An elegy to the murdered voice.

It wasn't Reason, the voice that called,
It was something called Passion,
A muffled scream, a painful breath,
Then all was silent within.
I listened closer,forgetting to breathe
Waiting for the wind to stir.
Low murmurs, agitated whispers,
Some running steps I heard.
It grew louder and louder,
Until it seemed to ring in my ears.
Dark it was and a trifle too hot,
Yet I couldn't help but shiver.

Hearken. The footsteps again,
They were but a figment of my fear.
My palpitating heart beat loud and fast,
No man had stirred alas.

I hurried away from the murderous site,
Before someone should awake,
And scream with fear,
Murder! murder!
Someone lies dead here!
The elixir of life,
Shall remove the stains of death.
The instrument of my crime now,
Stains my souls ledger red.
"What have I done?
A person somewhere lies dead."
Don't mock me you devil.

You perpetrated the crime,
Your crimsoned hand says as much.
I stabbed her not once,
but twice... or thrice...
Provoked by a grudge.
I murdered Passion,
A young girl, tender of age,
An old grey wench like me.
And now the world will see
What a coward art thee.
You committed treason,
Passion was murdered by Reason.
Fie wench fie!
Murderer! Coward! Fool!

Get rid of the bloody tool,
Lest it confirms the treason,
That Passion was murdered by Reason.

Plus(+) minus(-)

Once a freebird,
Jovial and carefree,
Immature and inexperienced,
The quest for knowledge,
The urge to explore.

Unaware of the evil world,
Of the traps, the hunters,
The birds of prey,
The perils of the night,
The threats of the day.

Lost in her world,
Unbound, the blue sky above,
The green grass below,
A stream clear and gurgling,
The vast stretch of meadows.

No fear,
No hate,
No insecurities,
Nothing to lose,
Just pure innocent love.

Unaware and blissful,
With knowledge comes the fear,
The pain, the anguish,
The sorrow, the hate,
The bitter truths of life.

Where trust turns to doubt,
Faith to distress,
Joy to pain,
Love to hate,
Everything is to be blamed on fate.

Negativity... Negativity,
Where is the good lost,
A little shoot as it blossoms,
Is smothered by other crops,
Negativity... Negativity.

Hate, Anguish, Pain, Mistrust,
The good has crumbled to dust,
Think postive,
Positive!
Positive?

Think straight,
Think positive,
Where is the positive gone,
Negativity... Negativity,
Negativity all along.
-Nikita

The Forsaken one

In a small town,
A distant valley,
The wailing broke the silence,
A new born,
A pretty girl,
ope'd her eyes,
In the midst of Autumn.

Bright hazel colored eyes,
Stealing the hearts,
Of All who upon her gazed,
Her gurgling chuckles,
Her head of golden hair,
Her toothless smile,
Her parents dream come true.

They knew she would be special,
Different from the rest,
But li'l did they know,
Her life wouldn't be without suffering,
The initial years of her life,
She served and helped her fellow beings,
But the time for trial soon arrived.

She knew all along,
She was the forsaken one,
She was the forsaken nobody...
She wept and prayed,
While her friends didn't understand,
The turmoil that she was in,
The agony in her mind.

And then like Judas,
He betrayed her,
Inspite of all she had done for him,
He gave her the vicious kiss on her cheek,
And let the traitors take her prisoner,
For trivial goods like thirty pieces of silver,
In this case to prove his manhood.

They chained her,
Stripped her of her honour,
Flayed her with invisible whips,
Insulted her, spat upon her,
Cursed her for all the good she had done,
And then they crowned her with thorns,
The way that Christ was crowned.

Each friend turned foe,
Took turns to add a thorn to her crown,
Those who didn't join them,
Ran off for fear of being flayed,
And denied that they ever knew her,
Atleast she now knew,
Who she could call her own.

And then they Crucified her,
The Forsaken one...
And while she suffered,
Mocked her,
But li'l did they know.
That she would rise AGAIN,
BETTER THAN BEFORE...!!!

The Wait

The wait,
Those moments,
The split seconds,
Between anxiety and,
Total exhilaration.

Those pangs,
The stray flutters in the stomach,
The tensed, strained silence,
The eerie panic,
The sudden rush of thoughts.

A loud thumping within,
A distant drumming beyond,
A fit and start,
At each and every a sound,
The panic surmounts.

One split second,
To glory and fame,
One split second,
A tainted name,
Panic !!!

What !! when ?? how ??
The silence is too loud,
Cracking up from within,
Oh for that familiar sound,
There in none though now.

Panic !!
Patience flees its home,
A red hot passion now is in control,
Let go, let go, let me be,
Panic.. It's still got a hold.

Anxiety, and then the moment comes,
I'm glad I'm glad,
But the passion hasn't let go,
And then it erupts...
The ugly side of me.

Panic no more,
Furious and enraged,
A thoughtless spurn,
Spit and curse,
The passion finally begins to cool.

By the end,
The thoughtless, aimless darts,
Have finally begin to hurt,
Red hot passion now,
Is condensed to misty dew.

I can hear it,
The distant wailing,
The sighing, the terrified mutter,
I strain my ears and listen closer,
It seems to be from within.

The wait,
The tensed moments,
The split seconds,
The suppressed thoughts within,
Have only brought me pain...
Have only brought me pain !!