Thursday, June 18, 2009

Morbid Echoes - A New Venture

Hi everyone. I hope you all are doing great in your lives. I have started this new blog called Morbid Echoes to keep myself venturing into black poetry that comes to me naturally. Though I have refrained myself from writing dark and negative poems for a long time , but I guess everything has its own reason of existence so I shall embrace it rather than ignore it.

Every now and then I'll keep putting up some real hard and distressing poem on this new blog. So whenever you feel like you need some real mind fuck be my guest at morbid echoes.

Love and Regards to all my readers!

Monday, June 15, 2009


In the wake of a silent summer
On the meadows of a conditioned wrath
Seconds incrementing in gapless opposites
Is this all , this body can have ?

Symbols diminishing the creation process
A state of being wake , sleeping sleepless
Visually soothing to the third eye inside
Fundamental chaos , order on the other side

Through somebody, a different body
Faceless in the awareness of the mind
Disguised in blue primitive artifacts
Is this all , our lives can leave behind ?

Indelible desire to confront inner liberty
Infallibly fallible behind the unseen apathy
This body holding us, is all an illusion
This soul holding us , is all an illusion

Undeniable atrophy, this intellectual prison
Morphing the silent summer, a cold reason
Through someone, a different to none
Is this all , that is universally undone ?

The will is not free - it is a phenomenon bound by cause and effect - but there is something behind the will which is free.
Swami Vivekananda

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Just Conformist

Act or do not act at all
both ways you end up being wise
Stand or do not stand at all
both ways you end up paying the price
Run or just make a final call
dial once , it rings twice and hangs up thrice

Trapt, freedom, Slapt, Boredom
Apply the grease of inner fear
Lubricate the ego your ring of Saturn
Candid perceptions with pride as your spear
Blind folded to the Orwellian state
Repeaters all of them, fear of loss , fear of failure
fear of truth, fear of fate
fear everything till the mind dissolves the unclear

Finger point the clues, an unnecessary insight
This life is a due , rendered mutual construct
Kill the inner realizations, this pseudo wisdom is right
A corned pshycological safety , an ignorant paradise
School of thoughts with guidelines to thinking
Moral clauses to innovation, creativity keeps sinking
A perpetual denial mode, self-betrayal entrenched
The dream of perfect world with imperfections within

Can you stop and take a step back
Take a deep breathe and move out of this track
For a moment forget all that you lack
Just humour me when I say the self is always in tact
A cloud of belief system shadows your higher senses
Hierarchy craving minds can never adapt to such changes
Act or do not act at all, the final clincher glimpses
Without inner clarity , the outside world therefore drenches

Who is wise? He that learns from everyone. Who is powerful? He that governs his passions. Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.
Benjamin Franklin