Dheni Aishi

Aristrocracy

Silent, full, walking along a path built long ago,
A little tried, a little weary, essentially the same,
On the inside, a mess of bones and meat walking,
A wandering soul once told me, lives can be lost,
Another one whispered to me upon a dark, sunny night,
They can be gained again, Hence grains of sand I earn,
Feed the ones I yearn for, but the eyes still glare,
Roam the room and then settle, upon the worthy one,
In the corner he is unsettled again, feeling worn,
His walk done him little good, he goes into the hole,
Waiting for the time, when this dreams comes back...

Haris Durrani

SOMEONE

Someone woke me from my dream,
I sat there cold and shaking,
Someone unshackled my bonds,
Brought me forth, brought me here,
Someone showed me the way,
Through bent roads entwined,
Someone defined things,
Left me to decide,
Someone took me from my way,
Left me bleeding on the highway

Isythica Kilburn

WINE

An insuniating vine hanging low above our heads,
In ways other than one controlling, deforming,
Mesmerzing us in its vile smell, its sweet essence,

Hail the butler, tell him to bring it forth,
Break open another bottle, celebrate another victory,
Join the force, drink another one to good fortune,

Dumbed you sit in the corner now, full and loathing,
The essence that brought you here, the vial that did this,
Thinking, contemplating...if only you could,
Look beyond the next star and see the sun shining forth,

Another day dawns, you wake to its bitter symphony,
Reach for the pungent, all but a mere convenience,
Leave the house and go out all in good joy,

The darkness brings with it another joy,
More friends more frolic in this insane circle,

Hail the butler, tell him to bring it forth,
Break open another bottle, celebrate another victory,
Join the force, drink another one to good fortune,

Lots of things seen, other missed in between,
Miseries gathered round, yet kept hidden,
You sit and weep, sleep another time,

The ghastliness lifts, leaving you behind,
Time to join the tirade, be the crowd,
Among the streets in the mountains of steel,
You seek solace and some peace of mind,
A well balanced sort of lust, a green veil for your eyes,

Back home, the butler is no more,
You call his name, futile,
Gather your robe and descend, into the pit once more,

Break open another bottle, celebrate another victory,
Join the force, drink another one to good fortune.

Isythica Kilburn

NIGH

Throught the winding streets of our life,
Guiding you through the lights,
Blinding you with his own,
Rising against your enemies,
Distancing you from your friends,
Leaving you with ecstasy,
A bitter pain unexplained,
Glancing over your shoulder, keeping your back,
Bethroing you to destiny,
A friend nigh,
But still a close approximation.

Haris Durrani

BOOM

In the endless streets of our time I found pain,
Roaming through the open grounds of our plains,
Racing with the wind I saw our tommorow,
Banging to the rhyme of a madman I saw our children,
Waking the dead with a whisper of vile I felt them,
In the silence of our dissonance I heard them defile,
The sweetness once thought pristine,
Hail the matyrs, the purveyors of our way,
Where are the men, where are the women,
Who are these insolent beings who crowd my street,
Sickening my heart, enraging my senses....

Isythica Kilburn

The Lion has many faces,
One to seek the meat,
Two to face the world,
Three to heal its soul,
Fourth to trap its own,
Mingled within its eyes,
Are intricasies well defined,
Beads of pain and sweat,
Flowing upon estuaries,
Boundless and open
Soliciting little flies,
Heaving my own weight,
Dancing a sting, to strike,
A little being struck down,
Windows bidden down,
Blogged by my own,
Hate feels me through,
Lights flowing in,
Style potrayed frayed,
Gums scarred by it all,
Like English split between,
Marriage and death all one,
Like dancing well done,
Killed to a trance,
Of dope and all,
Wine makes it go,
Resonance of the sky,
Ceiling, high society,
To decrease the waist,
A new manager,
An office biddled naked,
Clothes sufficed and loose,
Walk and run and dogs,
Society still dealt with,
Spent many years in Devi,
This guile will continue,
Fly through the heat,
I hail thee, new posts
I will not stutter,
Blocked forever I am,
From this silence

