The last wail...

Which god will hear me?
Which master will steer me?
Which mother will touch me?
Clouds gathering clouds
Seas beneath seas
I cry for tears.

To which child have I sold my heart?
For what price have I earned my thought?
Weaving them a pompous wizard,
Declare the seen - bonafide.
Calling the juggler a juggler, I wrestle
But feeble a player I am in the alluring.

Unto which grief is this wail?
Which shore is in waiting?
Tell me you little girl.
Agitating is your play of seeming gay
Churning life to the hidden wrath.
Unveil, unveil, unveil - you little girl.

Many a Decembers have passed,
But dream after dream
Sun after sun
With roaring fury you chase
Only to be left unbitten.
How unworthy a prey I am!

Which song will I resonate?
Which poem will I carve?
For the yesterday has repeated.
Gasped have I a lot,
In fear of your hunt.
But inspiring scars untouched.

Oh! You little world -tear me apart,
Demolish such for the fear unfathomable!
You seen, wipe out your twin unseen.
For ages she has grown in my womb.
Eyes wicked, breasts sunk, words sore,
A thirsty witch she is as you are.

Forgive me not for I am under her spell.
Forgive me not for today we look alike.
Give me fame to zenith,
Give me my neighbours’ treasure,
Give me lustrous women to wolf,
Let me perish in this yearning abyss.






Whip, spit and mock but hear not my cry.
Thrust that cross and no shoulders to share.
Let blood ooze from every pore of mine
No mother of all my lives shall come to wipe.
Crown me those thorns, no heavens shall open,
For I have forgotten that I am the son of God.

In this paradise of thought I need no days
Bestow upon me that inevitable
Let thy yen for that deepen my lord!
Why chase this mirage for long?
See not my fear, grant me death.
Let thy yen for that deepen my lord!

Now that I wait for that hour,
Spare me from wine for I might sway.
Spare me from knowledge, I might think.
Spare me from love, I might fear.
Take me not to heavens, not to worlds unknown.
Take me forever unto you. Unto you.

Hither and thither I ran insane.
A ravenous beast in search of flesh
Ages away is my blissful home.
Ages away are my masters’ feet.
Here I return though dark it seems.
Hold me. I know no way, Father.