My Friend of Misery

My Friend of misery, 

I like it when you cry.

For in your sorrow lies my peace,

watching your tears roll by.

O' my friend of misery,

your joy lies in chains,

held in the abyss of melancholy,

forged in the fires of my purpose-your pain.

Dearest friend of misery,

do accept my embrace.

My solace is that of lies,

my heart beats within a crystal case.

Seeking serenity, my friend of misery,

you pursue the light.

Unaware of your eternal companion,

the vector of blight.

I am your hex my miserable friend,

your misery is my feast,

in your suffering my purpose lies,

whilst with folded hands, you beseech the East.

Take heart, my fallen companion,

the Reaper shall soon, His summons send.

For only in your afterlife,

shall our companionship end.

- Askios

(After a very long time

22-Nov-2013, 12.00 AM)

Four months to this day.

As she awaits in her earnest breath,

the chaos awakened Suns to set,

her starry eyes recite a dream,

in silent moonlights, of treasures unseen.

The poetry in her smile, drew a heave,

in the shadows of her heart, did she some magic weave?

Expanding minds of nurturing trait,

enlivening divinity of her slender gait.

On a wish afloat, she dived in deep,
Of simple pleasures and her beauty sleep.
Unburdened, unaware and out of her way.
aiding the ones fallen astray.

'Tis her charm that wooed my heart.
gifted innocence, values steadfast.
 Unequaled zest, she's beyond compare,
for even the Sun's glory has spots to spare.

Beyond the sights of common men,
while my mind still twists and bends,
For Sam, my soul I would rend
and so this verse now would end.

-Askios
(Started somewhere around Jan '13, ended in July '13.)

High Tides: Dented

Of twists and turns, the fates unfold.
Glacial breeze of lives foretold.
Twist me, churn me
Wring me from my withering soul.
Born unto a fate, squeeze me cold.
For the poetry is lost, the essence sold.
Trapped in a symmetry, trips of the old
Featureless fantasies fallacies behold.
Dented and hollowed, remorse aholds.


Sorry.

Lesser.

What inspires, Ro?

Need that split second spark to know.

I see her in my breath,

slowly wafting to my mind,

the easiest hope you may never find.

 She urges me, to try some more,

till the path's blurry and I know where to go.

With an ease her prophecies lie,

holding my hand, looking me in the eye.

Oh but she never leaves, you have to know.

Drag her , rend her, whatever you try.

Lit like a phoenix she's here to stay,

for even in ash, she never goes away.

You and I, of a common lot,

where lies the end of untangled knots,

Blind stars of fortune, heed our way,

to whatever end, glory or dismay.

This day was foretold by the wise of the past,

hold no grudge, stand steadfast.

In one hand lies her ember of false bliss,

doused in lust, an enchanting kiss.

And the other one holds the hope of better,

between you and I, she's the lesser.

-Askios

(10-Feb-2013, 12.00 a.m.)

High Tides: Ethereal

The real ethereal..

Presence of a ghost.

A silent host..

A chill wind blown down a soul.

A spectral presence,

down the funeral home.

Surreal wish, but of nothing, mere ethereal.

A sweet dagger thrusted inside,

the gentle hands of a seductress, heavenly reside

A wish of lust and yet nothing, 

but of mere ethereal....

Figures of absence,
and the strength of steel.
First, wisps of real,
then sullen ethereal.
Heathen presence of the pasts conceal,
a morsel of truth,  the rest ethereal.

Into the light, I humbly stand,
with a bow of the head, a wish in my hand.
A wish, to once and forever reveal..
Truth is throughout unreal,
all is but One....Ethereal.

-Askios

P.S.: Very fond of that word 'ethereal'. Again, dunno when I wrote this. Got high, that word came to mind and everything else was .....ETHEREAL.

High Tides: Trip through a mirchi

('Mirchi' is the hindi word for 'Chillies/Pepper'.)

A trip through a mirchi,

a bite she does,

an invisible buzz.

Secretly,

a trip through a mirchi.

A pain in bliss,

a vengeful hiss.

A sweet and sour cut,

she burns my effigy.

A high moon tide,

an infernal ride,
her spectral synergy,

a trip through a mirchi.

