Anger is the only tinker which fills devil’s coffer
Be it intelligence or stupidity, none lasts forever
It seems I soliloquize when I converse with Arizel
She is the one always present near me
Who I cannot see, she wants to set me free.
Droopy trees call me when they are in pain
Sunny skies want to make me their slave
The misled river puts me for sale
When I fall, the three dance in rain
The one who catches me brings their souls back again.
I can help only one of these three nature’s games
For that I spend one lifetime with them
I always get crucified in the world which they think as realistic
What I do only Arizel knows, she saves me when I shed my skin
She is a lore sung in the existent half of silent forest of dreams.
When I lose her I jump from the mountains
Her reflections pore out as blood from my body
Fools understand only the language of religion and money
They never understand the story I keep telling
This story the trees, the skies and the river are listening.
Upon them I shower my grace, they readily accept their fate
Contemplating the devil’s yearnings
I couldn’t find the equal of time
Following the stars was my one and only crime
All that I earn make my past shine.
In a single moment lie a zillion moments
It’s up to you how many you can collect
May be the lion doesn’t know I have the stone
It will bring me near his home
I always carry the skies with me, to mask my bronze.
To save the skies I fought with Arindharan winds
The river is curious when she’ll mingle with the Prophesier
She thought she never deserved the celestial water
I slay which you have never seen
And I keep hunting for the ghostwords within.
My enemies know me only after my senescence
What I am doing to them is not for her care,
Love sinks in the devil’s heart as a faltered prayer
The worldly offerings are like blood on my broken bronze
I vowed Ventriloquist won’t ever take the throne.
May be your future and past are certain
And you can do nothing about it in your present
Still if you believe, you can do your will in future,
Destinies are latent but try as much you can
You cannot control them in real.
When I met the animals of the forest
Some of them welcomed me some were at unrest
Lion’s minions gave me a hard time
I heard her voice in my head,
Every time I was assaulted or distressed.
Arizel sent the good animals for my help
Vasitven too appeared to give me short rest
Lion wanted me to forget her and my powers,
So that her voice seem to me as a nightmare
Unaware but somehow I found the Lion’s daunting lair.