God Is Sulking

Posted by Amit Schandillia at 12:31 AM

God is sulking up above,
And shocked at this sad end,
Of his biggest work of love,
That He can never mend.

Deep below the surface lies,
A kingdom lost to time;
Silent now, once full of cries,
Of a royalty in its prime.

Come to me and dig me out,
I want to be set free;
Feels so weak, I cannot shout,
These rats are bugging me.

I’m not sleepy in my tomb,
With worms infesting me;
Starving till they call it doom,
My soul is not yet free.

Every soul a slave of mine,
I used to be their boss;
Dined in glory, gold, and wine,
Now feeding on chaos.

Morbid are the ways of life,
And morbid is its end;
Morbid as a naked knife,
Your fate cannot amend.

God is sulking up above,
And watching in confusion;
As his biggest work of love,
Is now just an illusion!

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Life Is Hungry

Posted by Amit Schandillia at 6:36 PM

Dark and dismal all around,
All bridges I will burn;
And I feel nothing, hear no sound,
I cannot now return.

Weightless, I just float away,
I just love flying blind;
No need to hear, no need to say,
No traces left behind.

Love and lust look meaningless,
I left them far behind;
No guilt or sin I could confess,
No sentiments in mind.

There’s a life beyond this life,
With no remorse or fear;
And no more struggle, no more strife,
To me this hell is dear.

God made man to entertain,
And worship Him, they say;
To me, man made God to explain,
The miseries in his way.

Life is hungry, merciless,
Consumes itself at last;
The experiment even Gods confess,
That went wrong very fast.

I can’t see and can’t be seen,
I lost my soul long ago;
You need me but were never keen,
To ever let me know.

Now I wander in the skies,
I’ve died a death unseen;
Can’t wipe your tears, can’t hear your cries,
I’m sorry for being mean.

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R. I. P.

Posted by Amit Schandillia at 6:34 PM

All of my exploits and all of my pain,
All that I’ve seen, how could I be sane?
All the betrayals, all of this rejection,
Everything leading to this lonely reflection;
All of this change and all of the shame,
Everything’s different but I’m still the same.

Happiness, an illusion you wish you’d seen,
It shows how fucking gay life’s been.
Time is a thesis an old man made,
Without which nothing’s ever delayed.
Without time you won’t remember when you died;
Everything endless, ends won’t be tied.

Life’s a tantrum Gods love to play;
Only shit remains by the end of the day.
Live with it or just choose to die,
Love this cage ‘coz you cannot fly.
God ain’t human; He just lives in your whim,
So don’t look for a human heart in Him.

Rotting hearts never deserved no bells;
You’re just a fancy collection of cells.
Lonely I was, lonely I’ll always be;
You did the right thing to set me free.
Faith is gay; no love is ever true,
Truth is I never belonged to you.

Maybe that old wrist is awaiting a blade,
Or a drug-induced psychosis for a later upgrade;
Living near the cliffs was always tempting;
An endless sleep is the most liberating!
A fairy-tale end to a fucked-up life,
A life that was nothing but an insane strife.

Don’t think you’ll die with no trace;
I’ll write your ramblings and draw your face.
Make it pretty and adorn it in rhymes;
The most perfect love songs of all times.
Life is faithless, and mostly sorry
So rest in peace, your grave is your glory.

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A Guilt Seeking Repent

Posted by Amit Schandillia at 6:30 PM

An entity seeking completion,
A void seeking content;
On the road to perdition,
I’m a guilt seeking repent.

A timeline into eternity,
An idea seeking definition;
A timeless solemnity,
I’m a dream seeking rendition.

A presence without a form,
A verdict without violation;
Like a flame in the storm,
I’m a force without explanation.

A sin beyond absolution,
An assault beyond resilience;
A never-ending revolution,
I’m the voice beyond that silence.

A violent God’s tribulation,
An ominous appeal;
Till the Doomsday revelation,
I’m an unforgiving ordeal.

A flaw seeking correction,
A dark, undying blame;
A death seeking resurrection,
I’m a godforsaken name.

An infinite existence,
A vengeance insane;
A wrath of Providence,
I’m an agonizing pain.

A sinister manifestation,
Of God’s unknown intent;
On the road to perdition,
I’m a guilt seeking repent.

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