The Aftereffect

My eyes toil for vision
Through the haze that fogs my land
I see you caught in the realms of carpented boundaries,
but stay a spectator…
Because that’s where you belong,
and want to belong, I guess
There's nothing that will ever bring you back
I confront something that fed on me
I lift myself to newer heights... and face the deepest sea!

Ceremony of the Soul

The silence here renders an unruffled harmony
and paves the way to the ceremony…
A ceremony of years…
where I celebrate a ritual that spans your existence!
It marks the eternal journey I am blessed with
and the ecstasy and pain of sojourns
This is a ceremony of incinerated vices…
where the lashing waves and the crooning wind
in a spell binding convention, bind in spells

To err is human

He stares at my land, delighted and evoked. It is almost a reincarnation to all that was ever innocent and pure... repulsed of corruption. He is jealous of the creation that he could never craft. After all, God is human too.

Paradise lost and found

It seems like centuries since I last visited paradise. Everything seems to be the same though... except me. I have contained and survived a thunderstorm… a havoc that was meant for the terrain is now a vital contamination in my veins. I look like a transformed protrusion of loose ends, seeking an end to the beginning.
I am in paradise and there’s nothing that can wreck me now!