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Sultan Khilji. Poems
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Amaryllis (Bitter Honey)
Scarlet.
Blood of white,
in veins turning green;
Wither it shall in the end,
but life shall ever be
Reincarnated;
like a phoenix from the flames.
the seeds of wrath sown,
bloom yet of gore...
Forevermore.
The bitter fruit of love,
ever sweeter than this honey;
from the flowers of gloom;
that grow,in the bosom of this child of woe.
This tended thorn,
of loving scorn
shall stay...
Forevermore.
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Sultan Khilji: Dependence
Strolled out of this shell,
A night or three, two years ago;
Stumbled a few steps and, fell,
No further could I go.
This sweet poisoned drink,
To these parched lips, you pressed;
Stung, paralyzed, I couldn’t think;
And although my eyes were open,
True world disappeared, seemed dead.
I merrily lived visions,
Of your hallucinations;
Fed generously to my head,
Wove so gently, through this skin,
You strung my limbs on a thread.
You pulled me here,
and pushed me there,
I never felt so free.
In your manipulating hands,
A mute puppet, I let myself be;
Yet strangely, felt so happy.
Your drug I craved, that sweet poison,
And you, my sole provider;
Took my hand, when I flew higher,
You stole my own horizon.
Took all you wanted, and you let go,
I fell out of the sky;
No one heard, and no one saw;
The drug wore off,
and I was I!
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Sultan Khilji: A Prayer
"Humbled,
come I into this Sanctuary.
With Love and Faith,
From those who have gone before.
Innocent am I in understanding,
Holy and pure in my love,
of all that is good and blessed.
Supreme God,
Ruler of The Light,
Lord of all!
Hear my prayer,
Help me now to dispell
All negativity.
All shadows of darkness,
That doom themselves,
to shame and unhappiness.
Save them
Make them part of the Light.
Mercy is Thy song I sing;
Forgiveness the act most precious.
In Thy Everlasting Grace,
I say this.
In humility,
I ask this.
Amen."
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Sultan Khilji: Autumn
‘I was alive once...and that was when you were not dead.’
The voice echoed through the thunderous rain and I never even noticed for once, the other
coffin that lay beside yours. Maybe it wasn’t even there till they offered you to the black
soil on that bleak September night. Maybe I was too engrossed in myself to notice,
or maybe I was too wrapped up in you to feel life drain out of me into that abysmal hole
in the ground that only seemed six feet deep at that time. Even they never noticed.
But then, how could they anyway? The blind are never supposed to see. Or are they?...
Maybe they chose not to see ... or maybe their demons curtained it from their view by
sheer force of evil. They think they are their companions for eternity, but they are not.
They’ll live with their demons till they die ... but they’ll die alone. His or her demon will
move on to someone else, perhaps to her or perhaps to him, again, to haunt him
or her to eternity.
As for me, I’ll just lie here ... alone. With no angel or demon to keep me company. For
I am one who has found permanent companionship with solitude itself. I have seen
the light in the supreme darkness of its nothingness. I have heard the whispers of
solace echoing through its silent vales. I have found love and sympathy cradled in
the tentacles of scorn within it ... I have found my voice, but have lost the words.
But I know. I’ll live within this death till it dies. And they will learn to let their demons
go, and awaken with their hearts not blind anymore. They will see that other coffin ...
lay it beside yours and cover it with the black soil of that bleak September night. And
a voice shall echo through the cemetery...
‘I was dead once...that was when you were not alive, but now I am alive within your death’.
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Sultan Khilji: The Unsaid
Let's sit together for hours;
Let's communicate in silence,
Let's drain our hearts
of all this pain,
Without the quivering of a lip;
Let's not think;
Let's be blind and numb too;
To all there is,That's left;
The Unsaid.
Let's then part smiling;
Pretend we understand each other;
Let's wait in silence,
Till we meet again;
Next weekend, perhaps?
Let's sit together a while,
Say all there is,
Till there's nothing left;
All Things said.
and go our separate ways;
Never to meet again!
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Sultan Khilji: Time [18]
"Time shall heal"
All here or not,
All hurt or not;
"It shall endure"
Till it doesn't?
"Time shall teach",
Yet never yield?
Till you are,
or not.
And then some more,
Of Time.
"It shall remind"
Over and over;
In vicious cycles;
Like the hands of a clock,
This all Sadistic One,
That soothes,
Every jab
Of its Three-edged-sword!
By sugarcoating it,
As "experience"?
Give it 18,
And reap the one still green?
Give it all,
And reap the one barely gold?
Oh ye, Great Deceiving One!
Know;
"The sweetest fruit lay"
"with what has an End". . .
Does thee?
Before Me?
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Sultan Khilji: Thank You, Goodbye!
Thank you
For the endless hours,
Of senseless fun;
For being there,
always,
When YOU craved company,
When you had nothing better to do.
For your surprise calls,
At your convenience.
For those "selfless" limits
To your sincerity.
For understanding me,
In your own way.
For your equality,
In calculated give and take.
For your undying support,
As long as I was afloat.
For your self-confessed inability,
In saying "No" to me;
And the generous frequency
of saying "No!"
Thank you, most of all,
For the punchmarks on the walls!
That bore the final Goodbye!
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Sultan Khilji. Sailing
Go on... Go on...
Let the wind guide you
Through the turbulent waves...
Escape the lullabies
of the calm ocean
The calls of the banshees
The Sirens
that would enchant you
into the abyss of oblivion
Go on...
Rip past the sands of the shore...
through the rocky cliffs
beyond the scorching,thirsting deserts...
Glide across the calm green pastures...
Heed not the call of intoxication
The little white flowers
The venus fly traps
Go on... Go on...
Pierce through the forests
to the foot of the mountain
Let not the sheer majesty
of height
Dazzle and intimidate
in to defeat
The last trick of illusion
The wind in your sails...
it is truly enough
If you believe in its power
Persist and conquer
Leave the ground
Soar... Soar...
Across the skies...
past the clouds, the rain
and the Sun...
In to those unfurling Arms
that wait
for this ship's return
home
Dock well
and drop the anchor.
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