“i have bled it all”
i dwell within this bottle, dark and still,
unknowing what my form shall yet become –
a verse of peace, or blade of sharpened will,
a lover’s vow, or warlord’s beating drum.
no thought is mine, nor voice to call my own,
yet i am fate’s accomplice, blind yet bold.
through trembling hands, i find a path unknown,
and mark the truths the silent dare not hold.
i birth both scripture and the tyrant’s law,
a saint’s lament, a sinner’s last regret.
i’ve drawn the maps of lands men never saw,
and signed the bonds they swore to soon forget.
though void of mind, i hold the world’s design
a soulless stream that dares to redefine.
Rishabh Dubey 'Kridious' 