Page 3 of THE TOOLSHED


  Spend all to survive in these realms

  You are a crop which dies when it gives a seed

  Make a choice for your greed

   

   

  My stories are a lesson my stories are a joke

  They take a lucky draw the prize is my corpse

  The beast appears when you bloom

  Then unlucky ones are doomed

  A holocaust and I shift to next seat

  For some time senses will reel

   

   

  We walk on a stairway carrying a ladder

  Far in the woods trees swing along with my head

  On the music that I chatter

  Because of me some get infamous some get better

  Searching sound in sound I walked headless near the pier

  Love is spent on every life killer of hate appear

   

   

  Still sometimes I find myself in my déjàvu

  I can’t count my black boxes inside you

  I have witnessed once the arrival of the ventriloquist,

  The wind is dragging me again to the feast

  When I'm in the world inside mirrors

  I hear the same verse whenever my sword slithers

   

   

  Memory shroud the beating mirror

  On the basis of your behaviour

  You will be assigned a chore,

  To earn in the fields of lore

  Then you’ll camp in the valley of darkness

  Where the years are seconds with suns galore

   

   

  One deed has many thoughts

  Creed is the main root of pros

  Don’t show your love for the gin

  The vial is empty made of lead

  One who gets drunk will follow me next

  I reside in my mind crashing every set

   

   

  He is here a master there a paranoid

  And far away he is a hypothetical screen

  Even blinking is dancing in this dream

  The hole that you dig is endless,

  When I dug mine I found power is a hungry guest

  If I use more my wounds will not rest

   

   

  I follow the call, something doesn’t want me to

  I still get amazed at times

  When I have to catch children’s stones,

  When the master throws arrows and bones,

  When I get to sit on the throne,

  And when this dog is sent home

   

   

  My quest echoes led by the sunrise

  Then in the distant horizon I see someone cry

  Those creepy things she does

  Make me remember us

  And when I forget what she has done,

  I’ll ask her to cast that spell of hers again

   

   

  The sea catches the sun to let her sleep

  The sun frees itself to watch her weep

  She would march with time

  Till the dawn of eternity

  She is a Queen of that game

  In which a pawn has become the King.

  Lonesome star

   

  Hides your soul your body suffers

  Both stay close but never together

  Soul has secrets of entire universe

  Thinking the body has enslaved it

  It hides all the secrets except love.

   

   

  Wondering it takes away the pain

  The soul takes the body far away

  Your body is the only thing awake

  Body stops its search for the soul

  And taking rest, dreams of home.

   

   

  Where actions deceive intentions,

  They get sad from things they lost

  I grieve for the roads I never trod

  They are happy for their winnings

  I am for what I would be receiving.

   

  Here and beyond

  Astrologer to the Kayle

  Darkness ends light, light ends darkness

  Death being the only bliss

  You cannot sense

   

   

  God is saving you devil is wasting you

  Pain will anyhow find you

  Happiness will too

   

   

  To find the answer you need not hide

  You have survived till here

  You are doing right

   

   

  You will get more than you will need

  Kind and generous will live

  Greedy is deceived

   

   

  One day you will find all that you lost

  It’ll stay if you earned well

  All sufferings cost

   

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  Astrologer said, "When the youngest Kayle is happy it results in such situations that all the good entities of Arindhara grow happy in their lives, proportionally to his happiness and the evil ones find sadness in their lives, again proportionally to his happiness. The intensity of the emotion depends upon the goodness and the evil of the Arindharans’ nature. When the youngest Kayle is in pain it creates such circumstances in the lives of good and evil entities of the universe that good ones experience pain and evil ones find happiness proportionally to his pain. When he is at peace none of the entities are affected, but the forces of devil get weaker and it becomes easier for the Arindharan entities to elude the devil. In the newborns of Arindhara it is different, they stay uninfluenced. The sadness and the happiness which is caused by a Kayle are deeper than the sadness and the happiness which happened in people not by virtue of him.

   

   

  Kayles do not age. When Kayles choose to leave their bodies, they reach in Sysandria. From Sysandria they keep eye on everything occurring in Arindhara and the Silent Forest of Dreams. They can go anywhere, in the Silent Forest or Arindhara from Sysandria and come back. But they cannot take their Sysandrian bodies. They can only reside inside a host body which will not know about their existence. They do so to help entities of the Silent Forest and Arindhara. Once a Kayle reaches Sysandria then only a Kayle can identify that Kayle outside Sysandria. Since the rising of the Lion no Kayle had left Sysandria by fear of getting trapped in the Prophesier."

