The Isle of Hope

It seems like a never ending corridor,

The path is blurred and view is obscure.

I‘m lost in this surreal terrain,

Forever drenched in this bloody rain.

Engulfed by this war and strife,

Still in the quest for something good in life,

I try to look in the mirror amidst this impasse,

But all I see is broken shards of glass.

Will this endless night ever wake up to a new sunrise?

Will there ever be a shine in these dull eyes?

Is the future even worth looking living for?

Is there to this pandemonium any lasting cure?

Riddled with questions is my mind,

About our existence and doubts of all kind,

The answers to which remain hidden throughout,

Whether you scream or cry or shriek or shout.

Will this furore someday stop?

Will someday my tears reduce to just a drop?

Someday, perhaps, I’ll carry a smile,

Till then I’m just, in this sea of chaos, of hope, an isle.

-Arch

13/6/2011

The Jaguar Warrior

Behold! The Jaguar Warrior comes
from the bloody battle with the Phantoms.
His amazing tale is so long
that it can be made into a song.

In the jungles of the Aztecs
he grew up like a kite
independent in the country of Mex.
At fifteen, he had to learn to fight.

He started with a short sword,
with great prowess, he crushed the practice board.
Next he toyed with the shield,
and now possessed all the power it could wield.

But then, the Phantoms attacked,
the town of Guadalajara they sacked.
His training was not complete,
but still, he was made a part of the fleet.

To the Phantoms' base his army raced.
This challenge was far bigger than they had ever faced.
Of their arrival, the Phantoms beforehand knew.
And they had plans to leave not even a few.

The brutal battle started
and raged on for weeks.
The besieged battlefield was filled
with horrid moans and shrieks.

Now only a few were left,
fighting with all their might.
Overcome with emotion, the Jaguar Warrior leapt,
he killed all Phantoms at first sight.

The battle had finally ended.
The threat of the Phantoms had gone.
All the wounds were gradually mended,
and the Aztecs peacefully lived on and on.

-Arch
20/3/2011

PS - Originally written when I was in class IX, as a part of the holiday homework, so that would be around august 2004. I finally found this in the morning lying on my bedroom floor. How it got there, well, I may never get to know that.

V for Vendetta

Dark days have beset upon us
gone are the times of Abel, the present era is of Cain
to think that people would go so far as to
loot and kill just for their gain
scores are duped of their money and sweat
all their effort and toil gone in vain
still no one bats even an eyelid
And they call me insane

They prowl and plunder the entire world
spread only destruction and pain
they say they are Prometheus reborn
but truth is they are Hades, only evil whose hearts contain
the world is just a chessboard to them
merely a child's game
they manipulate us at every step
still they call me insane

Their shirts gleam white
yet covered in a blood red stain
it would fill an entire graveyard
if we count all the bodies they've slain
we need to put an end to their reign
until then we hang our heads in shame
because if we cant punch them straight in the face
then its true we are insane

Its time to quench this reign of terror
bring an end to this life of concordant disdain
to rip off their bloodthirsty roots forever
that should be our only aim
we'll forge a world where we live in peace
a place where we can enjoy the sweet summer rain
V stands for vendetta, they need to understand
then they'll really know who is insane

-Arch
16/2/2011