In Nigriora Latere

(The Darker Side)

Compassion is something that never wanders,

rage becomes the most faithful companion,

this is the virtue on which the mind ponders,

now there's no way to escape this canyon.

The rain of hope falls slowly upon us,

but always is leaving behind a blurred vision,

the past has merely abducted the trust,

again has left us to face the altercations.

The Endless Journey

In every peculiar circumstance,
I continue the voyage,
the little drops of sweat dance,
all along and provoke my rage.

To begin with this agile situation,
I linger on to become erudite,
being meticulous is my station,
in order to escape this height.

With no vanishing point the road goes on,
meeting the horizons is what I aspire,
the virtues that have brought a new dawn,
now lighten me up with ice and fire. 

The Emptiness Within Me.

Being accustomed to this emptiness was my motive,
what I gain is vicinity to this curse,
this trance is somewhat protective,
but has turned the situation more worse.

The fear from consequences has beset my mindedness,
the present scenario is cloying,
this volatile situation is gradually becoming a mess,
and now proves to be annoying.

The school of thought reckons us to linger for a call,
so I try to curb things in a nutshell,
at the end I earn a big fall,
which ironically has enlightened my mind to dwell.