Submissions by lovedboynick (Nishant Srivastava)

Arrrrggghh...
Whack him.. Whip 'em all
None shall be spared tonight
Didn't I ask you not to interfere,
Not to perplex the esoteric meanderings

Symphonic souls gather now
Curse these dippy victims
Life's not for them
Plunge the dagger deep into their hearts
Welcome to the biennial ceremony
Your wait ends, my followers
At the counts of diatribe, strike
The guillotine loves fresh blood
Lick the blades of execution

O Dark forces, come with acrimony
Act according to the natural law
For the Belial has risen
Rage is...

You held my hand as we walked
Across the smiling bridge with open wings
You took a step forward and turned back
To find me staring at you... an efficacy!

Blinded by that sparkled vicariousness,
I too, took a step forward
And Pulled you in my arms... Oh Love!
That impulse,the numbed mind, that instantaneous touch...

The bridge swung with a joyous mood
As your silky mane touched my lifeless cheek
Flowing in full fervor, the passion, timeless love, sweetened tears...
The grass was green and the waters, blue!

Hearts indeed bore...

See that place over there, yeah, of vile plethora
There he sits in a holy aura
Expanding his lungs while closing his eyes
Slowly breathing in and out, the smoky 'spies'.

Yes the 'spies'; they keep a watch on his blood
And quietly diffuse in it as they flood
With molecules frolicking in his enchanted brain
And the mind hiding behind his flowing mane.

While the spies chase his platelets to infect
Their paranormal attacks have begun the quest
For finding the essence of his fallen trance
There, he 's got up forcing his mane to dance....

I have written this poem with the storyline of the reaper speaking to the symbol of Christ with blows of hatred from his tongue for the injustice done to his image by the followers of the Christ during the 14th century. In the end, the reaper commands the raven sitting on his arm to begin the countdown & prepare for attack.So the reaper says:

Alright!
Finally I speak to you
In this crimson manifestation
Not at your will
Nevertheless at mine
Call it destiny or fate
Chance, luck or choice!

I wish to ground your head upside down
But my...