The final moments before being a ghost of the forgotten and darkness(by kishern manickam)

Rain spatters on the windows,
Vain clatters on the heart,
For the truth has foretold,
For life shall change,
In a insanely way,
Mayhem and Lucifer mocks,
with laughters and insults,
From a innocent soul,
To a forgotten,
Thus filled with pure evil and darkness,
The soul cannot be refilled with good ,
Nor can it be filled with blight,
As hopes and wills are too late,
To restore the soul to the unforgotten,
The soul roams around the faces,
Of thee plights,
The soul roams around the laces,
Of thee flights,
Faces of laughter and happiness,
Without thee,
Sends the soul to the path of vile inceptions,
Laces of bridges and paths,
Without thee,
Fends the soul to the path of vile deceptions,
To be a forgotten being,
Is great torture and chaos,
For the soul can no longer bear,
The hinders of  evil

The time to realize your sins(kishern manickam)

When you are someone you like to be,
Others do not appreciate,
For you are a big difference to them,
Others just condemn the soul,
In sinful ways,
But the reason of one's plight,
Is hidden among them,
You wish to lend happiness,
But you fend sadness,
Try to be a flashing brightness of somebody,
But to be a dashing darkness of nobody,
Is unseen,
Nor recognized by anyone,
Every good deed you try to commit,
Yet it turns into a bad seed you commit,
This does the soul to lose it sanity,
Thus entrap the soul with vanity,
Until truth is foretold,
It comes to you who has never realized through the journey's of life, 
The soul finally understand the verdict,
For shall it turn evil,
Nevertheless it's painful past sticks to it like a vile of shame,
Drink the grail of hope,
Yet the frails of disgust spits away hope,
Alas for thee soul can bear no more hinders of life,
As it has decided to be inhumane without any amends,
The soul loses it's love,
As it flutters away like a dove,
The soul starts to hide,
Like a ghost that shall never be seen forever till the very end of time.

What you want to gain in your journey through life.

It could be anything,
If you desire to achieve that comfort,
It never is everything,
If you have what you truly want the gain,

What is most important,

Is what you achieve that desires

Money is not everything,
Nor greed or sloth,
Life is a long journey,
That enlightens values from the circumstances that we encounter,
Life is a long run,
To strive to gain what is ours,
Life is not what it can do,
Sometimes it is what it must do.


Life is Random in many ways,
Also expressing what it wants to enlighten ones mind,
To be able to face nightmares that blocks the path of Glory,
Is to change oneself in order to strive what one is willing to achieve through life,
One can healthy,young and joyful today,
But who knows whether one might end up on the deathbed the next day,
With harsh regrets of not gaining what one strove for,
For not having the will to overcome consequences,nightmares and peers surrounding one,
The boundaries that will trail the soul forever,
Will  teach and punish one relentless of efforts,
Either teaching the will and strength to gain what it wants till the very end of time,
Or poisoning one to a slow, indignity and painful death.
Life is not always being a goody two-shoe,
It is the guts to break the rules in order of achievement to arrive.

The freezing blizzard of life in ones soul(by kishern manickam)

The icicles hang frozen,
The air is thin,
The trap that binds someone,
Is a cage that freezes one till death slowly,
The endless icy blizzard that breezes,
Provides a horrible end of faith,
With its last mutters and breaths,
Dies stiffly without dignity,
The cold heart of ones soul,
Reflects the background of suffering,
The cold heart of ones soul,
Reflects the screams of mercy,


Tears flowing for an act of mercy,
Yet it is frozen till ice,
Pleas of  help and life are heard,
Yet it Freezes one till death,
The silence of the lambs,
Reminds the Loneliness of thee soul,
The cold heart of life,
Freezes ones efforts and will,
The cold hearted discrimination of others,
Burdens the existence of thee soul from it's purpose on earth,
The arrogance of others,
Freezes the warm heart of ones happiness,


The laughter of arrogance,
Is the birth of brutality in the poor chaps soul,
The insults of ones efforts,
Leads to the other's sin,
The sin that the other pushes,
Will soon lead to greater suffering,
The Merriness and joyful insults of others,
Will soon rot in the infernos of hell,
To be condemned in Life,
Will soon inflict pain to others,
Despite the ignorance of pain from others,
Will soon pain inflict their very lives.

