Where holding back your Imagination is a CRIME

INESCAPABLE – The story so far


Silverblood walked along the river, broken shadows following Him. The ripples reflecting the atrocities he had seen. The water cold at the touch. He let the cold water burn the fires in him. Reanimated contours plotting a new path, a new direction. He slowly wade through alone hoping for the touch of lifes embrace. It was then that he saw her. She swam towards him. Her movements water in water, a perfect blend of nature and humanity. Not moving, he waited for her to come close. She saw him and said’ “Would you kill to save a life?”. He replied, “If there is no other way then yes”. She turned and looked afar and said, “I wish it were different” and plunged the dagger into his heart, whispering in his ear, “I love you”. His voice losing its strength as he called her name one last time and it went black. Black.

He kept falling into this pit. The fall was long, the fall was slow. The only question he had was, ‘am I falling or rising’?. His sense of direction failing, flailing, fading. Her kiss his last embrace of life, her lips his last sight of sunshine, those word his last goodbye. Why? he kept falling, why? Loud silence enveloped  him. Bright darkness, why? And he awoke.

He awoke staring at this crystal ball. The mangled remains of a lady looking at him, scaring the dead night lights out of him. He was awake. “Do you know where you are?”, his response darker, “Do you know where you are?”. The room started to shake for he knew she was confused. He remained unmoved. In bewilderment she said,”You sound confident”. His smile returning quietly got up and walked towards her. “I am the life of death”.

She was lost. He continued “You expected me to say what you wanted me to say, expected me to follow every story before me”. The figure shook with anger and then a wry smile engulfed her,” I judge people on their life so let me change it. I won’t judge you. I won’t judge you as you have already judged my judgment of you”. Silverblood was scared but was smooth on the surface. The roof and the floor split open. In suspended reanimation his smile widened. “who are you?” She asked with amusement. He replied eerily,” the life of death and I”…

The world around him went dark. Darkness had trailed him for a while. He landed on a ground of steaming blood. “Silverblood, I have been waiting for you”, this beautiful voice from behind the smoke hums a tune he cannot forget. The song that played when she first asked him to be hers. To be her light and her life. “I know you”. The voice suddenly behind him changes direction faster than thought.”Would you kill to save a life?” Silverblood smiled through his confusion. The red eyes approached him slowly, silently, its horns dastardly. He smiled,” this story is new to me”. Death was staring him in the face and she was beautiful. “You have come a long way Silverblood, these are not your hallowed grounds”. “My hallowed grounds can wait; I have come for something, something that’s mine”. Her smile echoed through every part of me. ,”Who are you?” Looking into those dead red eyes he replied, “I am the life of death”.

“I have come for your heart”. “She looked bewildered at the screaming walls and then it began. The beating, the agony, the hurt. It was painfully beautiful. She threw him around like a rag doll but all he did was smile. Time flew by, such irony in a place that’s timeless. Death was beating the life out of him and all he wanted was to beat the life into death. Even though she had that vicious look in her eyes, he could see her defenses crack. My smile; blood red. It was then that he saw his opening. She had in her delirium forgotten that fallen angels always rise, always. Her smile timeless, apt for this place where she did not belong. She paused to laugh but this time he was ready. He plunged his dagger dripping with his blood into her black heart. “What have you done?”,she screamed. “Will you kill to save a life?” His smile wider. “Remember I am the life of death”.

There was a thunderous scream. Her black heart surrounded them. The red fires turning black and then the stars, an explosion of a million shades of black. Silverblood was back to the spot. Freeze framed at the moment she plunged that dagger into his heart. So beautiful, so elegant. Her movements water in water. He walk around that moment. She and him. At the corner of his eye he could see the dark veiled lady, the reaper, looking at them but she did not know that he was there. He smiled and walked towards her and whispered to her, “I am the life of death, you will let me pass”. Even though she was frozen in time, he knew she heard him. Time unfroze but this time there was no one. The water red around him. The only way for me to get back was through fallen blood and after all, fallen angels do rise. I knew it was not going to be easy. Everything had turned upside down. Everything he had known was not what it was. he had to find her. he had to. His plan had to work. He had to.

 lest all fails…….



