Page 2 of THE TOOLSHED

They don't have enough life

  But they never mind

  As their hunger gets satisfied

   

   

  The soldier never thought why he kills

  Terrorists rebuild

  Corpses left behind being shields

   

   

  Faces full of trust

  Cowering all over the place

  Dust covers his face

   

   

  Question without an answer exists

  Only existence could reveal

  Suicide of time will soon be seen

   

   

  When meltdown enters poor lives

  It shakes them but they survive

  Only thing that rages is science

   

   

  Potential of the madman sways

  He digs his grave early next day

  Scars from past barred astray

   

   

  Maybe I am right and truth you see

  Maybe I am wrong and you retreat

  Ghostword making universe limited

   

   

  Slaves can't enter the holy ground

  Tread mighty heights to reach my lair

  Out of control piercing blaze

   

   

  Pray god to answer devil

  A dying wish all you need

  To remember what mortality feels

   

   

  Hunt closer to the hills

  Preview forgotten memories

  Long awaited fate concealed

   

   

  The ghostword is locked in the toolshed

  It reveals the fundamental world

  Very few can enter alert

   

   

  The Lion and his minions secretly weep

  Their cries loud reveal nothing

  They show off while extending the ring

   

   

  Forgotten memories, turning dreams

  Enchanting with his toys from future

  The time traveller loses his timing

   

   

  Eternal trinity grips the greedy

  March into the battle field naked

  Righteous kill diffuse anarchy

   

   

  Death finished living unlimited

  Evil feeding till eternity

  Hidden from scarred destiny

   

   

  Faith arrives burdened

  Your reflections beckon

  Distribute old summons

   

   

  The place that should not be

  Impossible to create again

  Path of the prophecies blackened

  The Rising

  The Kayle to the Lion

  Slaves here are born to serve,

  To the Lion.

  There is no heed

  There is no fear

  Both follow the unforgiven,

  Lurking behind a prayer.

   

   

  Slaves wait for deliverance,

  Since hundred years.

  Something must be done

  But no one dares

  The book will come from heaven,

  When light hides the sun.

   

   

  I'm sent here by the unknown one

  Let my people breathe my demon

  I'll stay beneath the sea

  Screaming higher

  Feeding you my blood

  Shining red the bite.

   

   

  Darkness to days

  End this plague

  Hail to the liar

  He roams the grey grasslands

  Would slay the hand,

  That kills the chosen men.

   

   

  A juggler in a fair

  Bonded to the destroyer

  I'll soon declare end of the last

  I'll open the door

  To ultimate darkness

  This shall pass.

   

   

  The oppositioner

  The Kayle to Arindharans

  You don’t see what I am seeing

  You don’t hear what I am hearing

  Your imagination is keeping you,

  At the place where you are living

  They decide what you express

  It is done exactly how they want

  Their independence is limited

  They can punish but cannot teach

  God of this era is a freak

  How they are using you,

  Sometimes they let me see

   

   

  He takes what you should be granted

  He is being hidden from you by them

  And they are also hidden

  Your freedom of choice is created

  Only they know you are a human

  Others scowl at you with suspicion

  Liberty exists but as an exception

  The sham becomes a disposable one

  Extend the ring of freedom

  Evidences are worthless to the divine

  Don't let the voices shroud your mind.

   

    

  Paralyze my mind

  The Kayle to Arizel

  Hey you, the one of a kind

  Soften the words in my mind

  Come to me for real

  Help me win the deal

  Give this dog his share

  Release him.

   

   

  The dog committed this crime

  That brought him back to your time

  Show him your worries

  Tell him that story of those fairies,

  That brought him to his prime

  Feed him.

   

   

  I promise I won’t want you again

  I know you’ll stay till I rest in peace again

  Although you know I’ll rest in peace,

  Only when I find the one

  Our secrets force me to return

  I know god more than my weapon.

   

   

  What they thought is not what they think now

  And I’ll never give away my golden plough

  Maybe you are right,

  I’ll die without your vow

  And your suffering has made me alone

  Only my wanderings are known.

   

   

  We all received out of pure

  Those who knew us,

  Don’t know us anymore

  Those who never knew us,

  1would want more than they are given

  About us, they have always been mistaken.

   

   

  Following is tougher than searching a Jaeger

  In one second I am a god,

  In another I am a beggar

  To be with them I disguise myself as a pauper

  Alas, neither I can trust God more than your sign,

  nor can I smile benign.

