Shadow Men

They sneak up to you and then hide,

You take a look, but no ones behind.

Ruthless, viscous, dirty lot,

Always planning their nasty plot.

You run away, fairly quick and far,

But they always know where you are.

From distorted areas of truth and lies,

From the darkest of shades they arise.

As you move around and the time ticks,

Like gangsters, they continue their dirty tricks.

And all you can do is follow them,

And that’s what they want, those shadow men.

Until you do what they want,

For weeks and months they will haunt.

Leaving you in agony, vain,

Suffering which would forever remain.

Even in this helpless plight,

Shadow men seldom strike,

When they’re too close, too near,

Your heart chokes out of fear.

They call you close with filthy names,

And play their sinister mind games.

And in that game you don’t realize,

How much you’ve been traumatized.

They lurk as shady figures on walls,

As you shout back at their calls.

They fill your life with sorrow when,

You come in the way of the shadow men.

Following them will lead you back,

On that same culpable track.

After being chased for so long,

You’ll need to go back where you went wrong.

Go back to each and every,

Who you have cheated deceitfully.

Who you have mislead for your good,

Go back and do what an honest man would.

Do this before your grave gets filled,

For shadow men are nothing but your own guilt.

Who have pity on no one,

Who will make you pay for the wrongs you’ve done.

Deceptive they are, quite impressive,

All to make you more submissive.

But even when they’re not in view,

From where no one’s looking, they stare at you.

Laugh at every breath you take,

Every smile you fake,

Every mistake you make.

And your chances are very narrow when,

You try to run away, away from them,

Away from the shadow men.

                                                                (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                 February, 2011

Blazing Visionaries

In this dreary world I breathe,
And stare down at hell beneath,
I vision, follow, men of fire,
Leaving ashes of desire.

I stop to wonder where the worlds meet,
Or rather ponder where hell really exists,
Of men that could not stand on their feet,
Burning all with their flaming fists.

And now the truth that I know,
I see it everywhere I go,
And imagine it through the world at large,
Sabotage, Sabotage, Sabotage,
What a waste.

                                                                                                                     (c)Mitul Magu, 14
                                                                                                                     (2010)

Broken Arrows

The battle had ended long before,

Their mighty wrath had shown itself.

For now, the taste of defeat they bore

Had reached a place too far to tell.

How hard had they tried to reach the top,

How far had they gone to shine.

Dangers came and did not stop

There was no holding back this time.

People had warned them and told them not to go,

But the army was entangled in its pride.

And now their fate had regretlessly shown

What it always had in mind.

Evil spun its dreadful webs ,

And had no mercy on their opponents.

With eerie swords and ghastly steps

They trod towards the army like rodents.

The army, iron-hearted, fearless and bold,

Standing tall in their world of lies.

Had walked the fields in the night so cold

Only to be caught up in their own demise.

The night’s mist had given way to the diabolical game,

Where the old oak trees had turned dry.

Even the barren land could not sustain

The horrors it could not have denied.

In the intense battle that came across,

Their pride showed no good.

The army suffered a tragic loss

And evil laughing, triumphantly they stood.

Massacre, evil had left behind,

Perhaps what they had deserved.

Response of the twisted mind

Had already been served.

Evil moved away, out of sight,

Leaving behind excruciating pain.

In that terrible foggy night

Everything was lost nothing to gain.

Alas! Their bodies lay in despair,

Taking in their last few breath.

Dark earth engulfing them, like graves that care

Now victims to the slow, steady death.

Broken arrows lay close to them,

Signifying something they should have known from the start.

Disloyalty, greed and useless bragging,

Like broken arrows, they were torn apart.

For the power is always overwhelming.

                                                                                                                

                                                                                       -Mitul Magu, 2010