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Devil’s Casino

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Devil's Casino

Remember the wish in The Angel Song
The gifted wish I haven’t used all along,
Shielded from the tempestuous calm,
For wounds aching, as magic balm.

But, words fly quick and high,
Reached  the  Satan  in  a  sly,
He came down heavy on my door,
To snatch away the wish I bore.

Cornering me in my room alone,
He thundered for the wish I own.
Felt weak, but won’t bend my knees,
I, on empty roars such as these.

Meekness evident in His deadly vice,
He challenged me to a game of dice.
The aces, deuces and cinques clashed,
Blood and pride waiting to be smashed.

As the gruelling  feud  raged on forth,
I, tired, bloodied; but all that’s worth!
It’s  pride in my wish –  that’s to  prove
I knocked Him down in the final move.

Drained, void, slumped on the floor thud,
I, passed out soaked in sweat and blood,
-But I won! Oh! Of that I am sure-
as I embraced the wish pure.

Written by Abhishek

August 26, 2010 at 7:03 PM

Quixotic

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As I stood looking out into the stretch,
Beauty  picturesque – a perfect  sketch,
Warm winds brushing against my cheek,
Calmness and charm for themselves speak.

Peace spread over as far as my eyes can see
And  the  winds  playful  on  a  flirting  spree,
The morning sun  riding  on the rising beam,
Seamlessly laid out on the soothing theme.

But, I tried  decoding  that mystic theme,
– The thumping sun and the fiery beam –
Chasing dreams, like bees on spree,
Behind veiled doors, none can see.

Oh! I sense tones hushed as these elements speak,
The rawness  and  ridicule  evident  on my cheek,
For it’s my mind fabricating the quixotic sketch,
It’s just the barren  desert  rearing in the stretch.



Written by Abhishek

August 22, 2010 at 11:58 AM

The Angel Song

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The Angel Song

I met a lost angel this night,
In the lonely woods, in plight.
Mending  her  broken  wings,
With  rugged  magic  strings.

“Can  you  help  me  out?” –
Her moist eyes in doubt,
-“will  grant  you  a  wish.”
Hands trembling in anguish.

“There,  they all  wait  for  me,
Bleeding  Souls in  teary  sea.
Those wounded soldiers there
With  nothing but  faith bare.”

How could I refuse!
An  angel  in  blues.
But I know not how,
How to fulfil this vow!

With a soft look into my eyes,
She read through the naked disguise
And  said “All I need  is a  drop  of  tear
To drag me out of this gnawing despair.”

Little  startling,  little  high
A little request I can’t deny.
So I squeezed out a bitter drop
A sacrifice for the little Aesop.

Happy again, she vanished in starry glow,
Rousing  up the fallen leaves with a  blow.
*
The wish, still, I have not put to use,
But  those  tears I started  still  ooze.

Written by Abhishek

August 12, 2010 at 6:40 PM

The Prestige

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The Prestige

As I look into the mirror,
and face myself,
I can feel the
stiffness
creep
in.
As I wear the clothes,
and don the image
I can feel the
tautness
grip
me,
For I have waited for this day,
to be heard, and
applauded by
you
all,
I have pulled myself up for sure,
and as I walk across
the stage, I can
feel a million
eyes on
me,
‘Coz there are those silky traps
That prestige lure,
but this day, I will
prove myself
for sure.

– Inspired by Christopher Nolan’s “The Prestige”.

Written by Abhishek

August 6, 2010 at 7:06 PM

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