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