Conspiring Universe

Its been said that the universe has its way
the right or wrong; never certain
the gods always took the burden
the righteous deeds and the wrong doings reprocaution

Every thing reciprocates
what goes around, has it come back?
With the infintie possibilities within the universe
has the finite results been trapped?
always love has turned into hatred,
has hatred ever changed back?

Whatever may be the ways of the world
nevertheless Hope has always prevailed.
conspiring universe-
stretching gillion lights years
out of nowhere this is where we were placed
Right beside the sun, perfectly aligned
And this is where we exist.

Fallen

fallen to the ground
a black stone falls from high above-
shattered into pieces-
from how high was it dropped!!
with acceleerating speed
the gravity pulls within
rupture and smashed
it will never get back to what it was.

It was heavy,
it was compact,
it was genuine.
but it fell and now its broken.
No one had forseen that this day would come,
and now it is unconceivable how it was before;
back from these pieces.
So tiny, million little bits
thousands lost and unnoticed
blown by the winds
million miles away
to be dissolved into nothingness
forever lost.

Resurrection

(a letter to the resurrector)

This shall be my
Resurrection.

I have emerged out of the gorge
Resisted the nothingness devouring my mind
Shredded some blood to climb towards existence.
Felt the gold and
Smelt the rose
This shall be my Resurrection.

The four walls closed in on me
The rooftops collapsed.
I survived the agony with my rage and
Puncture holes through bricks with my fury.
I
Escaped the devastation, with my levitation.
This shall be my Resurrection.

I have fallen from the mighty glory
Tipped myself to the bottom
An inch away from the top
I hit the lowest rock bottom.
The ground below
Seemed so high up.
I levitated.
This is my struggle
This is my survival
This shall be my Resurrection.

I have been locked up in a box
Incarcerated and exiled.
Trapped into Isolation
No escape from the triangle.
The corners had been sealed tight
No windows to break out
Nor doors to unlock.
I fought the Isolation with my personal solitude.
I broke the spell with my mantra-
The Resilience.
I smashed the angles within the triangle.
Incineration of the incarceration,
Mark this- reincarnation;
This is my Resurrection.

Glorious age of victory has arrived
The battles yet to be fought
Honor and triumph has been foreseen
I am the Victor
I am my Resurrector.
I shall paint the fate with my dreams
Sketch the imagination into my reality
There cannot be anymore regression
This is my Resurrection.

Under the blue skies

under the blue skies
where the soft breeze blows onto her face
as she jumps and runs waving her scarf
letting it fly along the wind
like the kites
the children fly during October.

under the blue skies
where the season change
from a dark gloomy clouds
to the fresh blossom of the Autumn
she shines of the aura
a wave of the new beginning

under the blue skies
she is the soothing music
that echos for ever
the gift of nature
a monument, a treasure.
she is full of grace with her every step
a soft wisdom she reflects from her goodwill
like the blue skies, deep are those eyes
gaze upon them and it defines mesmerize.

under the blue skies
the joys are endless
she sprinkles them around
and the sparkling angel emerge on this town
the sprinkles and sparkles are so vivid
like the twinkling of stars across the blue blanket.

she writes a smile on her face
traces of it here and there
radiant and vibrant, the entire atmosphere
nothing could make her smile more
if not for the tears
under the blue skies
she knows no fears.

(This is an inspiration from an instrumental “Rubina’s Blue Sky Happiness” by the mighty Joe Satriani. I can assure you that these words does not live up to the expectation of the genuine creation of Mr Joe Satriani, rather my futile attempt to glorify it.)

killing from the inside

bold as thunder stronger than lightening
lost in the darkness of mighty night
with no stars shining
a man walks alone
step by step
his face brightening
lightening
pacifying
until ounce by ounce
solitude clawed psyche
terrify
mortify
vindicating the fear within

killing from the inside

dig the bloody messy self
focus the fuckin mind
its a fuckin achievement-
self solidarity.
resilient as mountain
furious/calm as volcanic eruption;
JUST NOT ENOUGH.
the human mind
unstable psyche.
this isolation
polarity depression
irrational mania within

killing from the inside

slave to the solitude
the pills of solace
the drinks of rage
the smokes on thin air…..
chase the time away;
delusional-
shifting reality
for how LONG?????
the stigma engraved deep
tickin like a time-bomb the insanity within rises
creeps back from your head
paralyzing you down to the ground.
submerge to self pity
submission to the hollow inside
engulf by the sorrow within

killing from the inside

(The title has been abstracted from a song “JumpDaFuckUp” by “Soulfly” nonetheless the content evoke different meaning. I guess, not sure!!)

