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    THE TOOLSHED

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    They don't have enough life

      But they never mind

      As their hunger gets satisfied

       

       

      The soldier never thought why he kills

      Terrorists rebuild

      Corpses left behind being shields

       

       

      Faces full of trust

      Cowering all over the place

      Dust covers his face

       

       

      Question without an answer exists

      Only existence could reveal

      Suicide of time will soon be seen

       

       

      When meltdown enters poor lives

      It shakes them but they survive

      Only thing that rages is science

       

       

      Potential of the madman sways

      He digs his grave early next day

      Scars from past barred astray

       

       

      Maybe I am right and truth you see

      Maybe I am wrong and you retreat

      Ghostword making universe limited

       

       

      Slaves can't enter the holy ground

      Tread mighty heights to reach my lair

      Out of control piercing blaze

       

       

      Pray god to answer devil

      A dying wish all you need

      To remember what mortality feels

       

       

      Hunt closer to the hills

      Preview forgotten memories

      Long awaited fate concealed

       

       

      The ghostword is locked in the toolshed

      It reveals the fundamental world

      Very few can enter alert

       

       

      The Lion and his minions secretly weep

      Their cries loud reveal nothing

      They show off while extending the ring

       

       

      Forgotten memories, turning dreams

      Enchanting with his toys from future

      The time traveller loses his timing

       

       

      Eternal trinity grips the greedy

      March into the battle field naked

      Righteous kill diffuse anarchy

       

       

      Death finished living unlimited

      Evil feeding till eternity

      Hidden from scarred destiny

       

       

      Faith arrives burdened

      Your reflections beckon

      Distribute old summons

       

       

      The place that should not be

      Impossible to create again

      Path of the prophecies blackened

      The Rising

      The Kayle to the Lion

      Slaves here are born to serve,

      To the Lion.

      There is no heed

      There is no fear

      Both follow the unforgiven,

      Lurking behind a prayer.

       

       

      Slaves wait for deliverance,

      Since hundred years.

      Something must be done

      But no one dares

      The book will come from heaven,

      When light hides the sun.

       

       

      I'm sent here by the unknown one

      Let my people breathe my demon

      I'll stay beneath the sea

      Screaming higher

      Feeding you my blood

      Shining red the bite.

       

       

      Darkness to days

      End this plague

      Hail to the liar

      He roams the grey grasslands

      Would slay the hand,

      That kills the chosen men.

       

       

      A juggler in a fair

      Bonded to the destroyer

      I'll soon declare end of the last

      I'll open the door

      To ultimate darkness

      This shall pass.

       

       

      The oppositioner

      The Kayle to Arindharans

      You don’t see what I am seeing

      You don’t hear what I am hearing

      Your imagination is keeping you,

      At the place where you are living

      They decide what you express

      It is done exactly how they want

      Their independence is limited

      They can punish but cannot teach

      God of this era is a freak

      How they are using you,

      Sometimes they let me see

       

       

      He takes what you should be granted

      He is being hidden from you by them

      And they are also hidden

      Your freedom of choice is created

      Only they know you are a human

      Others scowl at you with suspicion

      Liberty exists but as an exception

      The sham becomes a disposable one

      Extend the ring of freedom

      Evidences are worthless to the divine

      Don't let the voices shroud your mind.

       

        

      Paralyze my mind

      The Kayle to Arizel

      Hey you, the one of a kind

      Soften the words in my mind

      Come to me for real

      Help me win the deal

      Give this dog his share

      Release him.

       

       

      The dog committed this crime

      That brought him back to your time

      Show him your worries

      Tell him that story of those fairies,

      That brought him to his prime

      Feed him.

       

       

      I promise I won’t want you again

      I know you’ll stay till I rest in peace again

      Although you know I’ll rest in peace,

      Only when I find the one

      Our secrets force me to return

      I know god more than my weapon.

       

       

      What they thought is not what they think now

      And I’ll never give away my golden plough

      Maybe you are right,

      I’ll die without your vow

      And your suffering has made me alone

      Only my wanderings are known.

       

       

      We all received out of pure

      Those who knew us,

      Don’t know us anymore

      Those who never knew us,

      1would want more than they are given

      About us, they have always been mistaken.

       

       

      Following is tougher than searching a Jaeger

      In one second I am a god,

      In another I am a beggar

      To be with them I disguise myself as a pauper

      Alas, neither I can trust God more than your sign,

      nor can I smile benign.

