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Linga Siva Poem
Fate's hand write the play
Every soul ought to play by its way;
It taunts the strong till they battle and yield
and daunts the weak to beg and plead;
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2015
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Linga Siva Poem
Roused by a sharp and painful cry
A known tone from very nigh;
I'm amid the storm-safe in its eye
gracefully floating-where am I?
Regaining past as the oblivion fades
The arduous life staging numerous plays;
Though life seems unfair and hard to tew
Its a chance for me to start anew...
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2015
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Linga Siva Poem
Mountains I tread break to rubbles;
Arts I sculpture wane to scribbles;
The defiant paladin has effaced from presence
And a gruesome ghost is left behind;
God despises my very existence
Burning this life he once lent;
He blunt my sword and burnt my shield
But my feral heart will never yield.
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2016
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Linga Siva Poem
This contorted shell has lost its gleam
My health is paring from a grim disease;
The Evils i pulled to ground my fame
have nibbled my soul piece by piece;
Jealousy had rooted to this lifeless heart
which no gold or silver could ever suffice;
This tunnel is ending and there's no light in sight
For me, its a farfetched dream to rest in peace...
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2016
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Linga Siva Poem
Moon's gleam flooding the dusk
lighten the heavens and hell alike;
He feared no more as his spirit demised
submitting to shadows, thinning the wike;
He has no soul to shed a tear,
for his first prey had bore their heir;
Memories haunt the maddened slave
yet, fell another twilight for the wolf to tear.
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2017
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Though a unique bird in the regular flock,
I flew and fell at every block.
Sky is the pinnacle of my juvenile dreams.
The one I fear, will soon feint in flames.
Watched as my bloods conquered the night.
soaring to touch the pitch black sky.
Hope is waning as I end the verse.
But my wings won't concede till I mount the hearse.
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2016
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Tainted souls and Twisted minds
Unfair world.
Vicious trolls win the polls
Withering honor that once stood strong
Yet Hope persists to right the wrong.
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2015
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Life is a bliss - an enticing play;
each with an unquenchable heart to please
A crucial role to stage everyday;
For even gravedigger elevates the soul to peace.
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2015
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Linga Siva Poem
I’ve witnessed my brethren rise and fall,
with death’s glare as glorious as the fetal spark;
Never have I ceased to gaze them all,
for I’m a messenger of the cosmic dark.
After a Millennium of the mundane rut,
the Gaia’s gleam awoke my interest;
Myriad of voices filled the gaping void,
but one so brilliant to deem the rest devoid.
A voice that I longed forever to hear,
through shrouded loneliness and the darkness so clear;
I heed the wish of a gentle heart,
that liberated me free as I did my life's part.
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2020
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Linga Siva Poem
Rinsed in Styx and forged for an eon,
I've reaped a lot than I've verily sown;
Impelled by the soul of an obstinate scion,
I've born again to reclaim my throne.
- The Fallen Tyrant
Copyright © Linga Siva | Year Posted 2018
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