destroyer of senses

embrace the liquid
soak deep within.
chunk of ice
melt the frozen water,
a crystal glass reflecting the gold
drain the blood out of the veins,
submerge on the pool
senses exist no more…

smell the terror
freeze the brain,
sweet nectar drops of your body
-like a precious tongue-
dissolve the liquid until exhaustion.
acid the corpse for pleasure
Sedate no more
smother the dying senses.

silvery white dressed angel
turns amber.
its just a myth angels flying with wings
i conquer the skies without flapping
as the hourglass keeps turning,
hour after hour after hour, skies keeps rolling.
drop the bottle
drop the glass
cut the skin
bleed the crimson.
its only gettin worst.
destroy the senses.

(the title has been inspired by a song titled 11th Hour by Lamb of God. and without any shame i picked it up as the title and without any disgust i credit these guys for their genuine creativity. \m/ metal rules \m/)

Remembrance to the forgotten Souls

did you light up the crescent moon for us to see
place the twinkling stars for us to gaze
a vast open sky up above-
like a wide open arms;
or a mirror to the past
for the remembrance to the forgotten ones.

i write a letter on the empty skies
with a bare hand with my finger
for you to read
encrypted are the recollection
the tasteful memories,
Reminiscence of the forgotten souls.

the crescent moon hides behind the dark clouds.
the dark times
universally condemned
but undeniable.
Time has been a terror
a revealer,
a majestic healer.
over the years contemplating onto the mirror
embracing the grace of time,
the crescent moon finally skips the darkness
and sparkles this moonlit night
with a beauty
and a virtue of remembrance to the forgotten ones.

the blues

the color of the night
in the city that sleeps
midnight agony
with a beaming light far across
solitude, my friend
my accompany

darkened windows
darkened roads
just a screeching noise
of the dogs howling
and the cats meowing
sparkling head lights of the fast cars
scorching breaks on the hollow

drizzling rain soaking bodies
under the broken umbrella
sippin on the finest tea
and noodles for the midnight snack
woman blazing flames over her stoves
serving drunks to serve her family

sometimes the stars twinkle
and moon shreds its light without any greed
othertimes the clouds win the battle
gloomy
as if the city wasnt already dead

closed temples and stupas
pubs and music
where do we line ourselves
if not for the stairs on the streets
where the beggars and the dogs cuddle

stale as it may seem
the story of this city
closed doors on every corner
the dreams seem so futile
insignificant
the blues, the color of the night
in this city
does the dreamers even exist!!!

Odyssey

5 minutes
elevated out of this world
and it is as
blissful
as without a war.
consciousness-
unconscious without a bound
and rage
as cold as the frozen ice.
love
vanquished at the spur of the moment
and hatred
skinned beneath down on the ground.
heartbeat
a straight line
and nerves
pulsate to the vibes.
All of my senses concentrated at singularity.

reality-
i fly into
this space voyage without an air
and spacesuit,
weightless
without any gravity
traveling millions and millions of light years
among the stars and the moons
decorated by the supernovas and
pulsating pulsars and quasars
i jump from galaxies to galaxies
escaping the deepest black holes
with a click of my fingers.
As i leave
“The Weight Of The World”
back home
a tiny tiny tiny grain of sand called Earth,
im free-
falling on to the universe.
and i imagine-
what could be a better Deity!!

(This is my utmost and humble dedication to one of the greatest musician Joe Satriani’s, among the many uber-creation,
“The Weight Of The World”. A bow down to his majestic imagination.)

Misery

(i swear this is the last of its sequel. part 5 lol. here’s the link to the part 4 thing
https://xtormentorx.wordpress.com/2013/07/17/flashback/)

here’s to love
thanks for this agonizing misery
bottle of alcohol
and blurred photography
down on my bed
day and night
dusk to dawn
from sunlight to moonlight
clocks go round and round
pills go down
calanders turn pages
day by day
burning me to ashes
the smokes smother me
my visions obscured, your memroy subdued- as the walls close in on me
here’s my last letter on the floor
painted in crimson
and this time i SLIT away.

xtormentorx

Hey everyone!! Im from Nepal and these are some stuffs I wrote. Hope you guys like it.

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Conspiring Universe

Fallen

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Under the blue skies

killing from the inside

destroyer of senses

Remembrance to the forgotten Souls

the blues

Odyssey

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