Encountering death(by kishern manickam)

Ones heart flows with the feeling of death,
There is no escape from fate,
Facing it till the very end,
To watch what happens to the very soul,
Pain blazes in ones soul,
Fear too Gazes in ones heart,
Sadness lurks in ones heart,
Agony too roams in ones emotions.
The sins that one commits,
Is what that one faces,
The punishment that must be faced,
Is the judgement of god that must be decided,
The innocence of a soul to proceed on,
Is preventing guilt to face terror and  punishments,
The death that is about to embark,
Is to prepare for the exodus,

Foo Jia Jun (by kishern manickam)(dedicated to Foo Jia Jun and Friends)

Life was filled with pure darkness,
Until Thee shone the path of blight,
Whenever Thou was in need of wisdom,
Thee a wise sage filled Thou's perspective with advice,
When Thou was in need of aid,
Thee aided with the hand of fraternity.


When Thou was depressed and hurt,
Thee healed with happiness and guidance,
Thou was always angry and sad,
Until Thou soothed it with calmness and peace.
Thou has worked hard to be someone,
But Thee has always said to be what you want to be.


Thou was always down with life,
Until thee brought me back up with courage,
Thee was standing like a warrior fighting an endless battle
Thou in return lent a hand,
Alas may this deeds of greatness be worth my purpose on mother earth,
Thou bids adieu if the precious soul had done its purpose

be happy for what god has done for us(by kishern manickam)

There should never be frowns or jealously,
For what god has done for us,
Always be joyful,
For what gifts that is given by god.
You have a body that can do wonders in life,
So value it well,
Always appreciated life as it is,
You may be poor or middle,
But money does not matter,
Because what matters is your health and happiness,
Life of the end of days,
comes to the judgement between you  and god


Do not waste life's imaginations,
Always appreciate what good has god for us,
Even the lost of a loved one,
It is done by the will of god,
Even the vials of destruction reclaims lives,
We must appreciate god,
Never reject any sins from god,
Because god knows what is best for humanities faith,
Always cherish the good moments you have,
Because the future is a mystery.
Always remember the good times of life,
For tomorrow it will vanish without any words.

The values to achieve ones desire life ( by kishern manickam)

The achievement for what ones desire,
Is to work smart,
The achievement for ones accomplishment,
Is to never lose faith,
To fight for something that is precious to one,
Is to never lose ones will and strength,
To conquer ones fear in life,
Is to face them despite whatever consequences that lurks,


To challenge with an enemy of one,
Is to never stop till the very end,
To make the right decisions in life,
Is to think through first before making the final choice,
To achieve a better future,
Is to sacrifice ones past,
To achieve happiness,
One must empower sadness,


To gain something precious,
Is to fight for it till the very end,
To achieve better circumstances in life,
Is to change ones perspective,
To be the most recognized person,
Is to strive towards your goals,
To redeem ones soul,
One must accomplish the very things that suites his life.

Life without friendship( by kishern manickam)

The curse of loneliness lurks behind ones life,
As an act to worsen ones life,
Brutality in ones heart glows with hatred,
By meeting the people that takes away ones sociality,
The pride that one used to have,
Was dashed away unmercifully,
The agonizing past that haunts you,
Will always repeat without any amends.


Life of loneliness,
Destroys the aid of self-motivation,
Life without the aid of fraternity,
Decreases ones perspective view over life,
Life of endless sadness and pain,
Decreases ones length of living,
Life insulted by others,
Always feels true even if its not,


Always had life been hurtful to thou,
Nor did it aid one at times of hardship,
Life without teamwork,
Always exterminates an individual person,
Life without the guts,
Always have led further to misery,
Thou have always wanted to leave this world,
For it is filled with agonizing sorrow and tyranny.

Life as an executioner.(by kishern)

The cries of screams and whimpers,
The pain and agony in the vermin,
Thou cries for ones life spared,
But death lurks while waiting without an act of mercy,
The blade falls on the vermin's neck,
The head falls off to the floor,
Blood gushing and spurring all over,
Which saddens the heart of the executioner.


The executioner feels his sin,
Why take a life under the laws of man,
What punishment awaits from god himself,
What retribution will thou receive,
The executioner hides his emotions with regret,
Not wanting to feel pity for a vermin,
Is this humanity,
The executioner feels the pain,
What is the point of brutal death,
The executioner asks himself,


Every Friday is the day of sadness and frowns,
screams and cries are heard when the time is up,
the executioner gets his Axe polished,
To cut clean of the head of the vermin,
Every time he hears the last rights done by priests,
Before performing the terrible deed,
As the vermin lies,
The executioner does the same thing. 