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  Pair of walls

   

  The Kayle to newborns of Arindhara

  I give peace to the animals

  They stay and work for me

  They believe I am their source of fiction

  Leads them to the reason of seduction

  Only Arizel cries for the fading sun

  Our past in our future she waits to see

  Undertaking the funerals keeps me relieved

  The ghostword is as infinite as this universe

  The last line I wrote on the wall,

  Became a part of the statue sitting at the altar

  When you blend the Timebook of the clocks,

  Time will turn the bane into boon

  And the maniac will again whistle,

  Ghostword written on the Satan’s rune

   

  Heretofore

  The Kayle to Arizel

  Breaking the silence once more

  I call the devil to play with me as I am bored

  Placing his withered body on my door

  He carefully ignites the wild thyme

  His snivelling make me play my old chime

  I play umpteen songs of war

  Which I had not known before

  We both gore ourselves to und
erscore the yore

   

   

  Bending the notions of a secure

  I have erased the slate of time

  Manipulating all the split personalities of mine

  I tarried after clearing mountains galore

  When I will come two will be freed

  The one who loved the one who’ll bleed

  Like life and death I will come once forever

  The sloop of war had a flip sided girth

   

   

  I have accumulated so much wealth in my hearth

  By the actions of my foes as well as my loved ones

  Little by devouring a lucid birth,

  I will spend it all at the fair on shooting guns

  The bullets fired would be idolized thenceforth

  None would reap the eradication of a billion suns

  Before your master chose you he loved my saviour

  I averted the inevitable to dream a dream undreamable

   

   

   

   

  Ghostword

  Arizel to the Kayle

  You can't see me with your eyes

  I am outside you are inside

  When we meet it feels like a lie

  I don’t know why I feel you

  Leave me and you’ll forget me

  You’ll reach where you used to be

   

   

  The time, the matter and the energy

  Neither gets born nor do they expire

  The universe like pain can’t be measured

  Life can’t be the truth, death can’t be the liar

  Nothing here is exceptional except the unknown

  His weapon is memory alone

   

   

  His anti is the pauper

  Devil’s existence makes him improper

  Now you can’t get any tenants

  As everyone else is blinded

  Believe me if they weren’t

  They’d had found you and became enlightened.

   

   

  Discover your duty

  Play for the secret audience

  I’ll see you and you’ll see me

  That will end this mutiny

  Love is the only thief,

  That defeats the meditating beast.

   

   

  Reach me after I am gone

  Here everyone is alone

  And when the deaf becomes mute

  The mirror will finally see the news

  Everyone will become illiterate except you

  These worlds are mine, and yours too.

   

   

  "His followers you should go ahead

  Who want to go back must carry hope

  I will not know what you chose

  Believe you aren't alone in this muse

  Don’t waste yourself for the statues

  Find that body which can't be bruised".

   

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  Ghostword was like a word problem which had so many hints to be solved but no one could solve it except an illiterate who didn’t know how to write or read.

   

  ***

   

  Once

  The Kayle to Ventriloquist

  I follow your signs to extremes

  I chase you when I am awake

  I chase you in my dreams

  I don’t want to but it's involuntary

   

   

  When I will come two will be freed

  The one who loved and the one who will bleed

  Teachers of the truth will flee

  They’ll find none is getting deceived

   

   

  I kill the demons instantly

  For me torturing is not a necessity

  Till I am here suicide none will try

  As they know if they do they won't die

   

   

  Like life and death I will come once forever

  Everything return back knows the gardener

  He grows many different plants in the yard

  A wandering grain seeks one floret

   

   

  He dies or leaves depends on the chants

  But if he gets the pardon

  Those who hid behind their religion

  Will never be able to wear pants

   

   

  Some really loved him

  Some pretended that they loved him

  Some didn’t love him

  Some pretended that they didn’t love him

   

   

  But no one could live without him

  And only one knew who he was

  The one who is now with him

  She long ago accepted his sin

   

   

   

  The Gathering

  The Kayle to newborns of Arindhara

  Hello, I am back

  Those who are new,

  need not listen when the bones clatter

  I know you are perplexed

  Bienvenue to my secret place

  You can now darken the room

  It’s time for a ghostword tune

  My wings are unchained,

  under her incandescence

  Do what you are told by the infants.

