Sardonic me, Sarcastic him!

Get out of the way kid
Can’t you see they’re dropping the bombs
Destroying the tombs
Here, bite this bullet and keep moving

Sarcastic him ran to death
I moved back and kept staring
With a gun, he killed and killed
And then I heard someone mourning

“Here you go, bite this bullet”
The words kept haunting me, daunting me
Sardonic me, sarcastic him
Sarcastic me, sardonic him

Agonistic me, holding my ground
Shaving my head, shaving my eyes
Shaving my tears, shaving my life
Sadistic me, Sardonic me

The lights died a silent death
The waters turned blue to red
Demising them, surviving sham
Flaunting me, grunting me

© rahul

June 30th, 2009

Image - Machinima (Might be subjected to copyright)

The everlasting dusk under the belt of moon

Swans dancing into the streets

Celebrating life, the life which thrive

Pieces of diamonds

Falling from the sky

In the wee hours, empty getting sky

The wind whirls, and swirls

Laughing little girls

Playing down the riverside

Exchanging words with unsaid forces

Called the silence of them children

One shall bid them farewell

One who works alone and never ceases to amaze

On the bay, who never rides the psyche?

Inside His secluded, spinning dreams

Of the everlasting dusk under the belt of the moon

-Rahul

22.06.2009

Psychedelic breakfast

Off the sun, I drink thy liquid
Facing him eye to eye
Off the sky, I eat thy cloud
Down the countryside while I drive

A surreal evening
A blur dream, hallucination
Dented by serenity of dark
Doomed by silence of bells

Un-ending roads of thoughts
Perpetual sagas of dew drops
Which rests unfettered in the realm of reality?
Thou hang on a new leaf
I’ll drink water of it

A feeling pervades to occupy
And entrust space of my mind
All I see is a dim of realism
Perceptions petrified by thy silence

I eat thy thoughts
To linger my hunger
Which never is satisfied?
By one, just one psychedelic breakfast

© rahul

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22.06.2009