose

Cleaning the mess of creators

Satisfy your lust of vanity

A self-righteous being standing tall

Riding alone in the long night

City on fire and dead everywhere

Laugh at the face of survivors

Let ‘em fear for their meaningless existence

Burn everyone to ashes

And let them suffer.

Now sun is coming out tearing the darkness

And river washing off all my anger

With Soft breeze in the morning

Breathing relief clearing my thoughts.

For a moment there I caught my reflection

Judging by my own rule, I utter to myself

“Serve every sole with what they deserve”

I paused with a stream of realization

"What do I deserve?"

Am I a monster

Or slaved to my own demons

What’s important,
What is the meaning of all these.

Was I clearing a mess

Or was leaving a chaos of ghastly dread

"What have I done?

What have I done?”

I kept repeating

Suddenly jumping straight

And was sitting on my bed

Waking up from the shudder nightmare

Filled with remorse

And cried for hours

Facing my reflection

I took an oath

Taking one day at a time

Fighting my own crimes

Demons will rest in every soul

Keeping mine in leash

is about my own restrain

Creator!! Let me survive myself

Help me battle my darkness 

Fighting each day

Let me burn in my own rage

But Help me!! Lord

For vengeance shall never take control

Last Hope in Apocalypse

Lost battle, Lost soldiers
Long journey walked in reverse
Whats ahead
A fear
A dread
So many emotions
Grave, anger and shame.

Captivated inhibition
Thoughts boxed in constraint
Fought with all we had
Fallen Captain lost in nothingness
And now we stand in numbness
Paralyzed by disbelief
And incapable of acceptance.

Call for that only mighty
"Have you fallen
Or in deep sleep?"
We cried, we sobbed,
We prayed with all our hearts
But no one listened,
Not even a single lighting stroke
It was all darkness in here
And beyond this broken world.

Stunned by the realities mischief,
As life played a ghastly joke,
What's next, we all wait now.
We will bleed but for how long?

On the face of this apocalypse
I want you to know this
I haven't lost hope yet
Oh! Mighty power
if you exist
I believe there will be Justice.

Who am suppose to be...

Standing here at the cross road
rethinking where I am
and where you have gone.

Looking at the future
mantled in darkness
and several undestine strolls

Who I am suppose to be
how I find myself
Can anyone help me
Is there a guideline

Look at the mirror
the person you see
do you recognize
who you're suppose to be.

Is it too late already
Is there a possibility
to figure it all out
and walk with certainty

I am figuring it out
Am trying to see
what is my calling
who am suppose to be

I can't make a choice
which way to go
stuck on this crossroad
waiting for what, I don't know.

Future is calling me
but am letting it ring
what am I doing
petrified of my own destiny

Is it too late already
Is there a possibility
to figure it all out
and walk with certainty

I am figuring it out
Am trying to see
what is my calling
who am suppose to be

When there is darkness
You still got to walk
make a choice for yourself
take the lead
choose the life
when you're alive.

But still chained with fear
unable to move an inch
I trying so badly
I have to decide

Figure it out
try to see
What is that calling
Who am suppose to be

Its not too late
there is a possibility
figure it out
to walk in certainty

To know my destiny
To find myself
And perceive
Who am suppose to be...

Relief

A piece I have been to trying to finish since long and finally done. A sense of relief after all. Thence the title.