Fall
My perfect world
Eclipsed by night,
And sorrows I would not see.
No more divine in
Thought than might,
I find what I could never be.
It lingers painfully
And endearingly close,
For it is all I will ever find.
But it matters not-
The path I chose,
Is an illusion never to be mine.
By the prophet's hand,
The angels scribe,
For purpose eludes us all.
Reasons lost to man,
For demons to imbibe,
I succumb to will. I fall.
By,
Nikhil Menon
The Gift
It drowns me,
In a soft embrace,
Killing me slowly but sure.
Erasing the path
My tears would trace;
It is the pain I must endure.
It breaks me,
In body and in mind
As I forsake what I fear.
Mortally bound,
No respite I find
From the pain, I once did endear.
It mocks me,
And my barren soul;
My own life to despise.
My image torn
From what was whole,
To a tapestry of mere lies.
It bleeds me,
To choices that i make;
My only task is to wait and die.
This broken life,
I choose to forsake,
For its gift is but a lie.
By,
Nikhil Menon
My Bane
The blood I shed For a battle lost, Becomes my life in vain.
These mortal fears,
My only cost,
For all of my mortal pain.
A torrid thirst
For suffering will
Be all I shall ever feel.
The scars are wounds
That linger still,
Longing to be revealed.
The curse of life is
Not my only bane,
But I feel no more remorse.
To endure once, I
Must suffer again
As a barren shell; A corpse.
My words are vile;
My words are true;
My words are meant to refrain
My careless actions
From loving you.
You are my gift; my bane.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Freedom
Shackled to my broken fate,
I fall to the broken ground.
In the realm of servitude I dwell.
My hope which was once lost,
In these chains I have found,
With stories of my pain to tell.
The power does lie within me,
To break free when I do choose,
But the will to summon I have lost.
I have no need for sorrow,
For it's virtues I cannot use.
This is my suffering; my cost.
A captive to my only desire;
To bear sweet misery is my choice,
For I have no fate I long to see.
Surrendering to what befalls,
I choose to have no voice,
For I long to, but I can never be free.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Why?
Why does every smile
Turn a knife inside?
Why does every word
Tell me how I've lied?
Why is the one person,
That I can't confide
In, me?
Why didn't I just say
It some time before?
Why does every moment,
Leave a moment no more?
Why is all that's broken,
Something I once tore,
To be?
Why is it so hard to
Let the past go by?
Why can't the truth
Be my only lie?
Why can't I just tell you
That I'd always die,
For you?
Why are you the victim
Of my cruel desire?
Why do you still burn me
In your gentle fire?
Now my only demons,
Leave me to conspire,
Untrue.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Broken Picture
When all that matters
Is nothing at all,
But the broken picture
Hanging on my wall,
I won't shed my only tears.
My mind is tired, yet
It longs to dream
Of the soft glow of joy,
With it's subtle gleam.
My dreams shelter all my fears.
These very dreams, my heart endears.
It stares at me still,
Forsaking my reasons.
What once held me in joy,
Now spurns me in treason.
I hear my past's only call.
But a memory no more,
It is a mirage to find,
As a burden upon
My longing mortal mind.
It taunts me with me silent fall -
This broken picture hanging on my wall.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Desire
Its fragments among The mirrored facade,
Of the mind that lies within.
Its glory lost in
Illusory potence,
That succumbs to mortal sin.
Its divinity bound
By a sheltered cause,
That will never conspire again.
Its mortal bliss,
Amere dream until,
It concedes to its own sweet pain.
Its words a mirage,
Unto the facets
Of the fickle human mind.
Its power is a will
Of its very own:
A pagan wish unto my kind.
Its form unseen
By most, but felt
As a cruelly searing fire.
It is my bane;
My only foe -
This curse that is my heart's desire.
By,
Nikhil Menon
I...
I am not the son,That holds you backWhen you've begun.I am not the eye,Seeking truthsIn all your lies.
I am not the hand
That leads you
Only to reprimand.
I am not the face,
That fades away
Without a trace.
I am not the mind
That deals warm thoughts,
With no hope to ever find.
I am not the man
Who lives his life
Just because he can.
I am not the lie,
You would seek
As time passes by.
I am not my own,
And so I wander...
And I must walk alone.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Here With Me
I could write a song,
Where we would belong
Not to the world foor I long
To always see,
This angel, here with me.
I could walk for miles;
Alone, but all the while,
Dreaming of your smile
That divine would always be,
Like this angel, here with me.
I could shed your tears,
Cower from all your fears;
Endure the end that nears,
For all I ever would want to see,
Is this angel, here with me.
I could talk to the stars,
Whose light shines on scars
That would only be ours,
If I found my solace in thee,
My angel, here with me.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Forgotten
Forgotten by the ages,
Would I tread in darkness,
Or find the power that is mine?