       

       

      Let your freedom begin

      Stop this conspiracy beckoning

      The dog once gave up his bone,

      For your slippers that shone

      Which he thought went missing

      Unleash him.

       

       

      It does not matter

      Nothing matters

      Even if I die

      One thing I care for,

      Is what we leave behind

      Girl, paralyze my mind.

       

       

      And may you pass in all his tests

      Arindharans don’t have a clue,

      They try to put me to rest

      No machine can break the code I follow

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    sp; Only a living can do it

      My code brings me pure gold

      I am the richest man in the whole world.

       

       

      I was born deaf but I found god

      I harvested the reaping of my loss

      Shrusim showed me a way to summon

      The newborns of Arindhara in their sleep,

      They thought I was a ghost in their dreaming

      I called our meeting place the Sysandria dynasty

      It lay in the barren half of Silent forest of dreams.

       

      ***

       

      The Kayle told the newborns, "The Lion released Shrusim; in exchange I let him take my body which was stronger than his. He needs it to travel to different lands to slay the golden eggs hidden by Ventriloquist which will become dragons and destroy the world, while I rested bodiless inside any cave in the Silent Forest of Dreams with Shrusim. When I get my body, I go to Arindhara. The Arindharans who are under the spell of Ventriloquist think I am the Lion. I promised Astrologer that I will emancipate Arindharans from Ventriloquist’s control, but now I am powerless because of the Lion. I was raised by my master to become something which no one even I didn’t knew until I became that, but he did something which made Ventriloquist think that I was, even when I was not. My master is the only one who knows how to make me sleep, preventing the Lion from taking my body. My nightmares become my only memories."

       

      "When I met Shrusim in the Silent Forest for the first time, she said to me, “You are an only Kayle who is present in Arindhara that is why the Ventriloquist gives you misery through entities and elements of Arindhara, it makes him stronger, but forces far stronger than him have saved you till now. Arindharans knew everything about the Kayles before Arindhara was incarcerated by the Ventriloquist’s machine. Now today no one knows who or what a Kayle is, they can use only less than half of their free will. They follow Ventriloquist’s orders and remember only that which he wants them to. But the machine has no control over the Kayles and the newborns of all living entities of Arindhara.”

       

       

      She gave me a magic Sysandria stone and told that it was a piece of the Prophesier she stole from the Lion of Silent forest of dreams. It had many powers but I knew only one that it could summon the souls of all the newborns of Arindhara and take them to the barren half of silent forest of dreams called grey grasslands whenever I wanted. Some of them became like Shrusim and started moving between the two realms, they used to call themselves the infants, when they grow into adults the Ventriloquist’s machine influence them and they forget everything and become minions of the ventriloquist."

       

       

       

      Doppelganger

      The Kayle to newborns of Arindhara

      While I am wandering in the valleys of lore,

      He is sleeping in the essence of Christ.

       

       

      When I died in the lonesome skies,

      He was born in a world full of lies.

       

       

      When I reached the silent forest of dreams,

      He drowned inside the abyss of her trapestine eyes.

       

       

      My past was his future his past used to be my future,

      But no one ever caught us except our master.

       

       

      If I don’t destroy, he can never find,

      His time flows converse than mine.

       

       

      After we together cried,

      We marched for the final fight.

       

       

      In the end, I’ll be him

      He’ll be thine.

      Vasitven

      The Kayle to Ventriloquist

      What you think I am, I was

      What you thought I was, now I am

       

       

      I am a slave of my master

      They are your slaves

      The power of attorney oscillates

      Trust me the master and the slave

      I am not to be trusted

      The rotations cause me divergent pain

       

       

      The thought which controls life,

      Lies in the brevity of the trusted

      Me and my god often die

      The demon who resides inside you,

      He tells you that this fading Déjà Vu,

      Occurs when your god make my bed

       

       

      My master pretends to be someone like you

      You see him cleaning my lair seeing red

      Are you aware he serves you?

