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A Lion’s Pride

All rise for The King,
The Tall and Strong,
The Just and Wise,
The Honorable, honorable Aslan.
His long and silky mane,
His Herculean strides,
Have filled our hearts,
correction, his heart
With lots and lots of pride.

It’s true what they say about me,
I truly AM invincible.
Neither winds nor water,
Nor stones nor trees,
Can break me enough,
To bow on one knee.
At my command the moon
Changes its face everyday
And it is by my will
The stars come out to play.

Listen, ye worthy subjects!
Listen to my pride roar!
For it was this roar that drove away
The evils from this kingdom,
And brought peace and tranquility
To the safety of your homes.

The mighty mountains melt
At the sound of my arrival,
The earth gibbers and trembles,
Every time I grumble
Hear me, Lord Almighty!
Hear me, and beware!
For should this roar reach your ears,
It would leave your bones dry and bare.

From the heavens, The Almighty spoke,
Aslan the Great! You must not forget,
That though you are powerful,
And Though you are successful,
Cross me twice, and you will see,
Things that are given,
Can also be seized.

Seized?! Who will do this seizing?
Which beast or beauty,
Of your creation,
Can match the valour,
Of my noble nation!
Or will YOU come down,
my lord,
And prove to me
That I’m your equal,
If not your superior.

SILENCE, A voice boomed.
The Earth rattled,
The mountains shook,
Thunder bellowed through the clouds.
The wind played through,
The bones of the Dead.

A sudden chill came over The King,
One like he’d never known.
His eyes wide open,
Mouth agape in fear,
His limbs were no longer his own.

For he had seen every king’s nightmare,
The destruction of all he held dear.
The Earth split open to consume his subjects,
And when the Oceans were done with his cities,
The screams,
Were all that remained.

Time had done The Almighty’s bidding
And Time had consumed it all,
And she did not care to leave,
The Proud Lion’s Roar.

For the devil didn’t make pride,
Oh no,
Pride made the devil.

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I Know You Not.

Who are you?
The shell of a Girl,
Gracing the Universe.
Don’t I know you?
Your hops of joy,
A thing of the past now.
Your dimpled smile,
But in my memory.
I know you not,

Who are you?
The twisted remains,
Of a boy of the Realm.
Don’t I remember you?
Your curiosity burning,
Spreading like wildfire.
Now the flame’s gone,
Put out,
By clouds of Jealousy.
I know you not,

Who are you?
The Queen of the World,
But only in your head.
Should I forget you?
You held on once,
Afraid to let go.
Now you spurn me,
Like a cur,
Out of your way.
I know you not,

Who are you?
Your reflection,
Your worst nightmare.
Shouldn’t I know you?
The Boy with big dreams,
Lost in the mist.
The Boy with beliefs,
And gone with the wind.
I know you not,

– Arnesh.K


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Cleaning up

I cleaned my room today,
Never again,
As Mother Owl watched over me.

One by one I emptied the cupboards,
And part by part I became less.
Before long I sat,
Beholding my past,
But I was no one.

Report Cards.

No one, watching a boy,
Grow in front of his eyes.
Piece by Piece,
One by One,
Like a Jigsaw Puzzle,
Putting another’s life together.

“Clear it up” she hooted,
“And build it all anew.”

A chest,
Of memories.
A Hero,
For the Dark.
A book,
Of dreams.
A letter,
For a Heart.

I packed it all up,
And threw it all away.
‘Cuz when the past ain’t around,
The future’s here to stay.

– Arnesh.K

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Chemical Defects

You wait for the dark
You let the tears flow
Your pain, your grief,
Too afraid to show

For the world has taught you
“Only the weak cry”
So you cage your emotions
And kill them with this lie

They rise, they revolt,
Demanding to be heard
She walks away
You don’t say a word.

As chemical defects,
You cast them aside
While they burn
And shrivel your insides.

You forget that you
Are neither Iron nor Stone
That you are Human
More than just flesh and bone.

Like the rest you forget who they are
Your Sentiments, your Bretheren
Your instincts, your guides
All fade – But when

One Grieves, one cries
One loves, one sighs
But when from oneself
One hides, One dies.


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Upon the Hill

A Sculpted visage,
A Frozen smile,
Standing still.

A Prosperous city,
A Generous king,
The Epitome of Good will;

A land of Beauty,
A land of Happiness;
All until,

A Heart of stone,
A Cruel hand,
The Embodiment of Evil.

A land of Darkness,
A land of Fear,
The Devil’s Mill.

A Ruined city,
A Dead king.
Yet, upon the hill,

A Sculpted Visage,
A Frozen Smile,
Standing still.


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The Warrior of Light

He sat in the darkness that all his life he’d known,
‘Twas in this darkness that his mind had flown

For years he awaited an end to his grief,
Numb he’d become, to the absence of relief

He no longer felt the cold biting into his skin
He no longer felt the pain tearing him from within.

No longer could he feel the tears on his face,
Biding his time, staring into empty space

Until now

Now, he felt a warmth he’d never known before
Now,all at once, he could live
Now, he felt the tears, sadness and pain ebb away
Now,all of a sudden, he was not alone.

For the space his eyes had often searched,
Was no longer a void of darkness
And in those moments of salvation,
He knew his heart could beat again.

He’d laid his eyes on nothing more tranquil,
More peaceful nor serene as she
A smile that could light up the world
A lifeboat of light in an ocean of darkness.

He stood still, his eyes wide open
Like an atheist in front of god

She was The Angel
The Warrior of light
his savior, his liberator
His Knight in shining armor.



Note: Notice how before ‘Until Now’ the poem followed a rhyme scheme, but afterwards it became free-verse? I did that to signify the fact that before ‘her’ arrival, he suffered a dull and monotonous existence; whereas after ‘her’ arrival, he was… freed 🙂