"He lit his cigarette, the faint crackling sound of burning tobacco accompanied a hallowed red glow as it ate the cigarette away. He paused every once in a while to let the smoke seep from his mouth, as it dispersed into the air, clouding the air around him, an aura of smoke.

He didn't look ordinary, he had the appearance of a character sketch gone drastically junkie, the term being more of an honorary title that an actual derogatory. He commanded a presence, one he wasn't too modest about. His locks were forever suspended in a loop of locomotion, swaying back and forth. They grew as did creepers, masking his face in a growth, one easily confused with the facade of a lack of hygiene, but they were more, hygiene is but a trivial matter when the fabric of time is woven into your keratin roots. He spoke as did an intellectual, his words warped to the point where common sense transcends the boundaries of nirvana. Elegance was his virtue, each action vestigial to it's successor. His voice would chew away at the lard of ignorance that filled our minuscule minds, his words probing into the inner sanctum of our being. He made a difference, the instigator of change, a cog that clocked our world."
-Angad Nanda

So, I gazed upon the stars, the galaxies beyond, the stars that cloud my perception, the far away eyes of god.
I looked at the ocean of space around, time and energy all around, life birthing into form, a piercing shriek from the beyond.
A firestorm of stardust, imploded into my dimension, my body scathing in the heat, as a planet spun into dawned existence .
A hallowed action, that super cooled the abode, breathing elixir into rocks that bore their bone.
A spot of green, that pushed up, burst into a bloom, little pollen spray bugs, had a penchant for the bloom.
Life that spread around, crawling above underground, clotted the planet, and initiated their spawn.
Freakish two limbed sapiens, took control, existing as they did, burned the plants down, sucking out the life, feasting on the tissue.
And if that wasn't enough, they spliffed out the core, metal creaky monsters then tremored the globe.
Munching through the skyrock, they ate down the world.
Now Man stands alone, dumbed down shrinked existence, he gloats on his inception.
-Angad Nanda

It hurts when I look back at all the time we shared, moving the hands of that impetuous clock.
Me losing my focus like a ghost inhale, you cutting me open with that love laced blade.
I fell to the cliche', submissed to a dwelling, letting the rot of "us" break into custom.
I knew better, can't let go though, ego step down, my spine going overflow.
Why did you have to do this, be the karma cunt, an intermediate, the grim for love.
Tore me down, broken bond, euthanasia active down sown, you've done this now.
A mess I can't clean, my forte' doesn't sink in, scales tilting in your favor, your hand the upper.
I thought this was different, my virtue shivered, you reinforced that, made me stronger.
Now, I'll never give in, never doubt myself, you'll come and go, but I'll still be there.
Whatever happens, let it be known, the bells ring, the trumpets drown the drumming roll, I made a bad, I will set it right.
Sink back now, die down again, let go of life, sleep again, won't ever wake up, not for your face.
-Angad Nanda

In the morning, your eyes peel away, the dew drops they settle down, like tears they run down your face, your blood moves beneath your flesh, pulsing around your jugular, and I know your heart lurks in the orifice beneath your bosom.

For as tales are are told, the smoke ensues, in pursuit of a luxury your mere mind cannot accommodate. If I could kiss the life off your lips, or gently slit your neck, run my hands into the underside of your body and undress.

To rot in the guilt of a grieving thundercloud, forever rains and freckled frogs. Crush the mix of a putrid elixir, a kind harlot to the withered bitter bodies. Delusional is the enigma fallacy propagates, a broken agenda, I love her and I love her too.

-Angad Nanda

Seven billion hearts strewn around the globe, populous bathed in repetition, no scope for a fair chance, no sonnet for redemption.

But, I still walk that road, the one that leads to a fair abode, rest my head, sink inside, dwell before my thoughts die, a penchant for ideas, a lust for better lies.

Keep filling myself with those somber coves, orifices to darker graves, like tombstones lined with cryptic tales.

I spin webs, just so I don't fall, fall into the truth of us.

To see my love for you, all that pain that boils through, keep dying, only to rise, a promethean guilt guised.

It hurts because I can't say, words suffice but they aren't so right.

Pour my heart out, only to have it lapped up, a dark cloak, the antagonist to virtue.

I do want you, but not like before, the times when my vows were lore.

Every moment without you, my soul craves, my heart keeps pushing away, a boat sliding on still water, nymphs that remora under.
-Angad Nanda

If I could weave a muslin, I'd veil my eyes, a dark texture pixelates my sight. And in this trip of a vision, Ihurl my mind beyond, yonder past God's sight, into a brighter sea.

Pushing past a frontier unknown, I'm but a stranger to this show. A carnival of decadence, wounds still sour, the ground weeps while the sky pours, trapped inside I swim my way to the exit door, only when I get past I know that was only a tour.

You see, Man births Men, and Beast births Beasts, so its only true that evil breeds its kin. Saturation isn't afar, decay needs no catalyst, even if I burned you to the ground, you'd just turn to ashes.

-Angad Nanda 

As I tread upon the beaten path of memories forlorn, a spasm of stardust, a holy cloud of tears adrift, tears that were to be shed upon memories unknown.

I knew then that fate unravels, as does a snake uncoil, reluctant at first but quick to strike upon prey unaware of dangers that lurk within.

A shadow breathes into me, striking the very bottomless pit of my conscience, a fathom unimaginable, anact of complete obscurity.

Better sense prevails as I grasp for my moment of truth, desire not bound wreaths upon the bends of my moral dimension, a craving of kinds, carnal in its least, embellishes an engraving of sorts, a mark that sinks deep, deep within the very confines of my existence.

I cannot begin to fathom the lust it sprouts, a very different kind, one that I shall not define, not because words cannot suffice, but for the mere presence of a mortal undefined, unrefined, a soul as dark as the corrupt heart it embalms.
-Angad Nanda