Earth was not planned. Humans did not evolve. Everything you have heard is a lie. Everything. When the devil began his war against God, his creation, he had a plan. He was bored, bored of his destruction. His wheel had stopped turning and he wanted game. He decided to turn his  image into what we know as God. God was the mirror opposite of the Devil. Good but not all good. Game needed to have a Streak of evil but the goodness in God was so Consuming that he was overpowered by it and became a light in the darkness, the light. God wanted to end his creator and he made his army. The devil smiled as everything was going to plan.

The devil won many a wars fought. In fact he cherished the ones he lost. But things began to become monotonous. During one of the battles, the shard of his spear, the Osiris, came apart and drifted away. This gave him an idea. He wanted to create something beautiful from scratch and watch it slowly destroy itself. This would keep his boredom away. So he made earth. As a token to his Image, he made light.

He slowly started adding to Earth. He decided to fill it up with the poison of hell; water. Deep down he made sure it was built on Hells foundation; fire. Then he challenged God to add to it. Gods vision of peace was of simple creatures who lived off the poison water, thus the devil could not touch them. The game of chess was afoot. But, there was something missing. Something to add to Earth, something that would give him immense pleasure to watch burn, something that would eat itself up, slowly, ruthlessly. So he made a man and a woman.

Gods plan was to help them but the devil was strong. In the Garden of Eden where the 2 humans dwelt, God had made as a symbol to all; a tree, that would hear every fruit; the tree of life and put his sweetest angel Prometheus the snake in charge of it. Prometheus taking pity on Adam and Eve offered them an apple from the tree. The devil seeing that he was betrayed cursed the snake to eternity, his fangs poison to whoever it touched.

Everything was planned, everything. The tower of Babel, religion. But his greatest triumph; politicians. A powerful set of people with despicable evil veiled by a spectrum of good. They would do small works of goodness to achieve a bigger evil. Despicable, deceitful. God knew he was dealing with a dangerous foe. To some extent, he was able to put in a few good men, but the seduction of power proved too strong to many. They fought wars, killed millions, all for the merriment of the devil. The devil was enjoying this. His greatest creation; man. This game was too easy for him. O! How it feels when a plan falls into place. Such Joy. Turning their own water into poison. He knew that it was a matter of time God would fall. The light would slowly loose his belief in goodness and watching him do so was entertaining and he was just getting warmed up.








I saw your tears when they put me down,

This earth my place of rest forever shall be,

My Queen, my light don’t ever take off that crown

Your majesty, your glory this place more of you shall see.


My time may have run its course but yours has just begun

Worry not for me for I shall watch over you,

My sweet lady look ahead and just run

Always remember, always to your heart stay true.


Dear God, Thank you for the life you gave me

A life those beautiful eyes set free,

But I miss her so dearly, it’s her I want to see

He said, Choose 5 that you with her shall be”.


Those soft hands hold me close,

Each stroke such power, such love,

Each word filled with the hurt that her heart does disclose

Don’t stop my love, let your words fly like a dove.


A picture speaks a thousand words.

Her colour of life sweet eloquence

Her elegance rapturous, my dear Shepherd

Your canvas speaks of your essence.


Tick tock, tick tock the world goes by.

Forever by your side, my hands resting on yours,

Each second, closer to me, yet I don’t want it to fly

Tears rush down, you work without a pause.


Every morning I see that smile

Radiantly beautiful getting bigger day by day,

Those eyes looking at me, divine

Ready to show the world your play.


Forged in gold, the last bit on

Taking me around the new world you have forged,

A new day, a new dawn

Carry on.


Through 5, I live with you.