The meaning of love(by kishern manickam)

The larks sing with joy,

The angels smile with divinity,

The power of love embarks,

By the hand of cupid itself,

Love makes life beautiful,

In many ways of creating happiness,

Love is a teaching,

That is the creator god and religion.

Love is an emotion,

That joins the love of a man and woman,

Love is sacrifice,

To protect the ones that are precious,

Love is strength,

That keeps one going till death,

Love is a mechanism,

That can never be separated no matter what boundaries it face.

Love is a purpose,

To complete the life of ones very soul at the plains of mother earth,

Love is life,

That creates more life on mother earth,

Love is a reason,

For a man and woman to mate,

Love is a history,

So as a mystery.

Love is a comparison,

That makes a person do the right thing.

A life without miracles.(by kishern manickam)

The great perils of life that one soon achieve,
Will soon vanish without any amends,
The expectations that one do to gain respect,
Will soon be forgotten by other expectations,
The efforts that one tries to do,
Will always be prevailed by others,
All the good deeds that one does for others,
Will never be heard or cared by others,
When one tries to do something with pure confidence,
The other dashes the hopes and dreams by weakening the pride of ones spirit.


Is it the will of god that decides such fate,
For one to fall apart with endless pain,
Not even death itself can redeem ones pain,
Nor can it ease the dark-hearted memories of ones perils through life,
As one tries to drink the grail of success ,
The other destroys the chance by spilling the grail,
The person that contributes good values for the greater purpose of others,
Others will forget the deeds that one has done,
What is life if there are no miracles even without effort,
So Adieu i bid to the world which are tainted with unmerciful acts.
                                                                                                               The poet,
                                                                                                                Kishern Manickam

To love a woman(dedicated to kishern manickam)

The gushes of brown sand,
Reminds the beauty of her caramel eyes,
The red roses blooms slowly,
Reminds the sweetness of her voicing lips,


The doves flutter with excitement,
The waves sloshes slowly,
The man meets a woman,
The bond of love begins romantically,


The feeling to spend ones life,
Is to feel loves strength,
The will to protect ones desire,
Is what makes a man strong,


The will to sacrifice for the greater of one,
Is to have the strength of love,
The will to bond with one,
Is to understand the expectations of each other,


To complete the purpose of ones soul in mother earth,
Is to mate with one with pure desire,
To face whatever fate brings upon a couple,
Is to stay together whatever happens,
Wealth or poverty,
Ill or health,
Good or evil,
happiness or sadness,


The love something precious,
Is to find the right one,
If it is not to be found,
Ones soul shall never redeems its life on earth.
Nor the afterlife.
Love remains a mystery,
so as it is a teaching to understand ones emotions,

Life as a burning candle (kishern's style)

The soft flow of wax drips,
The candle stands still and firm,
The soft glow of light fighting a losing battle,
It burns with might to show no fear,


The monstrosity of ones life,
Is always endless with frowns,
Why is this the fate that humanity must face,
Is this the will of god I ask again,


The life of endless pain,
Is worse than the punishment of purgatory itself,
The life of endless battles,
Is worse than the blazing infernos of hell itself,


The lit finally vanishes,
The candle is melted to wax,
Death itself can never redeem ones soul,
For the perils of life is unforgotten

the true meaning of sacrifice(by kishern manickam)

To sacrifice for the life of others,
Is to have the hope on others,
To sacrifice for the things you love,
Is to have the will to fight for it,
To sacrifice for the greater good,
Is to have the courage to bear the pain,
To sacrifice ones past for the best, 
Is a new beginning for a greater future,


The will to sacrifice ones desire,
Has to come from ones heart,
The will to sacrifice for a greater purpose,
Is the faith that  inspires ones mind,
The will to sacrifice for ones precious life,
Is to have the will of strength,
The will to sacrifice for the greatest things in life,
Is to sacrifice ones past.

Life as someone forgotten(by kishern)

The wind gushes the sand,
The bell chimes softly,
The voice that is in need of aid,
Has never been cared to prevent such terrible faith.
The cries of screams heard,
The request for help does not arrive,
It does not have mercy,
Nor humanity.


One that tries hard for something,
Tries to be known by people,
Hopes for a miracle and a stroke of luck,
Never arrives to reward ones achievement,
The agony of proceeding ones life,
Is with pure loneliness and a heart of pure ice,
Is this the will of god that decides such fate,
Is it for the best of human nature,


The pain of loneliness for thou cannot bear,
Is endless pain,
Worse than the infernos of hell itself,
I bid my farewells and regards to this world of sorrow and tyranny,
For thou cannot watch or feel life's terror.