Isythica Kilburn

ROMANCE

Ways spread before me inumerable,
Many facets to a lie,
I strum the same old one,
To fight another denial,
The scent that stimulates,
Provokes the demon into the cave,
Leaves him helpless, subtle yet there,
An abash face that lathers emotions,
A gait forseen by the lotus,
Mingling with the crowd,
Unachieveable piece of mound,
So much to say with little in between,
Eyes that hold my gaze,
Hands that strike me numb,
Essence that runs deep below me,
Through the door into the real me,
Winds of fury ravelled,
Thrust into the cavern,
Nothing calls out,
To the lonely raven

SLOPE

Violent desires left behind,
Cocooned in a shell of gall,
Shattering parts of me upon the floor,
Chewing gum on the outskirts of sodom,
They judge me wrong, all too sad,
Breed one more on the slope,
Slip down the edge into doom,
Bitter havens again recoiled,
Leaving, heaving, lying,
Spent before the sun rises

TimeLine

Gazing through tinted glass,
Stinted by the light of our dim stars,
We saw our morrow,
Roaming the streets forlorn,
Numbed by our own sweet decay,
We felt our present,
Groaning on our hoarded bloat,
Gleaning with spite,
We wept our own past

BLASPHEMY

Molten skin falling,
A withering flesh I bear,
Scars and scabs cover me,
Death and sorrow summon me,
I look upto the sky,
To seek a false hope,
A leisure past, forgotten,
For justice skewed,
Calm abashed in its name,
Uncomprehending,
Never understanding,
I fire my guns,
For all to see,
To gain some brothers,
I question,
My own vitality

Isythica Kilburn

GUILE

On an isloated night, betrayed by kin,
I sit here lonely, struggling to become,
Rolling out syllables to the rhythm of a chime,
Hear the lolling of the crowds gone wild,
Slit between the paths that kept me going,
A memory passed since, like all in between,
Kill me now, my muscles bleed, they ache,
Acumen of a generation, felt as I sleep,
The rhythm grows weak, picks up again,
The utter sweetness, a pull senile,
It will drive me mad, this guile

Isythica Kilburn

EehVil

Grinding my soul to a misery,
Faulties of mind left behind,
On a road forlon, the forests of wrath
Enunciate the word, bring it out,
It follows you well, within a memory,
Like a barren root, struck form rite,
Rituals performed on outbidden grounds,
Demand my soul, a bitter exchange,
Hence the sword flies,
A battle lost

Isythica Kilburn

PIG

Shepherds of a different breed,
We question our creed,
In shadows of absolution,
We seek utter dissolution,
Married to a spark of angst,
Chastised by patrons of the dark totems,
In a village full of spite,
We live our lives, light and bright,
Forever we cannot run,
Amongst the light that does not shun,
The wisdom within us all,
Secreted within whom is the poisonous gall,
Will be the downfall of us all

Isythica Kilburn

Clear the skies,
Its time to theorize,
Paint the walls red,
The twentieth shall reveal,
A subtle curtain revoked,
Defoul, defile, delimit,
Face to the wall, Im being pushed,
Let me run free, face the facts,
Points of view, closets of satire,
Like a wheel going round,
Perturbed by the wind,
Dazzled by my own footlight,
Pouring out my soul,
Tuning it to a melody of lies,
Contriving my own world,
Losing my own society,
Tied to a rope leading north,
Flood my own solidarity,
Reading the lines once more

Isythica Kilburn

RAT

Mists of the world dealt one by one,
Something swallowed, something absorbed,
An unerving calmness envelopes,
The mind of the bearer,
Time to think, time to ponder,
Block the hither, see the yonder,
Used by few, abused by many,
A damning dust does settle,
On the heart of the holder,
Damn thee doth the beholder,
A moment' lapse worth the treason,
Alas just a moment recieved,
For all the dark felt

Isythica Kilburn

GRAY

There is much that surrouns,
Of a sudden reminds you,
The mists clear once more,
The gloom is here you all,
Cannot be told,
Forever enrolled, in a shell,
Of a pain, a cry of fire,
Listless among the blue desires,
Once a barren land of lore now flooded,
Waves of deciet felt, hatred rising within,
Lust that once was now,
A bitter sourness of the lip,
I stare at you and feel the pangs,
I look at you,
Shades of black I see again

Isythica Kilburn