Nikhil's Poems

This blog has some of my poems. These poems are very close to me and if you intend to use them I would like to receive some due credit for it. Feel free to contact me at nikhilmenon1987@yahoo.co.in

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

By Virtue of Humanity

Singing softly,
The children of the broken soul,
Flock to the core
Of their barren existence.

Words lost in silence
Find meaning in confusion,
To the tune of ascension
In its virtuous divinity.

We would never know,
The angels that weep beside
Our broken bodies
And the eclipsed human mind.

Consumed by fear
And a longing for dreams,
We walk onwards,
To the sound of hell's own.

Our power is locked
In a mirage of purpose.
Our peace is found,
In lost hope and defeat.

Beseech hi all you will,
But will he ever hear your cries?
He will guide you but
You will never know,
If the path he leads you onto,
Finds life or death.

By,
Nikhil Menon

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