Newborns Conjured

Let the demons cry out loud...
Let the whining wolves howl all they could...
Let the sagas of miseries weep as they would..
I shall fall, but wont lay there as wood...

Ashes to dust many dreams have fled..
Rose the army again even from the dead..
Fearsome rage and grunting enemies i have behead...
From the dirt to the dark.. i have stayed and stayed ahead..

Let the rhymes keep its word...
let the rythms play as if it was cared..
Let the rooster scream like its choired...
Let the darkness peep from the chittered...

Drain to worms i have cleared...
Tears and guilt i have wiped...
Foregone s and bygones i have by passed..
Emotions and spirits i have countered..

Let the chains wind me hard...
let the sounds deaf my sound chord...
Let the sharpness saw my chest barred..
Let the brightness get my eyesight fired..

Satans and original sins i have conquered..
Reapers and Yemens i have cornered...
Self Pity and needs i have endured...
Victory and proclaim i have favoured...

Let the days play its card..
Let the seasons do as it could..
Let the sun set and rise as it would..
let the waves reach the shore for what i cared...

The great awakening i have conjured...
The new beginning i have domineered...
Its the saga unsung now re entered..
Marches will now continue with twice its might as if rediscovered..

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil

Stranger in my own life..

Let me sleep till the raindrops dry...
For the wind blew through the strange streets of heaven..
Paradox are the blocks the roads built in as even...
Questions never seem to cease and screams are with a cry...

Let me close my eyes till the summer's weary...
For the emotions went underground to swing on the roots of aspen..
Memories are just a grey smoke now smeared and broken...
Imagination are slow now, has lost its chivalry...

Let me rest till the dry leaves fly...
For the fire seemed to have been bed ridden...
romance has become the fertilizer for the unsmitten...
Passions non existent now, wonder if it existed at all in the foundry..

Let me hide till the world will lose its sly...
For my life seem to have become a land alien and foreign..
Existence is now just a act of reaction and written...
Friendly faces seem to faint... where am i in ancestry?

Let me sleep till the next day comes by...
where the wind of fire will blow through the known streets of heaven..
Alive i shall be, and passion will burn like haven...
Pride and joy will fill my soaring heart and shut the buffoonary..

Let me take a nap till the soul wakes up and fly...
For i am a stranger in my own life as an alien...
Remembering and reminding myself of who iam and what to win and When...
Glory and Freedom, Liberty and Leadership is what i need to apply...

Let Me wake up as the words register in air and as i sigh...
Who am i ... Who am i?? have i fallen?
Vision or wisdom, am i following them even?
Stranger in my own life...Yes Stranger but why??

Nidhish

Wake me up...

The unsung melodies drowse me to sleep...
The rotten scripts of yesterdays are no more deep..
The value adds sound important no more..
The non-value adds arent fun any more...

The gods directions are now just a weep...
The inner strengths are just voices like a beep...
The dreams and inspirations i no longer adore..
The documented destiny has just become a unsold book in bookstore..

Glorious sound of marches are now just a cheep..
The procrastination is all that i now reap...
The immortality is now just a word of decor...
The purity of thought is now just an extempore..

Wake me up from my knees as i weep...
The sense of directions have vanished even if i peep...
The seasons have eaten my soul as i overbore...
The heart seem to be filled with pain in galore...

Wake me up from my knees as i weep...
Wake me up from my knees as i weep...

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil