A Fight For Life - Part 1

Way too slow,
Sometimes, too fast, too low,
She sways her hair across the face,
A glance, a daze,

Blind eyes meant for deception,
Working efficiently and unquestioned,
Unparalled reception,
Deficit in life, unmentioned,

Simply drags the rope called life,
Rags herself to strife,
Carries the burden of her world,
On her fragile shoulders, unfurled,

Destiny smiles, but is wicked,
Sarcasm is her daily bread,
Hears all the laughter in her head,
Like tolling bells, throbbing till she's dead,

A child of two, now tags on,
All her life she has been a pawn,
Her hand over her head, she has withdrawn,
And by dawn, her child and she will be gone,

All the male, in her life came like a gale,
She couldn't resist, and brought the hammer to the nail,
Now, all dead, and free, she has set sail,
Clinging to her dear child, an ail,

Someday, life on her and child will smile,
Hope, an instinct, vile,
Victory, she can see, will be hers, not revile,
And for that, with quick steps, she has to walk that mile.

Down The Memory Lane

A walk down the meandering road,
Of thoughts and nostalgia in the air,
Steps taken, forwards and back,
Seem forever and ever and eternity,

Soul searching,
Voice reaching.
Heart burning,
Mind screeching,

A dust, speck like in this life,
Creates ripples across the mind,
All the memory cuts like knife,
As it starts to settle down slowly, to unwind

Incomplete

Still sleeping in the wake of a cerulean dream,
All her world is yellow and cream,
The ghoulish nightmare makes a scream,
In the abyss of an endless seam

To Continue...

The Road Taken

Sunshine through misty gray haze,
Where mockery & jeer gaze,
The winding roads of torment, a maze,
On this mountain of pasqueflowers I laze,

One solitary soul afraid to show its face,
Walks far & wide without a trace,
A time, a thought & a race,
Garroted to destiny by a pink satin lace.

Sins?

All the belief is pride,
And I wonder,
Yet is a farce,

All the ego is envy,
And I wonder,
Yet is so human,

All the hunger is gluttony,
And I wonder,
Yet is of stomach,

All the love is lust,
And I wonder,
Yet is a chemistry,

All the hate is anger,
And I wonder,
Yet is pain,

All the gluttony is greed,
And I wonder,
Yet is a need,

All the ease is sloth,
And I wonder,
Yet is sluggish

So important is...it seems life is,
And I wonder,
Yet is so trivial,

Grave Call

As life blooms in this place extraordinaire'
It brings joy to this barren land,
Everything's well until the final bell,
It's time for the living to be called once lived and buried in sand.

It's time when I grip the surroundings,
It's time, and the farewell party begins,
Bring the residue to me one and all,
Cos I'm the grave and it's the final call.

All is dust and return is a must,
It doesn't matter if it's iron or rust,
You may come in black or in white,
Come to me I'm the grave...cos' nothing will survive.

The journey has begun and the clock's ticking soon,
No time to think if it was a boon,
You have reached the final destination, see,
Yes, I'm the TRUTH, Yes, I'm the grave, Yes, It's ME !!!