A devilrous curse,

a poisoned hearse,

ancient poetic verse,

a psalmic energy,

my trip through a mirchi.

Soul searing lava,

my life through java.

Requisite Fire,

that abridged much higher,

you stroll my syllable 'E'

my trip through a mirchi.

As you now fade,

to an immense serenade,

I bind my devilry,

it's a trip through a mirchi,

a fine trip through a mirchi.

A poisonous form,

in the physical form of a mercurial banshee,

of a diligent scythe,

an ominous  vibe,

eternal riff yet a subliminal rife,

a trip through a mirchi.

-Askios

P.S.:Dunno when I wrote this. I was high and decided to chow down on a chilly/pepper and that somehow amplified the trip..thus the name.

Nature.

So you built your houses, harvested your food,

earned your wealth and bore your brood.

You sold your sweat, and tears for a cost,

never a thought to the one who really lost.

Now as you rest in your final recline,

With empty hearts, hands that never declined,

The hour has come, to repay your debt,

I am Nature, you owe me a death.

-Askios

Whisky Tango Foxtrot!

Who?

Who possesses you?

Who killed you?

Who owns your soul?

Why?

Why did you fly?

Why were you alive?

Why doth death don a flirtatious mole?

Where?

Where are your eyes?

Where be the million smiles?

Where is the Lady who found her dole?

When?

When did you fence your happy sublime?

When did you devil with dine?

 When did you sway 'pon gallows pole?

Whisky.

Who stole my peg?

Where stopped my dreadful tread?

What swooped into this blighted hole?

Tango.

What did you say?

When you looked dismay.

"Would life ever find its true blue goal?"

Foxtrot.

Would you ever live for once?

Where the light doth, melancholy shuns.

When the heavens, your elegance extol.

-Askios
(12-Sept-2012)
(typed "Who" on a blank post by mistake and decided to see it to the end. )

Low (Etzz Version.)

  Bright as a dream and a heart of gold.

To every wish's end, would her means unfold.
 'twas her wish, like a speck to flow,

Twisted and twirled into Zephyr's soft blow.
O' dear Heavens! She settled for low.

Cried the heavens.."She settled for so less!".
Her gifted wits, she traded for a dress.
Bought a minute's mirth, escaped the wailing weeks,
Relished her cheer, ignoring life's shrieks.

But who in world could advise the wise,
 leading themselves to an ironic demise.
Treading the desert, in search of snow,
Sigh heaved the heavens,

"She settled for so low!"

/*reader AnonEtzz version begins here*/

He possessed her heart,
She possessed his tears,
He possessed her world
Including her fears.

Broken mirrors,
Pricelessly pieced.
Once she was one,
Then she decreased.

A thousand songs were dedicated,
And then some more.
It always fell short,
He made her soar.

They thought her wise,
When they came to know..
Then Tut-tuted at the heavens,
Coz she settled for so low.

But never was it about settling,
Forget about it being low,
She was in it for the long haul,
She was here to see it grow.

There are times her effort breaks,
When the hibernation ends.
With the animosity gone,
It's time to become friends.

But every once in a while
Out come her silver linings,
When she basks in the afterglow
Of its unassuming Humble beginnings.

- AnonEtzz

This is an extended version (read better version) of Low. I loved it and wanted to share. (I posted my version above the AnonEtzz version because it sort of extends it. Besides that, AnonEtzz holds her own ground and identity.)

Gather to Scatter (You and I)..

You and I are lot alike,
whilst I pray, your eyes glow bright.
In the silence of the night,
whilst you weep, I blind my sight.

You and I are lot alike,
whilst you rise to feed your plight,
I search for things, you dreamt last night.
Hiding from pain incognito,
I urge your heart, to let it's rage flow.

Though you and I,
we never seemed right,
the Gift you have, only The Holy might.
Though a withered leaf through the wind I be,
I know what green, dwells within the seed.

Through the ruins, I offer my hand,
to save your essence, from quicksand.
Over your walls, I sling this rope,
slay your demons, there's never 'no hope'.

Minds were never meant,
to be anchored ashore.
Plunge deep down,
into your white hot core.

You and I are lot alike,
let reasons die,
whilst meanings bear light.


- Askios
(Written on - 13/12/2011, 4:28 AM IST)