Beelzebub's slave

In the light of mirth or morose
He stays ablaze and winces
Nothing in the world soothes his self
And more he sinks in distress
A ruthless eye had found him
Upon him is his gaze
Beelzebub is the bearer's name
And his soul is his claim

When he found a place in this world
He thought the slavery had come to an end
But knew not he of being free
And the road he walked never saw a bent.
© 2016 VIREN

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SITA-RAMAM

I don’t remember when it happened but somewhere and at some point in time, I stopped believing in love stories. It so happened that once the idea of true love went missing in my heart, I started to drift away and got lost in the market of cheap entertainment, it was instant gratifications that robbed me of the opportunities of waiting with dignity for real love. Words came easy to me once when describing any piece of art, literature, or music that moved me. I used to find my innocence when I found stories that were so beautifully unreal that they seemed divine. But lately, love stories appeared cornier and cornier and the stories became so predictable that even if I watch a love story (which I generally avoid), it fails to move me. Today, after watching the late-night show of Sita-Ramam, I feel I have found that old believer in me. I am glad he is still there, believing in the idea of magical love. This film was so complete in experience that it will remain with me. Sita-Ramam is...

FANTASIA

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Bemoaning of a sinner.

Lucid view of my atrocious face, you'll visit the temple of satanic realms; Had I not closed my eyes, to the light ahead me, darkness invited me to obscurity; It's a cliche to say that I've fallen in dark; Do I've a path through this wilderness, I'ld folow it to redeem my soul. © 2016 VIREN

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