Leave Me

Leave me alone,
By the ebbing creek
That would be my broken fate.
Leave me without
All that I seek,
For all I find is hate.

Leave me barren,
In truth and mind.
I now break my tryst with lies.
Leave me longing
For an end to find
The existence I now despise.

Leave me lost
In my mortal rage,
Which feeds on my shallow heart.
Leave me cursed,
To undo this age
That tears us all apart.

Leave me helpless,
For I would not see
Hope as you would define.
Leave me now,
If you care for me.
I would rather remain confined.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Free

When she called
Me with smiles,
I answered with my own.
When she held me
In her embrace,
I was never to be alone.

When she cared
For me in agony,
There would be no time as this.
When she bid me
Farewell for now,
I parted with her tender kiss.

When she loved me,
I did love her too.
There would be no one again.
When she healed
My broken soul,
I would no longer know pain.

She loves me still,
I believe it so.
For we are eternally endowed.
I stand here today,
On this mortal ground.
She roams free, beyond the clouds.

By,
Nikhil Menon

One

If you wish to burn me,
You needn't have to ask.
Let your flames sear my heart.
If you wish to hurt me,
Let me feel your pain.
I find my life in death's own art.

If you wish to drown me,
I will fall to all depths.
Let me drown in your ocean blue.
If you wish to heal me,
You will be my saviour.
Alas! No saviour will find you.

If you wish to break me,
I am your broken lies.
My only dream shall come undone.
If you wish to love me,
I am yours to death.
There is you. There could only be one.

By,
Nikhil Menon

My Conspirator

Embrace me with
Yourburdened arms,
To see my scars to hide.
Surrender to all
Of my mortal charms,
And choose my death to confide.

Take my hand
In lonely times,
To spurn your only fears.
Forsake all that
Appears divine,
To find solace in all your teaars.

Bid my illusions
Well, for they do
Shelter you from your lies.
Their price is
Not yours to pay,
But my own to despise.

Love me when
My heart does burn,
To quench the thirst of desire.
Loved I am,but,
I still must learn,
That you will always conspire.

By,
Nikhil Menon

My Purpose

Isolated by reasons
I knew not existed,
I remain a mortal forgiven.
To shun all beginning,
To embrace every end,
In a world but one man would live in.

I care not for hope;
I live not for dreams.
I'm no slave to obligatory regret.
These memories are
Mine to forever recollect,
Or to savour before I forget.

Passions of the whim,
Justify not life.
They merely justify existence.
Friendly souls to
The heathen shadows, knock
On hells door with persistence.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Wanderer

Blind to my foes,
With no bane to keep,
I will follow into the night.
No stranger to woes,
My scars do weep
For the souls ensconed in dark light.

Born to my kind,
And true to my soul,
I have no place in the divine.
Free in my mind,
Not torn but whole,
I seek the truth that is mine.

Seeking what is lost,
In what I do gain,
I rove now, as I did before.
My faith is my cost
To endure in pain.
I wandered then. I wander no more.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Lonely Day

Would it be you alone,
To guide me through the unknown?
No it wouldn't be true.
When forsaking is all I can do.
What more do I have to say?
Just another lonely day.

Help me, I need to find
Truths behind the pain that's mine.
They just pass me by.
Maybe it was all just your lie.
For my mortal sins I do pay.
Just another lonely day.

Tell them I'm on my own.
All my purposes are set in stone.
I am theirs to take,
With my own reasons to forsake.
I beg you to take me all the way.
Just another lonely day.

I know you know no remorse.
Didn't ask for it, but of course,
I have no peace of mind.
Now I would rather walk among the blind.
I have no more reasons to pray.
Just another lonely day.

I'm waiting for a sign,
That everything will fall in line.
My means are so few,
But all I wanted was you.
My own end I'm left to protray.
Just another lonely day.

When you walk out the door,
Leave me broken like you did before,
To all my depths I will fall.
Now your words mean nothing at all.
I am wounded for my demons to slay.
Just another lonely day.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Masquerade

The sun's rays,
Caressing her skin
Which basks in its golden light.
Her hair does find
A soft glow within,
In the glory of its divine might.

The rain drops
Kiss her silken tips
Along her finger's tender touch.
They trickle across
Her slender lips,
Moistened just as much.

When she smiles,
In a moment she says
What I wouldn't hear in years.
Yet I am no
Stranger to her ways,
For her smile hides her unshed tears.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Not Of Me

Think not of me,
When you need to cry.
I am noone to you anymore.
Think not of me,
When it all crashes down,
Like it always did before.

Think not of me,
When you need hope.
I am no strength to you.
Think not of me,
When you hurt inside.
I will not see you through.

Think not of me,
When none emerge to
Lead you on gently and kind.
Think not of me,
When you need solace,
And there is none to find.

Think not of me,
When these words you hear.
You would always see through my lies.
Do not care to think,
For when you need me,
I'll already be by your side.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Forget

Forget the angels
Passing you by,
With every step you take.
Forget the memories
You hide in lies,
That you long to forsake.

Forget the flowers
Coming forth to bloom,
Only looked upon by your eyes.
Forget the dew-drops
On your silken touch,
Whose soft caress they epitomise.

Forget the smiles
That rain on you,
When I would linger near.
Forget them all,
But when you cry,
Let me shed your only tear.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Lessons

My sins atoned for,
By mortal whims;
My every need unheeded.
Standing on broken ground,
By an ocean of lies,
I despise all truths needed.

They call for me,
Silently summoning my
Spirit to answer my fear.
They beckon only
To shed light on
These mortal roots I endear.

They tell me of my
Greatest sin to keep-
This curse they call desire.
It burns inside me,
Consuming slowly
As a mockingly potent fire.

They tell me of my
Incessant jealousy,
Which would be my bane.
It claws around my
Own existence to
Condemn me to eternal pain.

They tell me of my
Chronic lust for all
That's temporary and impure.
A slave to impulse,
That controls my will
To ignore all that is truly sure.

They tell me of my
Lack of true faith,
In the erring ways of life.
Bound to distrust
All that is around,
In my bid to find only strife.

They tell me of all
That I did fear at once,
When mortal glory was one.
But I cared not,
When it mattered most,
For I have now come undone.

By,
Nikhil Menon