   

   

  Let your freedom begin

  Stop this conspiracy beckoning

  The dog once gave up his bone,

  For your slippers that shone

  Which he thought went missing

  Unleash him.

   

   

  It does not matter

  Nothing matters

  Even if I die

  One thing I care for,

  Is what we leave behind

  Girl, paralyze my mind.

   

   

  And may you pass in all his tests

  Arindharans don’t have a clue,

  They try to put me to rest

  No machine can break the code I follow

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  My code brings me pure gold

  I am the richest man in the whole world.

   

   

  I was born deaf but I found god

  I harvested the reaping of my loss

  Shrusim showed me a way to summon

  The newborns of Arindhara in their sleep,

  They thought I was a ghost in their dreaming

  I called our meeting place the Sysandria dynasty

  It lay in the barren half of Silent forest of dreams.

   

  ***

   

  The Kayle told the newborns, "The Lion released Shrusim; in exchange I let him take my body which was stronger than his. He needs it to travel to different lands to slay the golden eggs hidden by Ventriloquist which will become dragons and destroy the world, while I rested bodiless inside any cave in the Silent Forest of Dreams with Shrusim. When I get my body, I go to Arindhara. The Arindharans who are under the spell of Ventriloquist think I am the Lion. I promised Astrologer that I will emancipate Arindharans from Ventriloquist’s control, but now I am powerless because of the Lion. I was raised by my master to become something which no one even I didn’t knew until I became that, but he did something which made Ventriloquist think that I was, even when I was not. My master is the only one who knows how to make me sleep, preventing the Lion from taking my body. My nightmares become my only memories."

   

  "When I met Shrusim in the Silent Forest for the first time, she said to me, “You are an only Kayle who is present in Arindhara that is why the Ventriloquist gives you misery through entities and elements of Arindhara, it makes him stronger, but forces far stronger than him have saved you till now. Arindharans knew everything about the Kayles before Arindhara was incarcerated by the Ventriloquist’s machine. Now today no one knows who or what a Kayle is, they can use only less than half of their free will. They follow Ventriloquist’s orders and remember only that which he wants them to. But the machine has no control over the Kayles and the newborns of all living entities of Arindhara.”

   

   

  She gave me a magic Sysandria stone and told that it was a piece of the Prophesier she stole from the Lion of Silent forest of dreams. It had many powers but I knew only one that it could summon the souls of all the newborns of Arindhara and take them to the barren half of silent forest of dreams called grey grasslands whenever I wanted. Some of them became like Shrusim and started moving between the two realms, they used to call themselves the infants, when they grow into adults the Ventriloquist’s machine influence them and they forget everything and become minions of the ventriloquist."

   

   

   

  Doppelganger

  The Kayle to newborns of Arindhara

  While I am wandering in the valleys of lore,

  He is sleeping in the essence of Christ.

   

   

  When I died in the lonesome skies,

  He was born in a world full of lies.

   

   

  When I reached the silent forest of dreams,

  He drowned inside the abyss of her trapestine eyes.

   

   

  My past was his future his past used to be my future,

  But no one ever caught us except our master.

   

   

  If I don’t destroy, he can never find,

  His time flows converse than mine.

   

   

  After we together cried,

  We marched for the final fight.

   

   

  In the end, I’ll be him

  He’ll be thine.

  Vasitven

  The Kayle to Ventriloquist

  What you think I am, I was

  What you thought I was, now I am

   

   

  I am a slave of my master

  They are your slaves

  The power of attorney oscillates

  Trust me the master and the slave

  I am not to be trusted

  The rotations cause me divergent pain

   

   

  The thought which controls life,

  Lies in the brevity of the trusted

  Me and my god often die

  The demon who resides inside you,

  He tells you that this fading Déjà Vu,

  Occurs when your god make my bed

   

   

  My master pretends to be someone like you

  You see him cleaning my lair seeing red

  Are you aware he serves you?

