Hammering my heart

I'm hammering my heart against the wall

The red devil is swirling near my feet
Both their eyes are whispering me to fall
It's the hope, my tears are eager to meet

My blissful eyes are flying in the past
My top floor is in bottom of chaos
Elation of dignity killed at last
Howl is the hellish ruler in the loss

Fake's eyes can't perceive My silence and lies
My naked chains cloaked in nugatory
Elegant sand art of trust always dies
Some judges laugh at my locked story

I'm trying hard to climb that fire faced cloud
May fall and die or jump on it aloud 

Chronos

One day the art of fire will paint the earth

Thunder will sing thee an eternal song 

Clouds will close the room of stars the day forth

Thy will was the arrant force all along 

Wind of hope will meet the burning anguish 

Growing the flames to stare down the heaven

The life and hollow will yield to vanquish 

Thy presence was the only wheel driven

I'm afraid, afraid of the still ahead 

Cold night carrying ash of memories 

Wings of emotions would be left unsaid 

Thy might, the only weapon in one piece

O my last breath, will you be in terror?

Can you blow the heavy leaves of horror?

Ornament death by my life

Trying to ornament death by my life

Trying to ignite stress and frustration 

Trying to kill my presence by their knife 

Trying to leave this husk is obsession 

No will to worry if it will be hard

I'm sorry, my teary heart is fading 

So finally the death becomes my guard 

But still my sorrow is not evading 

O blameless death, why can't I feel the peace?

They are weeping and pain growing stronger 

The sky has no clouds but the rain won't cease 

Can do nothing but feel woe for longer 

I did so wrong by life and been unwise

Don't know how to arise and see sunrise 

Fragments of Felix

Fragments of felix lights, unlit candle

Slowly burns the wax of tristitia 

Lighting the path of true fate and mantle

Forms memories of love like syncytia 

Skin of dolour melts by cherry blossom 

Blood is blown away by the darling air

Sky has the ornament of glint lovesome 

Moonlight over plants of peace is the heir

Rotten house inhales the moments of care

Purgatory becomes its ground to stand 

Demon of deject is scared by its glare

Now roots of maeror are nothing but damned 

It's in wisp but not lacking the heaven

And can pierce the fierce mountain of raven

Luctus

Why my tears aren't able to kill the woe?

Why my pith is sinking down in the dusk?

The time seems a slow friend and a harsh foe

With my inner weep, fake smile is the husk

Bubbles are too much heavy for me now

Creating holes in my heart if it bursts 

Blood marinates the eyes if love takes vow

And lips of despair satisfy its thirst 

The air can't perceive my eyes anymore 

Lightning is telling my tale in a flash 

But can't let ocean drown me near the shore

Coz duty is a dense word for mid class

I made the pain strong by feeding my thought 

I can fly with it or make it blind spot 

Rain worshipped her smiling face

Rain worshipped her smiling face with its grace

When her eyes gazed the path of monsoon cloud
My heart watched her with a thought of embrace 

And in happiness my soul wept aloud 

Two lovebirds sat down umbrella of leaves 

That moment of heartbeats were her and mine

Wind of silence whispered to coalesce 

My flame of feelings were screaming to shine

The sky of our fate slowly became dark

Pebbles between us grew and touched the stars 

Night sky became the warzone of my spark

Hailstones of sorrow left with many scars 

Her tears kissed the ground of melancholy 

When rain consoled her heart of dead valley 

Kiriti

Toil with keenness of edification 

Reverent to the wet buds of monsoon 

Pert to the leaf from incineration 

O eyes, what can you call it except boon?

Sometimes darkness becomes the heart of light

Wall of rim grows higher than probity 

Dust of happiness are trapped in twilight 

Rill of wrath sap the bridge iniquity 

When the sky plummets but kills the devil 

The last rime is melted by the hatred 

The all-faced one is the force of mettle 

And soul of the murk gets separated 

The sword stands due to blood and the unseen 

And the scabbard left with blithe and serene