Lake Fritha

Act I

Heathen:

"Oh the wonders the lord creates

These marvels for which to conjure, he deigns

This pastoral beauty around me

sings to me, a solemn yet soothing madrigal

while the sun shines in all its glory

This truth we all see

But I shall never forget!

But for a moment

for all but a fleeting moment

The sky goes dark

Coldness engulfs the plains

The sun bears a cold white mask

Birds scamper to their burrows

The wolves howl

Is this the end?

Has God forsaken us?

Is this the inevitable damnation we brought upon us?

Will the earth devour us all?

Will the sky fall upon us?

Will the mountains run off?

Will the lakes turn crimson?

But then

the crescent rays appear

Solstafir!

It is not over..

..yet

We have escaped the weight of darkness..

To drown in another, solemn nihil.

Act II

Mount of Tormod:

"I am the one

the protector of my love

from every evil..

every repugnant soul

I see cold disregard

this pillaging I witness

Fritha...(cold whispers)

Bloody tears I shed

for those damned, will suffer

With icy hands I bury my love

Her tomb damp with my piercing tears

Snow falls on these wounds

My tears shall never freeze

for they will live on forever

with her sacred, virgin soul..

Act III

Fritha:

"Ragged, raped, disfigured

a corpse led to rot

in a long forgotten grave

My decadence shall fill you with misery

for you are but caricatures of God

This peril I portend

shall engulf you

and posterity

This truth you see but choose to forget

this truth which I shall take to my black tomb

This silence shall pierce your ears

These ghouls within me shall torment you

A blackened curse to those who corrupt these sacrosanct waters

A curse to those who lay waste to these poignant haunts

This truth you see but choose to forget

this truth which I shall take to my black tomb"

Silence.

Assertions of a labyrinthine mind

The cello, I believe was invented for the single purpose of evoking an emotion in those, listening to it.

All around me I see caricatures. The ideal son, the ideal brother, the ideal lover, the ideal student, the ideal disciple, the ideal.. well pervert, yeah there are those too. I look at myself and wonder, which one am I?

They say things aren't usually what they appear. But if I believe in the world I see around me, I also believe the above caricatures aren't just mythical beings or prototypes created to control the chaos around us. I guess now that I think of it, maybe I do have miniscule traces of each these caricatures in me but I also do know I'm a very good liar. Sorry about that guys.

There are points in everyone's life when they, as they put it, take stock of their life. Look at what they have and what they lack. I've also read somewhere that it is important in life, to not necessarily be happy or content but to feel happy. It is also implied in various self-help books and through mundane advise that you should be happy for what you have, money, a home, clothes.(Although I should state here that I indeed am thankful for a lot of things that do matter in my life and I always will be). But it always struck me, why do we have to measure this happiness, per se, in terms of material possessions? Will these acquisitions truly make anyone happy? It's what we encounter on a daily basis. Our priorities sway from week to week, day to day, sometimes. Once we acquire something we want, there's no time to sit back, feel gratified and be happy about it, the dash begins as we pursue the next thing we crave. It's like going around in circles with no stop signs in sight.

What pleases me amidst all this is while my life has gone on, I've started developing a tendency to find happiness in the smallest of things, which usually are the purest and the most sacrosanct and yet regretfully neglected by most. Looking back, if I may now, I feel like my life was pretty much mapped out for me for the last ten years at least. Having said that, during any fleeting yet cherishable moments of weakness, where I wished things were different, I am the only one I can find to blame. And I can safely say that, the fact that I can say that so assuredly is very calming and soothing because it emblazons me with the assurance that at least a part of my destiny is within my control if not all of it.

What scares me more about myself is not the turbulence that persists within me but how I can so effectively and effortlessly conceal it from those around me.

