Cluelessly i blankly glared at the snow white writing pad
  As my hand scribbled furiously
Back and forth my fingers moved the pen as it mercilessly tainted the paper
Ideas somersaulted in my skull
My time was limitless
As my pen tried to define my destiny
The scribbling noise was enough evidence that the two were glued in a mutual conversation
Ohhh what do i say
The pen spoke as it continued to *** the blue fluid
You are more than a mystery
The now colored paper replied
Neither could i explain nor understand
As ideas frothed from my recess deep in the core of my brain
Where creativity nested waiting for right moment to erupt like an active volcano
It takes more than thinking it needs focusing the climaxing pen breathed out
Am making a poet am creating a voice of reason
By jumbling alphabets and sometimes drawing blanks
I make words play on top of you
I smiled as it dawned to me i had an arsenal to fight this word war
Pen as my spear and the book my shield
With both i am a knight
A literature warrior
Who can unite intellectuals
And create a kingdom of creativity
Poetry is born

Wallontly i glared toward the heavens
Seeking homage with the deities less registered in my recess
Sanity compromised my doubtfulness
As the blue sky and the grinning yellow occulus obscured my quest
"You can't see god"they warned my sight deprived eyes
Discernible kaleidoscopic star performed a victory dance in my cornea
I squinted in surrender

Choreographing my eidetic
Memory wikipidia
I vividly recall being
cautioned about mentioning the name of the gods in vain
Yet here i was
Calling my lungs out
Coughing and spitting profanities
Just trying to catch their attention
I searched with futility for heaven,paradise or even olympus
Whichever residence the gods laughed at my pitiful threats

I called my voice hoarse cursed the moon and swore never to think about the gods
Yet as i lay my tattered flame at night i wondered
Could they have heard me but decided to play hide and seek
Could they have seen me but decided to spare my pathetic human soul
So in dream land is drowned and i dreamt death....

Promise broken
All hearts left down trodden
There you lay
Beside the pathway
Wind blew as dirt decorated your place
Final destination
Last bed
Eternal sleep
Deep
Unbreakable coma
Sirens
Silence
Lies upon which
Your soul lies
Wails
Cries
Whiles
Your bone dries
No more goodbyes
Upon tons of grain
Your sanity drains
Worms devour your brains
far of spattering showers rains
Final rest
Heading to a crest
No heave upon your breast
condemned under arrest
No longer seeing this forest
Dead
Signless road ahead
No breakfast nor bread
No more sacrifices to be made
Destination paradise or hade
Dry
Tear glands from cry
Graveyard sitting by
Reminiscing lullaby
Wishing for happiness to buy
Fears
Final tears
Burden they bears
Overturned life gears
Toasting nights with beers
Thee well
since you fell
Wishes all well
No much to dwell
All is a farewell
Peace
Dirt and stone pieces
Pain that pierces
Truth that ******
Clues that misses
Seeing you packed
Full of sand stacked
Your grave marked
Return if possible

I am lying there in the shade
if you are watching me dont be sad it means my soul is finally dead
waiting to be heaped with tonnes of sand
driven underground it cries to speak with the world
from deep within the earth it wishes to share a word
i will be exiled in this gloomy cavern
where sinners wallows in the lagoon of misery
hell reflects no star
this will be my paradise
from where i shall rise
a perfect womb for a fragile heretic
am in dante's inferno
soon the world will know what i left behind
and yet even here i sense the footfall of my demons
who pursues my soul to river styx
willing to stop to nothing if i thwart my voyage
forgive them for they not know what they do
a time is coming when ignorance will nolonger be a forgivable offence
a moment when angels and demons will crash over wisdom to absolve
with purity conscience my soul will be bequeathed a gift of hope in abyss
of salvation of tomorrow
yet those who hunt me will not perish
for there is justice in hades
terrified i have glimpsed death
i am not a fallen angel
But i am your doom
am the beginning of your end

when words ran out in my mind
i had no job but just mind my business
for once my brain was free from the busyness thinking
i didnt know my talent was sinking
but i spent my entire time thinking
trying to be creative and atleast revive my passion
but days passed on
i didn't write

from left to right
fellow poets frowned with hunger
but all they got was the wrath of my anger
words had drained
i was about to be ruined
i could nolonger write
words were playind hide and seek

after long spell of silence i decided to seek
for help in books and art
to they father at heaven i prayed
give me back words
bring back poetry

  (dedication to all poets and poetry lovers )
[return of the poet]