Through 5, I see you so free,

Through 5, I watch you shine through

Through 5, dear lady, you live for me.


Window to my world

Everyone has a dream, everyone has an ambition. what is amazing is the way we can project them. Window to my world is small window through my eyes which shows things from my perspective and shows my dreams. I hope to bring more people into this and hopefully one day



Mr. Me

Kolkata, oh! Kolkata. Such a beautiful  place, such friends. Yet I can’t find the real person, the one that really matters; Me.

I dream of that girl I share my umbrella with under the beautiful dark sky. Dark? yes, dark cause I want  to be someones light. Light! What light?. Right now all I am is a dark light; lost. I am all but a ray of darkness piercing the light. I am hiding from my true self, why?. Such sadness lost in the glow of, of? No words left, an incomplete sentence. What am I doing? Where am I? Why? Questions that can be answered but would be a lie;I know, I am me.

But do you want to be someones light, when you cant be your own. Where has this path taken me. What do I want to do? Simple questions faced by the world but I am plagued by the anger that vents its frustration which effects the people I love the most. What do I really want? What do I crave? What does life hold in store? Is this a test of some kind?.

O thought, please follow thy lead.What do I want to be?




The Last Fires

The  music drags on, the notes on its last errand,
dying embers of life fly by ever so silently.
The last fires, fighting to stay alive, fighting for its moment,
the Symphony of life playing out its beautiful embrace,
lost in the time of no mans land.
Is time with us or against us? Is this how the music ends?
Do I lay down? do I stand still? do I let the fires just burn out?
The music is slow, the rhythms on cue with mine.
the beat of my dreams going out with the music,
the fires of my imagination in its last embers.
I look at the stars above, “I WANT TO BE YOU”
I look down, my life a constant battle with my next move.
My last fires in its last battle.
The music suddenly shifts, the rhythm picks up its beat,
the last fires that fight its last battle gives it its all.
I feel a surge of light that warms my heart,
I am confused, the music my rails.
This dark tunnel slowly disappearing,
this voice telling me to walk.
The fires grow stronger, the light grows brighter,
the music playing out a new rendition of hope,
a sequence I must complete, my last fires burn bright,
I am lifted to a path higher than my own, of my own making,
the air is thicker than I imagined, my imagination seeing new patterns
My last fires burn brighter.
My dream is still far, the music on its new track,
the fires burning ever more bright, its surroundings drunk by its light.
I look around, war torn , the battle is on,
in every waking hour new moves I foresee.
My dreams, my visions, my imagination, my struggles,
my hunger, my joy, my anger, my faith
the source of my fires, the notes to my music.
The intensity rising and falling each day,
the ever changing melody with notes high and low,
yet I will make sure it keeps turning on its track,
lest it stops, the fires of my life dissipate,
 I will always fight for hope is my refuge,
My last fires -my salvation.

Battle Worn

I put my chain mail on ready for the long battle,

Excitement and fear, my body a constant rattle

I have been through many wars old and new

Scars that bear witness to the battles we renew.

“My soldiers are you ready, our victory is near”,

Not knowing what truly I must really fear,

I go through our plans, every last detail,

Every last attack, I know where I stand.

My will like steel, hope by my side,

Even though deep down I swim against the tide,

A tide so strong, I pray that we are not swept,

For by me these men so fervently have leapt.

We prepare for battle.


I walk alone, my body does tremble

I look back at my men, the best that can assemble

Long nights that has become a common sight,

Into the next we have carried on our fight.

“Prepare yourself men, victory is near,

Leave nothing behind, our road is clear”

“Prepare your selves for this new day,

“We fight to the end, come what may”

I hear cheers of encouragement, cheers of pride,

As we March to our battle side by side,

We March into battle.

Our opponent draws near, the screams I hear,

Hoping our blood runs cold with fear,

They shout, they mock, their armor shine

They outnumber us, yet my army holds its line.