   

   

  Those who were windswept just now

  They went to buy a tongue to whisper,

  With the gold they earned here

  One day you might join the fire

  I will keep coming in the same attire

  I do that to you as soon you will join them

  And when you help me in my quest,

  One day I'll take you to the other half of the forest.

  And then bestowing upon you the powers,

  To woo the Arindharan blizzards,

  I’ll move ahead to find where Vasitven rests.

  You will never know my name,

  Infants call me Vasitven.

   

   

  The newborns which are blind,

  Cannot hear me as they live the puppeteer’s life

  I read their palms and tell their fortune,

  The way the astrologer taught me at home.

  They always laugh and become the nature,

  Salvaging those whom ventriloquist prune.

  For me my master is like an unfinished chapter

  I say magic words whenever I see his miracle,

  Shrusim and her lads stay magical

  “Hannad navaer!!"

  Newborns

   

  The Kayle to animals of Silent Forest of Dreams

  Soon after they left their homeland,

  They found themselves drowning in quick sand.

  To come out from that muddy land,

  She offered them her golden hand.

  They were skilled riders,

  On the run to a secret river

  They hear footsteps of soldiers approaching them

  Times were tough for the teachers then

  They had one day at a time

  At eventide they moved to different circles.

   

   

  Journalists travelling in a forest

  Use twigs and feathers to feed the saddest

  They make tools and shelters

  Giving us dreams of sculptures

  The war is not for the chair

  It’s a matter of rules we prepared

  They thought they need more like them

  So they kept checking in Sysandria

  Astonished horses go after the itching mare

  The soldiers soon found their lair

   

   

  Roll No.14 has much to learn

  Roll no.23 is the Aphrodites’s son

  Roll no.27 wants a gun


  They all look lovely and weird

  Smoking inside the class with illusive chairs

  Travellers test them for a higher calling

  And they don’t want to leave these darlings

  Roll no.14 wanted to tell his story of gold

  The teachers killed his curiosity,

  But they couldn't witness his bold entry.

   

   

  They have always been unfit for this world

  Arizel is a Penelope for these lads

  They feel glad to buy her new hats

  Students get nightmares when they are in bed,

  Sysandria dynasty keeps them well.

  We don’t know whom shall we choose,

  So that we could turn the pauper into a king,

  We live in a world full of echoes of him

  Silent forest of dreams gives us enough,

  A period of your past or a run-over your future turf.

   

   

   

  The hive of five

   

  The Kayle to newborns of Arindhara

  They stay ahead in the game

  They get all the fame

  Hands behind the names

  Play together near the Ganges.

   

   

  Students are exchanging the teachers

  For a pair of flying feathers

  Vasitvens use people for their dirty work

  Their time machine helps them to stay alert

   

   

  Teacher shows mercy on children

  Seldom realizes that he is their means of fun

  But he seeks the potential that becomes clairvoyant

  He takes for himself the ignorance.

   

   

  It’s very hard for the children

  To find the real master

  Children quote Pink Floyd

  But without having a clue, what a disaster

   

   

  Three students, one never waits but is clever

  Another patient one but isn’t that great

  The third never listens to a word teacher says

  Their fights make hard to learn yonder.

   

   

  Hiding face in the sunshine he enjoys the moods

  While his student makes devil’s tools

  One life will become others karma

  Contraption dogma an enigma.

   

   

  Rest of students wonder if it’s devotion or desire

  They sometimes listen to the wails of the beast

  Nobody knows is it a bane or a boon?

  Destiny breeds with divine pyre.

   

   

  If the future is a timed affair

  Wonder whether there will be a fare

  They'll know the intent isn’t’ there

  Then they'll follow God's literature.

   

   

  When they couldn’t find there their brethren

  Finding someone else in their master's guise

  Singing their anthem they all rebel

  They retreat when the one rings the bell.

   

   

  Only one exists among a zillion

  He changes the machine into minions

  Stirring multiple systems of incarceration,

  The river is filling dreams of emancipated ones.

   

   

  We all are out of signs

  Turning blood into wine

  I never got lost at heights going back is my decision,

  To find the agony clothed three unforgiven.

   

   

  You gave your power to the machines

  Now you come here to ask me

  Choose one of the two oppositions

  Machines covering my dirty deeds.

   

   

 
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