Posts tagged ‘Poem’

Nostradamus – II


Truth Be Told


All this rust of gold
let the future be told
Will we ever see,
what our truth will be?

Mother of the air
shine your light again
Make your presence known
take your children home

Yesterday was a blessed escape
Today is helter skelter
Yesterday was a blessed escape but
tomorrow the truth will be told

Children of the earth
last call for rebirth
Walk down right below
where the truth we will know


A Certain Lady – Poem by Dorothy Parker

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You’ll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, —
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me — marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ….
And what goes on, my love, while you’re away,
You’ll never know.

My favorite edit I've done to date - Imgur

Of Fire And The Void

There is nothing more poetic than nature itself. It just so happens that i did feel the caress of nature and also captured it here : Of Fire And The Void (Click here)



A Gothic Romance


A Gothic Romance

Naked I stand
Above the crown of corrupted souls
Reunited by night’s kiss
I drown myself in deepest sorrow
Ready to surrender my soul
Truly, my blood will
Deep in your dark thoughts


I follow your embrace
To your sweet embers
I fall from filth that is mankind
I fly


I shall never forget you
Unknown to corrupted minds
Born of velvet darkness
Awaken from pious shrines

And Diane,

Tonight I will drink your blood wine


24 Carat Sleep


A Soul Collage

You speak in tongues
I dont understand.

I want your soul
not a carbon of ‘Pan’.

Do you really believe?
Are you really to blame?

Or do you mimic the soul
Of one riding the flame?

In the sea of iniquity
beyond the rising black sun.

Lies a flower so delicate
the twice forgotten one

Kepola Athonoxo

Imperfection (i’m perfection)

Must i ne’er cry,
sympathy isn’t my tool.
A punch on devils eye.
Giving up is for fools.

Win or not
Hell may care
poisoned blood
and evil stare.

Extend the sight,
raise you fist and fight.
Pretend, you might.
You may as well be destruction.

Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Groomed in the name of destruction.
Generation in construction.

Abandonment isn’t my will,
My master is my pain.
Take poison to freeze your guilt,
Fire is my game.

Extend the sight,
raise you fist and fight.
Pretend, you might.
You may as well be destruction.

Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Doomed in the name of destruction.
Generation in construction.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.

Accept no sympathy.

Enter my game.

Doomed generation.

Destruction is my name.
I’m perfection.

-Manmeet Singh Bhatia

Black as White as Grey.

Short of words i try to make my point.

But i said never enough to make you mine.

You planned your strike and stopped caring.

When you did stop, then so did i.

Then why am i the hard one?

Then why am i in pain?

All those good times did you swallow?

And Is my descent your gain?


Stammer my way to explain you.

I have craved to see you.

And waiting for you maybe i have changed.

If i have changed, then so have you.

Yes i am the one in sorrow,

and i am the one you have killed.

But now that i have defined you,

never again shall i let you in.


– (Poetbabu)

Forever Autumn Reflections.

Rain in the sun

Drying of the grass

Seasons changing fast,

Sweet September.


Dance on the glass

Untouched letters of the past

It rained yesterday,

I remember.


This wind pierces through me.

Autumn comforts me with its cure.


Fragment to the phantosmic

Scream of the quiet air

kaleidoscope in the dark,

Whoring slumber.


– Manmeet Singh Bhatia


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