A Tribute to Baudelaire

Can I survive in this damned coldness?
That writhes inside of me
Choking and stuffing Remorse,
Which with its every step
Blows out the shimmering light of hope,
In my heart, I once saw a portrait
Of a fair one, and a damned witch.
Loving each other.

There was a blithe Inn,
It was razed down by Satan.
Where can the travelers of the dark forest rest?
In the dark, muddy lake where a werewolf runs unrest,
The cursed tooth gnaws into our soul
The irreparable wound eats through edifice of our being.

Or in His summer palace,
Where the vampires drinks our blood
The cursed tooth gnaws into our soul
The irreparable wound eats through edifice of our being.

Does your morbid fascination
Want to watch me rot?
Oh! The everlasting Remorse.
Burns like the fires of Hell
And eats through like a termite
My empty soul is drained like the water in Sahara

I once saw an angel fighting a thousand demons
With the Sword of Hope.
The battle had a victor
The Angel slew all demons
Satan shattered his head with the dark, heavy mace.
I know not of any angels in my heart.
It is becoming filthy and evil like Satan’s love.

And so you are invited to the alchemy of my sorrow.
Where Midas is buried in a pauper’s graveyard,
Children bathe with Flamel’s blood,
And Debauchery and Death are two good sisters
Cupid is eating the spleen of his victims,
And the blood flows through the Fountain of Joy,
Circumventing each one of you in your thought.

Ramble Through Nothingness

Roll with sound
Sleep with rain
Drink with sun
Kiss the smoothly dressed girl

Moment of pain with pleasure
Forgotten flies of the rotten Apple
I dreamt of being a King at a castle
Poisoned soul mate dies in the dungeon

Black swans drinks the wine
Vampires of lost cities
He says love is so sour
Burn the witch

Gallows made of stardust
Secret garden is lost
Somewhere a man remembers
Someone kills her in vain

I got a bad disease
From my brain I bleed
For a certain goodness
I will not lie in peace

The days are sweet
Take me to the river
Where destruction is ubiquitous
Drink up my soul

Slowly she rises up
And moves toward her grave
I don’t need to be forgiven
Don’t cry, don’t waste your eyes

The exodus is here
Give me, my soul back
Hide the kindness
Your eyes are full of pain

When you find love
Wicked dreams follow
This will comfort you
When there is no hope inside

Sing the song, I sung
Words you wrote
Remember the photographs
For all that is lost, a few return.

Statutory Warning

Poetry

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." ~ Carl Sandburg

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words." ~ Edgar Allan Poe

These two quotes exemplify the meaning of poetry to me, more than any. Poetry is the activity that defines me. I believe poetry is a journey of a poet in his quest for the Truth. Poetry is not only about the thought or the thought it provokes, it is also about the essential emotions embedded in it. Emotions of joy, sadness, pain, anger combine themselves in a poet’s dream. Its outcome is the most beautiful form of literary art. It was the summer of 2006, when I first took up my pen to create in this aesthetically arousing art form. From then on, I have received accolades for my skill, from my teachers, friends, elders and my poems have been a regular feature of the school and some local magazines.

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