Dedicated to everyone who has been there for me and helped me make what I am now :)

The foolish lover - V

You are the ray of light
in the array of darkness in my life
You are the reason I fight
And smilingly face every strife

You are my only inspiration
And the source for my positive vibration
Hope is one thing i find in you
And every day now i find brand new

You make me wanna be better
Now,never comes to my mind,the thought of being a quitter
You are my ray of light
You are the reason i fight

Never thought i would love someone so much
And have intense feelings as such
But now that i do
I'm so glad its you

The foolish lover - IV

My days without you,so empty
As listless as life in a lifeless city
This feeling of you not being here
And you were right,this really isnt fair

Wish i could look into ur eyes once again
I'll be there to protect you from any pain
Wish i could hold u in my arms one more time
I'm sorry if thinking so much about you is a crime

I wish i could say exactly what i feel in words
The thought of not being with you is like my heart being sliced by swords
This feeling of you not being here
And you were right,this really isnt fair

I pray to God our love lasts forever
Give me a cure,i suffer from ur fever
Wish i could hold u in my arms one more time
I'm sorry if thinking so much about you is a crime

The walls of entrapment

How true,looks indeed do deceive,
you can see the smile on his face,
you can see the glint in his eyes,
But damned is he forever..
for there is no one who can know the pain he feels inside..

Years ago, with dreams in his eyes,
His journey began unhintered
Sticking to his path all along, though
somewhere he faltered..

This majestic but solemn citadel encompasses him
Can't break down these dreary walls
A prisoner of his own mind
With no sign of reprieve to find

As he sifts through the ruins
There is no comfort,
no warmth for which he pines
The culmination into perdition would be his sentence..
or so a weary soul may opine...
"It had to be someone and it was me" he wails
When every reason for his predicament fails.

But then...
Hope..like a brilliant sun ray pierces a thousand black clouds
keeps him going, for he knows, destiny is his
..and this is his destiny

As I wipe that tear and place my pen down
I find the citadel around me bathed in sunlight..
The light...ever so enriching light of hope..

For hope is the greatest of all things and it never dies...

In the sands of time

The reunion/In the sands of time..


Years bygone seem like an abrasive dream
Flash do they in front of my eyes like a blur
Memories of old, flood my wavering mind
like daunting clouds approaching a docile horizon so kind..

As I look into your eyes..
after all these years
Do i still see me, I ask myself
But lost youth reflects back at me
youth lost in the sands of time..

The grains slip out of my hands
like early morning dew off a blade of grass

Unkept promises look me in the eye
with the anguish of an unborn offspring
Dreams unfulfilled stalk me
with the pain of leaves trampled by the unforgiving winter

I feel my throat cracking up
Words created but not delivered
like the love we found
shared only to lose

Your eyes swell up
I long to hold you again..
but I tremble with abject hesitation..
trepidation..

Will it be the same if I run my fingers along your tender skin
If I brush my lips against yours
If I hold you against my chest
Questions created but not delivered...

Woeful silence fills the space between us
Wistful glances exchanged

The mistakes come flooding back to haunt me
Like the roaring waves
Devouring everything.. laying waste..
desolating

The rancor of love left incomplete
of love lost
of love lost..eternally in the sands of time..

The escapades of the vagabond

Feel this urge within me
Deep like the gorges beneath
to scale the highest peaks
where the holy souls still reside
Feel my soul purged
My every inhibition and misgiving submerged

Feel this desire within me
to walk the endless of all roads
to explore the majestic of all citadels
to ascend the ladder of clouds to a heaven..
a heaven so close to earth yet so far...

Feel this need inside me
To touch the beams of sunlight impaling
the clouds in an azure sky
like rays of hope passing
the endless hordes of despair and misery, by.

I feel free to reach the horizon
where the sky and gleaming sea have a rendezvous
left my home behind but have I really?
Is it another illusion which appears true?

I can smell the freshness of the buds
innocent like that of a virgin bride..

The vagabond in me moves with knowledge..
My final stop will be the grave.. but these words
shall live on forever more!