  I’ll be the servant till I am seen

  And promise on this path I‘ll tread

  Until I trap you in your machine

   

   

  My master killed my demon long ago

  But I was left broken

  My demon had made my wife a widow

  Among all, none I’ve encountered,

  Whom I judged to be better than my anonymous

  When I find myself, I sleep till he lurks

   

  ***

   

  Vasitven said, “Never depend on time it might betray you. Remember reality lies in your heart not outside. The sadness and happiness is real but the reason behind them is an illusion. The things which you don’t know, when you come to know them, you won’t know that you have known them since you’ve known time, even before. Only who completes the Timebook of clocks truthfully, realizes this when he gets emancipated. He wields the power and becomes sublime. He knows whom he must protect, and whom he must decline. What he receives he returns more and in the right time. Justice is the purpose of the divine. What remain the dreams or the reality you will find”,

   

   

   

   

  God Player

  The Kayle to Shrusim

  The party got over leaving you forlorn

  I found myself naked and alone

  After a cup of tea you came

  And draped me in your flames

  Those flames I never removed

  They kept me confused.

   

   

  I swam across the river

  To catch you before you shivered

  When I reached the bank

  You sank your master in the sand

  I found you down in the abyss

  And we entered the forest

   

   

  When you left me alone in the rain

  I wondered you were playing a game

  I was watching you play impishly,

  When your master took you away

  You knew I will follow you

  But I couldn’t catch you, to my dismay.

   

   

  Your master trained you to run from me

  Beguiling meadows lead me towards you

  As the spell faded to nada,

  You ran to him to get your answer

  You didn’t open the gift he left for you

  I made him your doppelganger.

   

   

  Reminiscing that dream of brothers,

  I freed you from your master’s sin

  Now he touches your suddenly suave lips

  Thinking, you are aware of him

  Before your master chose you,

  Your master loved my saviour.

   

   

  Shapes are illusions for our kind

  Lost alone in this city of blinds

  Racing ahead of their time

  I broke the unbreakable

  I averted the inevitable

  And dreamed a dream undreamable

   

   

  I hear the echo of my thoughts

  Those who believe this will be thought

  After they cross their b
ridge of thoughts

  Leaving her behind, I entered the forest

  I was ensnared by the thick fog

  She always stayed close to make me laugh

   

   

  He cannot walk like others

  So he grabs her fingers

  He watches her silently in the game

  He is a warrior without name

  Always taking the rebel’s blame

  The old and lame call him ‘Vasitven’

   

   

  Faith

   

  The formidable power of devil

  Will give you whatever is your will

  Praying God will not save you from him

  Resisting the wrong and not giving up will

  When you find solace in evil

  When you realize the lives they offer

  That day your faith falters

  And your madness, leads you to your disaster

   

   

  But god is always reasonable

  He doesn’t grant wishes like the devil

  He will listen to you forever

  Will show you ways to make it better

  If you come astray from the path of the devil

  Unlike the mortals he will not deny you shelter

  He possesses something which devil may never

  Love for this universe

   

   

  Life of Death

   

  The Kayle to Arindharans

  I’ am falling down this never ending cliff

  I never thought life would be so stiff

  When you shoot your arrow

  I climb on the nest of the sparrow

  I was in a delusion that there are no ties

  No one believed or understood my cries

   

   

  Whenever I get drenched in my blue rhythm

  I can control one system of wisdom

  Trying to measure the length of the snake,

  Got lost inside the compartments of my brain

  The mystifying art of my master made me resistant

  I wait for the day he'll sell me to merchants

   

   

  Trying to bide their time in this story

  I found out that barbarians are thinking,

  'Who will be the bounty?'

  I tried to find out the meaning behind our gestures

  I failed surreptitiously

  And fell in labyrinths of gravid gutters

   

   

  Fill this deep hole with rosy water

  You will be baptized when you die for a quarter

  Searching for the utopian,

  Swinging across the sky emitting fury of ashes

  And contemplating over the rag picker’s timelessness

  I was surrounded by a continuum of seven dimensions

   

   

  I was tired of moving from station to station

  Radio waves causing discrimination

  The fragrance brings back the memories of my master

  Sometimes I do what I have seen

  Sometimes I see what I have done

   

   

  When I go to a new constellation

  I figure out sooner or later

  It is impossible to handle the situation

  Against their mighty cannons of dignity

  The book that Arizel had gifted me,

  Always save me from extinction

   

   

  For some I grow late for some it’s early

  The game started when I was found

  In the silent forest of dreams as a clown

  There animals worked to build my future

  Because of the lion’s avarice for the treasure

  In deciding what to do I withered

   

   

  Guarded by the pygmies

  Lay the treasure known as "The prophesier"

  Trust is a treasure of every soul that entire universe seeks

 
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