The path does grow longer
As the shadows do witness
This forsaken age sublime.
Forgotten by truth,
I seek a saviour in lies,
Who silently counts miseries to fall.
I must find refuge in,
The open arms of sin,
Heeding the benevolent master's call.
Forgotten by reason,
I stand by the river which
Fondly keeps me from my eternal end.
Hope would be lost,
If it existed at all,
For callous desire is my only friend.
No heaven awaits me,
Beyond the battered clouds.
My fate is my own to never share.
A grim end of sorts,
To my forgotten dreams,
As the truth shall never be laid bare.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Her Call
A path before
I would not take,
Lest I hear her voice.
A solitude I
Would not forsake,
Heeds not unto choice.
Unto my fate,
I surrender alone,
To accept what may befall.
I wander among
These dreams unknown,
As I heed unto her call.
My spirit bound
To glory lost.
It is all I will ever know.
She leads me on
To my price; my cost,
To reap what I did sow.
My soul bears
The scars deep within;
These scars that bare it all.
My salvation,
To find in sins,
As I heed unto her call.
No more misery,
To comfort and heal
My mind and it's sublime art.
No more lies to
Shame and conceal,
As my virtuous reasons depart.
Beneath the shadow
That treads beside,
Lies the depth to which I fall.
Condemned in trust,
I must confide,
As I heed unto her call.
This fading mist,
Envelopes my lies.
My own end is all I see.
Consumed by all
I once did despise,
This is all I can ever be.
Cruelly destined,
Where I once tread proud,
I now lie helpless to crawl.
Free to myself,
But forever I am bound,
As I heed unto her call.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Words
They resonate, bound
Not to a purpose that
Intentions governed by reason.
Their paths direct and
Their destination found;
They portray justice or treason.
They may be truths
When you confide,
Or they may be your lies.
They may be signs
Which you convey,or
They may be your pleas; your cries.
They may be your
Hopes and dreams,
Left unfulfilled by far.
They may be your
Mask to truly conceal,
The man you truly are.
One always can
Erase what is written.
It follows not with what is heard.
They are forever to
Be slaves to memory.
They are merely careless words.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Broken
Broken is the dust,
Consumed by mortal rage;
A shadow rapt with lust
For the sins of this age.
Broken are the lies
Which feed my barren soul,
That I only despise
For I long to be whole.
Broken in my mind,
The truth is always bare.
With no hope to find,
I can no longer care.
Feel my senses drown
In an ocean of deception.
Of my memories profound,
I bear, but, broken preconceptions.
By,
Nikhil Menon
My Saviour
My callous dreams,
My only sins,
Heed no cry unto thee.
The open doors,
The scars within,
Are all that I can see.
The lonely road
I long to take,
Seems battered with dust.
Forsaken thoughts,
I long to amke,
Emdure the pain I must.
The only time
I linger still,
Would be to seal my fate.
The aspirations
I long to kill,
See my anger dissipate.
The barren mind;
My only friend
That I could never see.
The saviour guides
Me to my end.
That saviour of mine,is Me.
By,
Nikhil Menon
The Truth
Bound by a purpose
More shallow than mist;
Consumed by hope to
Deny all that exists,
I wander in shadows
Enshrined in light,
To embrace the truth that is mine.
Forgotten in dreams
That virtue endears,
It calls me slowly;
Demands my blood and tears.
To heed the cry of
My maker's pride,
I embrace the truth that is mine.
Forsaken by destiny;
Trapped in mortal rage,
I mock the chidings of
This sinfully barren age.
Skilled int he art
Of the broken lie,
I embrace the truth that is mine.
By,
Nikhil Menon
She Calls Me On
Broken and faithless,
I long to be born.
Vagabond to them all,
I am all but forlorn.
If there's a reason, I won't be torn-
She calls me on.
A fate that awaits me,
I would rather scorn,
And run to my angel
Who awaits me at dawn.
If there's a reason, I won't be torn-
She calls me on.
Haunted by my past
And the demons it spawned,
I fall to my knees
Unsure if I'll carry on,
But if there's a reason, i won't be torn-
She calls me on.
By,
Nikhil Menon
Lady In Death
She leaves you
Broke, reborn and blind
To the faith you do forsake.
Your every wish
Repaid in kind,
With those you'd never make.
She heals you
With he rgentle ways
As you spurn the virtue of choice.
Your weak heart,
Longs for the days
When your dould once had a voice.
She guides you
Through your faded past,
To embrace what joys are now pain.
Shallow in mind,
She will at long last
Lead you to your broken dreams again.
She is yours
To always hold in love.
She is in your every mortal breath.
She watches over you,
Like the stars above.
She is, your Lady In Death.
By,
Nikhil Menon
