I find myself amidst the sands
The desert of the caravans
Of no bounds or ends
Salvation, repentance, eager to make amends…

Me and my enemies are now a world apart
From the serpents of hate did I elope
The city of peace beckons this broken heart
The city of victory, of new hope

My heart commands me to stand tall
Any season come winter, come fall
Even if filth, walk with grace
Transcend time
Overcome space

Guide me to the right path
Show me the way
Save me from your wrath
From going astray

Oh Lord
Drive my soul away from eternal fires of hell
Towards a better ending
Of what has not begun well

Miscellaneous

Repaying for my sins at prices steep.

Livin in anonymity,as a creep.

Protecting my scars, these are for mine to keep.

Tired of turning over in bed, of counting sheep.

Clocks beep, morning arrives no sign of sleep.

Man proposes, god in his own time disposes,

So get on the joy ride of life before the door closes

Learn to accept gratefully the thorns, not just the roses

For life will whiz past u like one of them dozes

Learn,laugh,lose,look messed up and get rid of the poses.

And now that there is no light

The darkness reveals our real trait

My voice pericing this silent night

For i am the master of my own fate

The omnipresent fear and doubt

What ever the obstacles be,

For i may be down but not out

No barrier can hold me.

And here we are, back to the only place that makes any sense, to the only place that has managed to keep its charm on me still intact through the years, the infinite stretches of cellulose ,guess you can argue that it makes sense to me because it don’t talk back and give me threatening ultimatums, or maybe the reason that i fancy it so much is that its easy to get rid of, well i can argue (a lot) for other reasons but the one that probably will hold water is that this destination has been a preferred choice of travel for me is because i can in a way relate to it. And the moment we can relate to something it becomes so much easier for us to take a liking to it, well most of the times at least, the reason that I can relate to this place is its nature, it is blank and it is free, much like my state of mind most of the times, at least the blank part, but once you write something on it, the permanent imprints on it remain there for time immemorial, recycling it won’t change a thing, someplace deep down, there still remains a layer that will continue to hold that thought and the punctuations and remarks wont go away, not with any amount of eraser or whiteners, its hard to think why it took me so long to find this place again, I like it best here, since I can remember being able to like anything, ever since I learnt to write, I was writing with an invisible pen for a finger on the paper of air, nothing feels more pure than a crisp white piece of paper that you can just fold and put in your pocket. Used to be my way of life. Bored? Write about it! Happy for a change? Try to express it. Attempt to put your wit on paper, can’t think of anything to write? Well, write about not having anything to write! For what we are, what we feel can’t always be expressed through mere words, but sometimes you have to make that attempt to jump out of the page, to encapsulate that one moment of absolute elation or those nights of grief, what if nobody reads that, maybe it’s not about being read, it’s about being written.So Write on...

Incarnation.

After deciding to hang up my writers pen,

Coming full circle here i go rhyming again

Was perplexed wid stuff, couldnt figure out the how, where or when

Guess facing these matters is the diff b/w boys n men

Acted rashly but i was naive then

Wouldnt go down the same road,dats for sure,amen!

One of these coming days; m gonna fly away,

Develop a method to my craze; those strong winds wont make me sway,

Leave wid a glittering blaze;fly away and leave behind all the sorrow n dismay,

Figure out a solution to this maze;ud be amazed to see me doing okay,

Finally be able to clear this haze;see colors out of all this gray,

The strenght of my wings will outdo what I weigh,

The scars will be washed away by the rain,

The sun will illuminate this dark room,rays will penetrate the curtain,

Dawn will arrive at the horizon once again,

Theres one thing u can be for certain,

I refuse to go down,ill fight through the pain,

When the dust has settled,its my khudi that will remain!

7th Semester.

Why should i fill my head with rage

Snared in a mental cage

Behind this veil lies the true stage

Who to trust in this day and age,

Have i not sacrificed enough?

Wat needs to be done to turn this page?

Who to confide into is wat i ask

The perspicacity to perceive the face in the mask

How long i need to carry on?

Tarry on to see the first light of dawn.

Dancing on the strings like a pawn

Got tired of this life of grief,

Tired of being tired out, wanna turn over a new leaf,

Its all delusional, just make believe,

Theres another world out there for me to perceive,

Its all mine to achieve,

Sometimes i act crazy and naive,

But to arrive somewhere i must first leave,

To be able to give somethin back i must first receive,

All the wisdom and the knowledge that i can achieve,

Its like a trick, just lurkin up my sleeve........

No one can dessert me if aint any1 around,

How can i fall when there is no way down?

'Why so serios' is the motto of this lil clown,

I wander alone by myself in this far fetched ghost town,

No water in this lake,no worries even if i drown,

M breaking all the shackles and all the chains,

This beast bogged down too long by the whimps and the complaints,

No more mr nice guy,its the approach of mussolinis and the saddam husseins!

Had i been a weather,would prolly be one of those |tropical| |homicidal|,|calamitous|, |slaughterous| killer rains,

Out of control like one of them run away trains,

Take out ur eyeballs for a story thats never before told,

Marvel at the events dat are to unfold,

Honestly honest, a realist with a heart of gold,

A stone face with expressions cold,

Not the arham of old,

A darker clay has been mixed in this cast mold,

'Eff u all' dats in font arial,capital BOLD........

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ArHam.