AN ANT'S CRY

Walking along the wall, alone
Searching for someone, of my own
Looking for that powerful scent
To lead the path, towards the end
Back and forth, on and on
Cant find it, the traces are gone
Running in circles, rectangles and squares
Will I find the way, will I get there
Someone find me, lead me out of here
Take me home, please take me there.

JUDAS ISCHARIOT

The darkened day and the mourning sun 

Eulogised for God's only son 

The Saviour was condemned with eternal sin 

He had to die, win the bargain 

Thirty silver coins to Jesus Christ 

Seemed aplenty to poor Judas Ischariot 

Plotting alongwith the Jewish priests 

He chose the money and the agonies. 

With a blatant ostentatious kiss 

He crucified him and his own peace 

His own creator was bitterly betrayed 

Cruel silver coins paralled God 

His mundane conscience refused silence 

And the pardon for good riddance 

He had shed that innocent blood 

The God's life was mortally sold 

His guilt assailed his defiance 

The burden concreted powerful confusions 

He grieved and hanged himself to death 

The impecunious disciple Judas Ischariot

Tis so hard to cut the tree,
and solve the astounding mystery.
Needs emotional courage to cross the lake,
and gain victory,difficult to eke.

The raindrops looks like tears,
heart is harassed by reckless fears.
Stumbling upon the slightest obstacle,
everything is painful in the shackles.

Looking for love the eyes meet,
without affection soon retreat.
The battle line is drawn murkier,
when minds refuse to whisper.
The scars remain they're incessant,
time should heal the strangled emotions.