Dheni Aishi

BLOAT

Sentience judged by arbitrators of dissolution,
Separated from the continuim, bethroed to solace,
Unable to question this chastisement, dismayed,
Delluded, Debating a lost cause, helpless,
Surrounded by adjucators announcing me,
On the chair still struggling, feeling the heat,
Broken down now, devoid of will and want,
Questioning my own obduration, curling up,
I am lost again! Close to contravention,
Just a matter of time, I feel weary,
Must have tried a myriad ways,
A multitude times, all to no gain,
Nothing left to do now, just sit and observe,
See this being desecrate, a bearing pushed,
Along a path cast in iron

MUCH

Welling waves of pain and disdain,
A certain kind of curiousty arises,
DImming the light of of the higher kind,
Glowing candles shining through,
A tunnel bright in between,
That we will walk that path one day,
To stroll the pavement on the side,
Leaving habits, dwelling onwards,
Letting through a striking pain,
Shielding all that was before,
From the carthasis to be,
Like paintings left undone,
Rhythms of a different kind,
Making haste of a slow one,
The wheeler drags his load,
To drop it off by the side,
Lest the angst be too much,
The writer sheds his pen by the wayside...

UNDERSTOOD

Sweeping winds through barren lands,
Foaming surf rolling on the sands,
There is not much that divides,
Your reality from mine,
So what breeds in my mind and yours,
Doesn't differ much more,
From the rythm of it all,
Hold the chains, restrain the mind,
The binded chimes ring across,
The moon, the star and the guilded cross,
But the cane is ever swinging,
Beating down upon it once more!
The mellow whispers go on, they break the child,
Who once, understood it all....
NALALALALANALALALALALANALALALALA
Who once, understood it all....

SLIPPING

Dreams they keep coming,
Dreams they keep going,
The scenery flying by,
As I drive on this highway,
Filling the abyss of boredom,
Helping me ease by time,
They were once a blur,
Noise in a decorated frame,
Been on the road too long,
This never ending empty stretch,
Now I notice the clouds,
The trees and the mountains,
Hold me now, restrain me,
I fear my gaze shall wander,
Shall not stare the road anymore,
Shall not stand this constant flow,
This flow! Where does it go?
The roles are reversed now,
The road is a distraction,
From the blur outside the window

Blow your horn, flout your desires, they will do you no good,
All is lost now, you have crossed the line, we may never judge,
What was the use, what have you gained, you are estranged,
The praises no longer flow, the niceties have all but stopped,
You are standing, lone and forsaken, beaten and weary,
I thought you could stand it, thought you were strong,
My mistake I admit, it was an assumption, I must have been wrong.
Come back to my arms, I will embrace, I will pacify,
Angers within you, emotions rousing you, the hate inside you,
Take my advice now, think for a minute now,
You are betrayed, scolded and expunged, no one at your side now,
Come take my faith now, accept it all now, rugged and forceful,
Sanctuaries have been built for you, it was you who chose to ignore,
Many milestones and signs guided you there,
It was you who misled you,
Come back to my land now,
Come back to my faith now

In the sunshine that follows the gloom,
Below the watery covers of our faith,
Hidden, sheltered, kept from all,
TO dig below an utter blow,
Fires are burning, winds blowing,
To further our doom, we gather,
Dust from this plant in full bloom,
The pain sublime, mists cleared
Stabbed inside, I start to divide,
I try to divine, I try to find,
Something I think I never did have,
Buts days are remembered, When I was,
I used to be not so behind,
I was infact pristine,
The thing has left me now,
Left me for evermore,
Maybe I fail to grasp the full and fatal,
Meaning of it all,
The essence hidden in between the lines,
I have yet to remember the days that went,
Without a pine in between,,,

RIDDLE

You sold me a riddle, for a nickel and a dime,
To keep me digging in a pit, shovelling dirt,
To dirt turns to mud for me again,
I strive to understand,
Like being stuck in quickstand,
Falling ever so slightly, ever so lightly,
Kicking and pulling, struggling all so bodily,
Still I am falling ever so lightly,
Into this pit I am being sucked in ever so slowly,
Pawing my way, crawling my way,
Struggling to find my feet for the ground,
Deep down below Im pining and whining,
Never feeling, unknowing waiting for the sunrise,
To dry the sand to give me hold,
You knew me so well, you made me so weak,
You knew I would choose the other way,
Still falling down the hole again,
Staying still is my only friend,
You knew me so well, shame on you,
For sending me down the well again..

FEEL

The biased compass needle points north,
You left to your will shall never stray forth,
The mists scare you, your heart betrays you,
In your mind you know, emotions hold you back,
Questions that bewilder, answers that never come,
Coldblooded and stern you strive to be,
Soberity atained by leaving the mind behind.
The questions make sense now,
Wish you could think now,
Wish you could rip your heart out,
Wish you could make the feeling stop,
Then gloom settles in again, you stutter,
A higher one reaches down and pricks you,
In this world of dimensions, you have yet to feel,

COURSE

To buy the books and the pens to write with,
Travelled to the store by the parlor,
Next to the coffe house that served nightly,
Greeted friends on the way, lifted us high,
Who could have know, wanted to know,
To learn and educate, we were heading,
Filled up petrol and some gas,
Took some food to ease our hunger,
Left our mind empty to learn,
Entering the gate, the college was busy,
It seemed the course was popular,
The teacher was vicious, pushing and popular,
Took our seats, left our jokes behind,
Adopted silence to hear the thoughts,
Put out by the one who stood on the podium,
Questioned our minds out, yet accepted his word,
The teacher he was, we were paying for him,
We remember now, clearly, truely now,
The day we went to college, dressed and all,
To attend Satan's pathalogical course.

NEWS

Their stares, their talks, their point of view,
i stand on the street, a madman,
Estranged from this world, Not willing,
Not wanting to go back, To return,
I walk a different path, another road,
I tread a new tune, I forfeit my past,
The rebel glows within you too,
He calls out to be released,
You will not leave, do not want to,
This society, this world, this mind,
Who could have told, could have felt,
How the winds blew, how the leaves raked,
How you left, for a better place,
Left me alone, struggling, biting,
In this tolerance always wondering,
Whether the wind brings any news,
Whether the sun will rise my side

Something in the air tempts me,
Drives from me my senses,
Totals me to nothing at all,
Blinking in the light shining through,
Finding a clearing in the woods,
I still wander through,
Stuttering the same words,
Banging to the same rhyme,
I dream of white again...

Misled, disheveled yet it is bejewelled,
In the eyes of all praised and laden,
A stream of sonnets arouse it,
Beads strung in a necklace,
Binding around it,
We all wept its demise,
We all forsaw its emergence,
Yet we continue to contrive, someday,
From this torn talon shall arise a new man,
To bring us back to doom, he shall strive