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Reality lies beneath the tenfolds of death, life is only a lie.

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Where the ancient world is falling apart, there you will find me waiting for you.

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I’m creating goodbyes only to meet you again.

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Of Love And Posion

A nameless face sings to me of death and post agony.

Like flowers of needles and remorseless maidens my heart is breaking to this dark symphony.

Tired arms coldly wrap around me consoling me of lost eden.

Like her breath on my neck and her teeth through my skin, her love is purely heathen.

The breeze once hush now a raging storm lifting her orbs so somber.

Like a death wish in a smile spilling my blood to keep her mine, setting my sun in the sky so amber.

This ageless turmoil and her caliginous whispers, a beauty fouled as she fell from grace.

How must I survive love and death from this bewitching nameless face?

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Her

In the woods of deep eyes, post summer I’m mesmerised.

In her arms of black and white, her love I’ve realised.

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I have lived through the nights that have destroyed me over and over again.

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God, am I only a subject of birth, maturation and decay?

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The Dead Need No Flowers

In the very beginning of what I’d call the end, I am brought alone to a ghastly place far away from my home.

I’m very aware of the consequences of my delirious nature and I also know that I’m yet another human subject to a grave stone.

In the very beginning of what I’d call hope, I have found despair in the corner of my heart where your hands couldn’t reach.

If I have to choose what I’d want to be today, I would choose to be numb and bring silence to my speech.

In the very beginning when I’d expect myself to be brave, I have found fear, the one that’s insisting to stay.

Amongst all odds, all macabre, all dread and all dark, my eyes beg to pray.

In the very beginning of when I thought I would live a little longer, I am dying at a slow pace, a morbid character at display.

And in my final moments when i’m expected to lie down in fabric and sleep, here I am lonely and flying away.

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