Haww! Incest.

By The Light of Candle

So talk about rest and that I should be still
My strength invested in a void I can’t fill
Drowning in sheets, suffocating in time
So you can monitor my dark state of mind

I can feel you near me, so close I am scared
The idea of a cure has me so unprepared
For my view of our love is a cynical mess
My skin screaming with every caress
While I know you care, I am numb throughout
And occasionally I have my doubts

So ask me why I feel enslaved
You’re beautiful, my ball and chain
It is with you, I have fallen sick
The blood is sweet, yet very thick
So tell me to sleep as you dance the night
As I lie alone by candle light

See guys I know it’s a sensitive topic………….I care more about it as I have a friend say “Jack”who has been now in an incestuous relationship with her sister for 2 years now and both of them fear for their lives to an extent that they tried to poison themselves to save the shame.
Not everyone is royal as Jaime and Cersei to fuck in open and not care about it (Remember S7 ). But before you throw stones on them please remember , love is no crime and they like all of us have equal right to express it.
She has reached a point of emotional breakdown and now it’s tough for me to see that.So Guy’s on a serious note please leave them alone.
On a lighter note,………………………………………………….

Hawk Roosting

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!
The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth’s face upward for my inspection.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly –
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads –

The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.



Truly One!

Escaping My Fate


Grounded and stuck, deep into the ruinous mines

Created by the memory of my past haunting me in the dark

There was not a way to escape my deadly sins

As the death approached me to drag me to the gates of the hell


I shouted and cried for the help which seemed afar

As, not a soul stood with me as a light in the dark

And as I walked through the haunted paths of my memory

I, glimpsed on every note and it seemed like my obituary


Heaven, declined me and the inferno was ready to feast

On, the sheep that followed the devil eyeing on the riches which he seeks

And, now I realised the truth as it dropped its veil

That not, even the God would save my soul as he should


So, I picked up learning instead of yearning for all the time that was left.

Read, every book and paper I could find on occult and spells

Taught myself rituals, curses and the art to conjure the dead

As now for me the holy book and the almighty was extinct



So, now this petty dabbler rose to be the master of the dark arts

Dreaming, to send the death back to the place where it belonged

But the efforts of mine were in futile and in vain

As the death was too able and me too impotent to alter my doomed fate.





Truth On-Board!

Neither Too Far Nor Too Deep


Along the lines of the straighter, darker trees in the wood

I walked along in the search for a reason

The reason for why I had a heavy heart and numb legs

Through which I could barely hold my trembling steps


Feeling, like I am in the 11th hour of my life

But the calendar disagreed as the clock chimed

Showing me that it’s still the spring in my life

And I find this paradox hard to believe in my sight


“Neither too far, nor too deep” warned the strings of the broken heart

There is no return, from the quicksand of memories of joy

And tears, which I shred all my life

Whether in the happiest moments or in the deepest regrets


So, now the dilemma clouds my mind

Whether to leave the cracks open or mend it

With the tools of my fragile faith and waivered consciousness

Only to see the structure turn into rubbles again.



Confession Time!

Apologies for the Past


As I sat down leaning on the white wall

In, the gallery floored with the wood of oak

I could still hear the footsteps of her dancing, with this nice old bloke

Drenched in the wine of the mystical love or was it the hidden infernal bane.


Staring at the dusk as the yellow turned tangerine

I was struck by the insight of my lost sense of esteem

And, I sipped my whisky a little this time

As I had apologies for the man that I have been in the past


I bear the guilt, holding my life so low

To be tramped over by the thoughts of misery and woe

And let that Scottish lass assay my pristine love

Which knew no limits as it wasn’t destined to know so


I beg for the forgiveness of my manly pride

Which roared like a lion in the jungle of life

But, I reduced it to a mere bleat of the shivering goat for slaughter

Just to keep my love in my sight.


After reading you must have various types of thoughts. Share with me in comments!


Soulful Thought..

Abandoned Consciousness


It’s the darkest hour as the doomsday clock nears 12

The, world is dipped in the dark tar of devil

And torn between the tug of war between heaven and hell

As both pull to drift the humanity towards themselves


Seeing the plight of a women raped and her respect bleed

In the open daylight as the society never seems to exist

And, the world rips apart her pride and honour

Plagued with a mindset of subjugation and false order


Possessing the food for thought as the preach their greatness

But, never they had a thought for food for the abandoned

For, the poor rotting in the dungeons of hunger and death

Choose, a quick snap over the prolonged trauma of the other


The vultures of the evil feed these stinking souls

Which humanity has abandoned ago

And all that remains is the sack of meat

With no thoughts of their sinful deeds.


Poor Old Sod!



It’s the summer of my life, and the petals bloomed vivid and radiant

Animated was the world, and the dears galloped near the clear stream

The sunshine illuminated the path I treaded on

And the smile spread across my face as my life shined.


Now, the cold zephyr blew across my face

And the leaves fell down, and the twilight set a bit too early

The radiance of my life, felt like it was eroding away

As, now I stood in a park, waving my childhood that day.


And now, the breeze turned into a storm

Bringing in hail and snow, it seemed I had lost hope

My vivid image of blunt innocence faded away

As now, the winter of life had set through.


Desperate and distraught as my life phased ahead

I became conscious of the preaching of God

That life is a cycle with spokes of old and new

And, the wheel turns eternally, with no relief for you old sod.




So, I made peace with the wailing kid and bear my heart for the truth somewhere inside

As, now the storm in me has calmed because I grew up and became wise

Nothing is permanent and immortal in this realm of illusionary truth

As the grey veil of death was actually the source of the rebirth in a new form.

As the transition of season from warm summer to chilling winters takes place, our life also shows transition from sunshine to damped.



Heat Up!

The Night Of Summer

Sitting on the sand and glaring on the sun
As, it turned from its youthful yellow to age old crimson
And, its fury turning to calmness and love
I felt cold beneath, somewhere deep inside this heart.

I, pinched myself again
To see, if still feels
The numbing voices of the sacks of meat
And, the rushing monster of steel.

My heart, sunk itself in the ocean
To find the pearl of truth
And, to perceive the hidden secrets of almighty
Hence, discovering the age old truth.

As, the sun kissed the ocean
And, the light for one last time of the day, I still wonder
“Is it better to be a preacher, and dictate the fragmented and fragile lie
Or, be a monk, and walk on the way of truth which I designed.

Continue reading “Heat Up!”

The Pluviophile Soul



Tell Me O’ Rain

Is it the lust of the heaven
Or the thirst of the earth
Why do you fall O’ rain!

Is it man kneeled to see you fall
On a parched land where the sun struck hard
Or, is it my lover’s dry lips, twisted in love.

You fall to moist
Do you fall,
Just to tease my heart

With broken strings and a lost bow
Like a violin ripped apart
What is your purpose O’ dear!

To fall and to watch me burn
Or to heal me through casting me in flames
Of love, agony and pain,

Tell Me O’ Rain.


Rain is just like something that revives and beautifies our soul as well as our mind. I think nature knows correctly how to kindle up the soul with the use of darkness.

Au Revoir!