      I’ll be the servant till I am seen

      And promise on this path I‘ll tread

      Until I trap you in your machine

       

       

      My master killed my demon long ago

      But I was left broken

      My demon had made my wife a widow

      Among all, none I’ve encountered,

      Whom I judged to be better than my anonymous

      When I find myself, I sleep till he lurks

       

      ***

       

      Vasitven said, “Never depend on time it might betray you. Remember reality lies in your heart not outside. The sadness and happiness is real but the reason behind them is an illusion. The things which you don’t know, when you come to know them, you won’t know that you have known them since you’ve known time, even before. Only who completes the Timebook of clocks truthfully, realizes this when he gets emancipated. He wields the power and becomes sublime. He knows whom he must protect, and whom he must decline. What he receives he returns more and in the right time. Justice is the purpose of the divine. What remain the dreams or the reality you will find”,

       

       

       

       

      God Player

      The Kayle to Shrusim

      The party got over leaving you forlorn

      I found myself naked and alone

      After a cup of tea you came

      And draped me in your flames

      Those flames I never removed

      They kept me confused.

       

       

      I swam across the river

      To catch you before you shivered

      When I reached the bank

      You sank your master in the sand

      I found you down in the abyss

      And we entered the forest

       

       

      When you left me alone in the rain

      I wondered you were playing a game

      I was watching you play impishly,

      When your master took you away

      You knew I will follow you

      But I couldn’t catch you, to my dismay.

       

       

      Your master trained you to run from me

      Beguiling meadows lead me towards you

      As the spell faded to nada,

      You ran to him to get your answer

      You didn’t open the gift he left for you

      I made him your doppelganger.

       

       

      Reminiscing that dream of brothers,

      I freed you from your master’s sin

      Now he touches your suddenly suave lips

      Thinking, you are aware of him

      Before your master chose you,

      Your master loved my saviour.

       

       

      Shapes are illusions for our kind

      Lost alone in this city of blinds

      Racing ahead of their time

      I broke the unbreakable

      I averted the inevitable

      And dreamed a dream undreamable

       

       

      I hear the echo of my thoughts

      Those who believe this will be thought

      After they cross their b
    ridge of thoughts

      Leaving her behind, I entered the forest

      I was ensnared by the thick fog

      She always stayed close to make me laugh

       

       

      He cannot walk like others

      So he grabs her fingers

      He watches her silently in the game

      He is a warrior without name

      Always taking the rebel’s blame

      The old and lame call him ‘Vasitven’

       

       

      Faith

       

      The formidable power of devil

      Will give you whatever is your will

      Praying God will not save you from him

      Resisting the wrong and not giving up will

      When you find solace in evil

      When you realize the lives they offer

      That day your faith falters

      And your madness, leads you to your disaster

       

       

      But god is always reasonable

      He doesn’t grant wishes like the devil

      He will listen to you forever

      Will show you ways to make it better

      If you come astray from the path of the devil

      Unlike the mortals he will not deny you shelter

      He possesses something which devil may never

      Love for this universe

       

       

      Life of Death

       

      The Kayle to Arindharans

      I’ am falling down this never ending cliff

      I never thought life would be so stiff

      When you shoot your arrow

      I climb on the nest of the sparrow

      I was in a delusion that there are no ties

      No one believed or understood my cries

       

       

      Whenever I get drenched in my blue rhythm

      I can control one system of wisdom

      Trying to measure the length of the snake,

      Got lost inside the compartments of my brain

      The mystifying art of my master made me resistant

      I wait for the day he'll sell me to merchants

       

       

      Trying to bide their time in this story

      I found out that barbarians are thinking,

      'Who will be the bounty?'

      I tried to find out the meaning behind our gestures

      I failed surreptitiously

      And fell in labyrinths of gravid gutters

       

       

      Fill this deep hole with rosy water

      You will be baptized when you die for a quarter

      Searching for the utopian,

      Swinging across the sky emitting fury of ashes

      And contemplating over the rag picker’s timelessness

      I was surrounded by a continuum of seven dimensions

       

       

      I was tired of moving from station to station

      Radio waves causing discrimination

      The fragrance brings back the memories of my master

      Sometimes I do what I have seen

      Sometimes I see what I have done

       

       

      When I go to a new constellation

      I figure out sooner or later

      It is impossible to handle the situation

      Against their mighty cannons of dignity

      The book that Arizel had gifted me,

      Always save me from extinction

       

       

      For some I grow late for some it’s early

      The game started when I was found

      In the silent forest of dreams as a clown

      There animals worked to build my future

      Because of the lion’s avarice for the treasure

      In deciding what to do I withered

       

       

      Guarded by the pygmies

      Lay the treasure known as "The prophesier"

      Trust is a treasure of every soul that entire universe seeks

     

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