Like froth from a dead man’s mouth — Sometimes, feelings so gross emerge, Though my prayers are deep, Is goodness asleep? Hatred and anger, As dark as hell’s tryst! Disgust and abusiveness, Like the deep dark abyss! The more I wish to untangle, The more I engage, In thoughts so insane, brazen and mundane. I cry out to the devil, To set me loose, From the darkness that envelopes, So naked and black, it could kill.

Constantly calls for gourmet — It’s hungry tummy, acidic red, Calls for gourmet, young and old. Forever burning, hot and furious, Longing for meat so tender and delicious. The bones that can’t digest, choose to stay, The rest turn to ashes, silver and grey, That humans collect in pots to mourn and pray. Some get plated early in life, Some just live, their karma to pay, But all for sure on the cremation platter do lay, Finally, biding adieu to life’s joy and strife.

We are all part of THE BLACK VEIL — I resonate with them all, The tears, the pain and life’s penance. The Black Veil has me believing I ain’t alone, In this camouflaged world, hearing cries and wails, Submerging in deep seas, with no sails. Why do we suffer much, what karma, what seeds we’ve sown? What’s gone, yet haunting…

Enveloped in darkness — Waiting and longing for distress-free days, Is that just a myth? All through the tunnel of life, I see tiny pockets of light, But large spaces of just sheer dark gloom! Hatred, hunger, poverty and slander, Sleepless night, haunting dreams, bitterness and grime. Enveloped in stress, chunky ropes calling, Deep seas signalling, fire raging, But the weakness of my gall forbids self-killing!

And the dark abyss — One of the ugliest emotions, ANGER leads you nowhere. It messes with your intellect, Acts like a black-out curtain, Restricting the light from entering your senses. ANGER damages your soul, Defeats your purpose, Leads you to nothingness, Lonely, maimed and shunned. Do not let the dark emotion overpower you, Stay in the light, destroy the darkness before it envelopes you. Fight the devil and let the dead not prevail. The dead know destruction, bitterness and negativity.

And welcome the new — Oh! Here he comes…You wicked God, You took him young! All bright and smart, songs unsung. There’s another, old as wine, yet raging to go, What for? Merely, others to outshine? But destiny calls; waits for none, Beckoning them, come on, join the fun, In darkness and grime, where ‘soulless’ ones, Dance around…

Do Your job. will You — The cuckoo-like death song, Keeps ringing in my ears, The nearer I go, the further it sounds, The sweet music, makes me gasp, Oh, my last breath, how for You I long! A rudderless life, with dependencies more, A hindrance, burden; with only tears to shed. Old age is just a number, some idiots say, But with it comes baggage, pain and grief, making life a bloody sore. The mind grows feeble, bones crush under weight. No one cares, except the moaning body and soul. Oh, now, my shiniest STAR, dear sweet DEATH, Gather me in Your arms and drop me where, yet no one cares.

The Silenced Truth — The mighty mansion, with ugly stones, stood witness, To the muffled gunshots, wild and gore, Yet, the gold-buttoned suits and deep cleavages camouflaged with tresses, Lay like smooth silk over wide-eyed greed, asking for more. The carcasses watch the goings-on, eyes shut tight. Sunk under the dark earth, in truth’s bright…

Fallen Star — The black earth, mixed with grime, Stuck to my flimsy slippers like glue. I shook my legs hard to clear the dirt, But it clung on like a friend so true! I trudged on, with the heavily laden weight, Black thoughts filled my mind, as tar on my feet. Desperate to reach…