I call on their leader, a truce we can agree,

This air of hatred we all can set free,

She leads her line, so radiant, so bright,

This angel, this Goddess, this eternal light.

“You meek being, you will be totally crushed,

My sword will be the last thing you will have touched”

She turns away, swiftly, such a scary form

Not a sound to be heard, it’s calmest before the storm.

We begin our battle.
The battle is long; I slay many a men,

Yet more keep coming, ten by ten.

With every sliver of light, I gain some lost hope,

But with every fleeting second, I don’t know how I’ll cope,

Cope with this feeling, that this may be my last,

A dark cloud over me, its shadow has cast.

It is then I see her, I see my end

I am the last, that she has to tend,

She draws her long sword, the fiery tip races towards me,

Her every move faster than the eye can see.

The dance of death, we play out loud,

All that we have are bodies as our crowd.

She takes me by surprise, a move I did not see coming,

All I hear is the bittersweet music the battle keeps humming,

We finish our battle.


I need to leave, I cannot continue this,

I need a life, a life of bliss.

I love you so much but I need to leave,

We are at the end, where happiness we cannot retrieve.

We cannot move on, I need to end this here

This was the day I was in fear.

Our battles have been long and very hard,

And I had played my every last card,

I had no moves left, she was right,

I had nothing left, nothing more to fight.

She turns away for the very last time,

From then on I can never call her mine.

My battle ends.


I looked far into the night,
Wondering if love was real,
Imagining a future so bright,
Lost in its glory,
Limbering up to its beauty,
Amazed by stories that had made me believe,
Led by your light I followed,
With wonder and amazement I was ensnared,
Admiring your smile, your eyes,
Yielding to your call,
Swooning at your touch,
Lowering my shields, I let you in.
Obliterating anything that came in my way,
Vanquishing any thoughts of letting you go,
Efficaciously entrapping me,
You are my sun, I revolve around
Overseeing any deficiencies I had
Unshackling my heart,
Absolving me from the anger that had gripped me tight,
Never letting me go,
Numbing my happiness,
Ecstasy and joy a constant follower of you,
Tender lips that call on me
Together we shall fight tomorrow, for I am
Eternally yours Always

I live for your love

My love is etched in the sands of time. Memories fade away at the sight of new ones. New ones of you, that make the pain go away. Love lingers in your waters, rejuvenating me at every drink. I lay down in the hope that some day your mine, you my only motivation as the days go by. My thoughts are at sea, washed by your waters. Cool, calm pure, your silhouette gleaming against the sunset. Your my light, keeping my fire burning. I will wait for you till it’s put out.
The waters glisten with your light. I am drawn to you like a bear to honey. Words escape me, your music captivates me. I stumble, fall, cry out but you wash away all my pain. My bones call out, my eyes dying for your sight. I am blind. My tourniquet to my open wounds. You saved me from my desolation .

My Princess- Command me.

I saw flashes of my life in your eyes,
Stronger than steel, it pierces my heart,
My heart beating ever more rapidly at its every glance,
Memories of happiness come flooding back,
Stories yet to be etched are taking its shape,
Rivers yet to flow making its way,
Intoxicated by your sight, your eyes my sea,
My boat sets sail on those calm waters,
Each look a look of such beauty ,
Dear princess, command me

Your every wish my command,
Your smile my joy, your laughter my achievement,
Your tears my sorrow, your hurt my torment.
Your eyes give you away just enough for me to sink into your thoughts,
Your touch an explosion of colors that draws on my every breath,
My princess, command me .

I may not be the main character in your book,
But a chapter is all I want to be,
A story of my loyalty to you,
My fealty to my princess, my love held back,
It’s readers may know the truth of love lost to the epitomy of time,
But true love never loses its shine,
Your eyes my solitude in this prison I’m held behind,
My heart a volcano that cannot erupt,
My princess I am yours, command me.

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