Re-birth of an Angel

She looks at me, eyes that could swallow whole worlds, and cry whole oceans.
Draped over her shoulders, hair that could blanket the skies in sweet black satin.
Eyes that had seen pain undescribed, only remembered through tortured screams.
Eyes that still speak of a shattered heart, longing to be whole again.
A heart that yet beats with the love that ended her universe.
A heart that yet cries out for the long-lost promised love.
Eyes that are windows to the shadows deep within.
Eyes that are shadows within shadows.

Then, like the sun bursting through the thunderclouds,
I see a sparkle, a glow, a flash, a blinding light!
Her eyes radiate with hope and happiness,
The creases around her eyes start to disappear,
Her glistening tears start to dry and evaporate,
Divine love radiates from every cell of her being,
Happiness blooms like a heavenly rose in the warmth of hope,
Her angelic beauty overwhelms me, filling me with love and hope,

She smiles at me…and I smile back!

- Aviv Nair
12/3/2011

One Life to End it All:

Like wraiths in the dawning night,

I am teased by whispers of screams.

Always skipping just out of sight,

Play the shadows of dead dreams.



My feet wander from the bed of red coals,

I walk through the lonely crowd.

Drowning in the Sea of Lost Souls,

I hear nought but the silence so loud.



Across the mists of time looms the dead city,

A magnificent, dry and shrivelled husk.

Taunting me with strangely vibrant pity,

The bones of megaliths in the glittering dusk.



Looking forward to a future so dead,

I weave a delicate, forgotten past.

For after all is done and said,

This lifetime is my very last.



- Aviv Nair
17/2/2011

A wing and a Prayer

On a wing and a prayer,

A furtive flight so rare.

To tame a bucking nightmare,

A dream without hope or care.

Burning wind rushing through my hair,

I ride into the dragon’s lair,

On nought but a wing and a prayer!

- Aviv Nair
19/12/2010

Spilling Milk

I stand with my wings spread,
On the hesitant ledge.
I look down and wonder,
Standing upon that thin edge.

My wings are spread,
Ready to fly.
I look down again,
Standing so high.

I wonder again,
Do I dare again?
I leap again,
Without care, again!

Broken legs and soaring wings,
The earth cries, the wind sings.

Broken legs and soaring wings,
I wonder, have I done the right things?

-Aviv Nair
24/11/2010

A new beginning

Reality boils, the future implodes.
The world swims, the universe shrivels up.
Beauty rots, love explodes.

Thoughts evaporate, the mind reels.
My heart pumps, endlessly, pointlessly.
Gravity falls over, I kneel.

Gods watch helplessly.
Lady luck leaves
Apocalypse closes in.

My life collapses, present and past.
The soul melts, screaming.
Silently, I quake, holding fast.

She’s gone!

-Aviv Nair
9/11/2010

The Net Below the Tightrope

I toss and turn, one of many a sleepless night.
Visions of the future, dreams of the past.

Emotions boil, anger, anxiety, fear and fright.
Concern and worry, all swirl around too fast.

Almost a nightmare, something lurks out of sight.
The goal unachieved, trust betrayed, love lost.

Darkness fogs my vision, I lose my strength and might.
I break into a sweat, my heart heavy with frost.

Then, like an invisible, but inescapable light,
Her arm holds me, soft and slow.

I hear words, so calm, so clear, so bright.
“I love you!”

Suddenly, everything is alright!

- Aviv Nair
28/9/10

The War Veteran

Feels like it’s been years,
Since I saw myself in a mirror.
I see lines marked by tears,
And furrows marked by terror.

I see the tired old eyes,
And the streaks of grey hair,
From a lifetime of lies,
And being treated unfair.

It’s been a long while,
Since I saw a glimmer of love,
A simple little smile,
Or the innocence of a dove.

I stare deep into my soul,
Through my hopes and my past.
I stare at what was once whole,
Long shattered since the die was cast.

I stare at a face tormented by dreams,
Once caked with dried blood.
I try to ignore the screams,
But they return an unstoppable flood.

Feels like it’s been years,
Since I saw my face in a mirror.
What stares back are the fears,
And the legions of dark horror.

I can see no more, I look away…

- Aviv Nair
4/5/2010