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23 grudnia 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

Weaver

Never spoken, gentle such
Hope divine for want of too much
Still heart, bled dry, stories told
Cold eyes, stare dead, weary, old


Meek of soul, spine is bent
A lifetime of suffering.
His will is spent.
His head is light,
The sun is in his eyes.
His soul still bright
Soaring above it flies.


Tired sunsent, crawls to victory
And the last refuge
calls with all it's mystery
Sleep at last takes over his mind
And spreads a blanket.
Deep and in rhyme.


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1 grudnia 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

The Fall

We walk together,
this last turn of the black spiral.
My Shadow and I,
And reach our journey's end.
While far away and above life still thrives, 

Beneath, what we once were.
Lesser, broken...and faded imprints, 
Of what was once living, breathing flame.
Tired legs, refuse to carry us ashore.
And so we fall...with hollow eyes ever gazing upward, 
Looking for the wings that made us whole.

27 listopada 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

The Seventh Cycle

Clouds gather, 
Shadows rise, 
The hour deepens, 
Time flies.

Seven Days, 
And Seven Hours, 
Seven Weeks, 
And months of old.
Seven Ages, of an era gone
Come anon, The story goes.
Seven Seconds, 
And Seven Fevers...
Risen, broken and now we hold.
Seven times you read this Rhyme.
Seven Minutes to the Midnight Road.

Seven Kings, 
And Seven crowns, 
Seven gilded thrones of Gold.
Seven goblets, Rich with mead, 
And seven skulls for guests to see, 
Bleached bone, and holding wine, 
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27 listopada 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

Starborn, Return

Red seas, by red sand
Falling stars, in my hand,
Purple nights, velvet clouds,
Churning winds, rising howls,
Steps taken, forward, back
Paths chosen, white, black
Destinies burned, lives ended
Chaos crossed, a last sending

Beyond the years,
beyond the tears,
Returning at last,
To your embrace,
Familiar shores,
Familiar plains,
Familiar woes,
Familiar pains.

Fallings stars, in my hand.
Red seas, by red sand.

27 listopada 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

Echoes.

Dare, I dream...
Of Summers green,
And starlit skies,
A spring seen,
Of winter's snow,
And tears unknown,
Shed in joyous, silent dreams.

Dare I grasp,
A mortal's clasp,
And live, as able,
Those years at last,
To Love and lie,
beneath your smile,
To hold you close, hold you fast.

Dare I seem...
In arrogant blood,
To laugh on thee,
O' Fates unjust,
And will, my will,
Beyond this mist,
And sail a future, hence unseen.
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25 listopada 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

Windsong

Hear her roar,
in darker dreaming.
On moonshadow nights,
Red starlight gleaming,
Echoing, reeling.
Hear her whisper,
Songs a thousand and one,
Sway, if you can find it,
Rhythm, feeling.

The flow and the current,
Breathing eternal time's tale.
From ages past to rumored future
Her songs stll hail,
Ear to the wind,
You strain to hear,
Faint nothings,
from another year.
Until the stars like dust,
Burst and shimmer,
And the echoes of the wind,
grow louder, clearer.

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25 listopada 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

Lo Ki

Bedded, binded, chained, imprisoned,
Broken, beaten and battered through.
But I am the fire said he,
And fire you cannot contain,
burst out did he upon the stones,
and all the bells verily tolled.

Like spring wind, sun kissed
Blessed twice he rose
And very nearly escaped as a cloud
Yet there was no escape,
Prisons cast in eternity, after all do hold.

Why must you torment me?
Begged he, and slipped
and slithered and fell
like sand through the cracks
Until the shadows cast him back

Like silk, he whispered promises old
And tales of the faerie as he was told
But naught will his powers avail
For Time itself is the oldest tale.
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25 listopada 2011

poezja

Anirudh Singh
Anirudh Singh

The Oath

See I you as enemy mine,
Ancient hatreds of blood and kine,
See I you as enemy old,
Turned asunder with steel cold.

See these arms, and how they clench,
At the air between us with power bent.
A'Curse upon this passage yours,
Until the fated midnight hours.

Spit, I do at your fabled peace,
Your lies, your tales, your deciets.
No peace, between us enemies sworn.
only death and honor, Pride and scorn.

Avenged will be the slight of ancient days.
A deed to be chronicled in saga lays.
Ours shall be the end of ends to come.
When et'all our blades will be done.

Till bright the sun has dimmed at last,
your greatest age has come to pass,
And triumphed, high my lance still stands,
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