He shall be born soon

Another stormy night sings a lulaby
he reminscices the moment she said Good-bye
strumming the guitar strings under the willow tree
he sings "you're mine and forever shall be"

Carrying his saga in the sack
insanity rules this maniac
denying him the red, green, blue
his eyes pester him to shed a tear or two

Drunk with the strength she gave
he's no less than a slave
praying that the heavens may rain
he weeps alongside to hide his pain

He's drowned in the flood
his corpse washed in mud
only the clouds moan
for he has noone whom he calls his own

Another stormy night shall come
another song the love-struck shall hum
to tell u whether his love was a bane or a boon
he shall be born very soon

A Silent War

Banging the head against the wall
they think i'm having a ball
little do they know of the silent war
of which i have the KeYs in my drawer

Haunting words of hollow praise
that sets my yearning ablaze
flames n blames, a sparkling game t
hey still move about, minus the shame

Scavenging the contradiction of my mind
drumbeats i hear which makes me blind
fluorescent in their fantasy
they hunt for triumph, that ecstacy

Grounded to the threshold
my search for HOrizon makes me bold
wired garlands they prepare
yet i dare to challenge their flare

Tagging me a rebel, crowning me a traitor
Submissiveness is not what i cater
tinkling sounds of the wind-chime
my WORLD remains sublime

a War that settles for liberation
yet no heir to the throne for accession
illusion ed by the manipulative mind
agitativen self-reflexive..i'm ready to unwind

A Journey from allusion to self-awareness..
it's a fumble and not a mess
tempted mind wages a WAR
of which i hold the keys in my drawer..