Biography of Xelam Kan
Cogito ergo sum.
Te amaré por mil años
Don't we see this life seeds every pain and trims all joys and pleasures...but these are our mighty words that spill them and unveil its inanity.
I am not just born to die nor my insanity is comparative and I will re-spell the norms.But the problem is, I am left alone with myself for too long and I talk to myself only.
Xelam Kan's Works:
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Xelam Kan Poems
Candle In The Wind
In a dark gloomy night And the around was blessed with fear and fright Rain, lightning and thunder storm snatched away the sweet night`s charm
Medusa, The Myth Unfold
Suspend for a while your sense of query, I am to tell you an old tragic story Revealed unto my solemn heart A myth that was wrongfully taught
Can’t you see my strong pulsation? Beating in persuasion And longing for for lost Sensation.
A Scared Fairy
Sweet and melodious as Homeric rhymes, But had a life of tragedy prime. Faraway from vanity She was as sacred as Trinity.
Before God`s Grace
After a mournful funeral My soul was summoned before God`s throne Bewildered, abject and all alone uncertain of my sins to be atoned.
Mistaken by the subsequent races The STORY of god and His traces; From Solon to Solomon, and from Moses to Marx, and of course,
Sanity Or Insanity
Is this sanity or insanity to wish a death in obscurity? Death that might bring calm and ease As my life deserted by joys and peace.
Art Poetica (Quintus Horatius)
(To emerging poets) ........... Did not hear about Quintus Horace? Who descended the laws to Verse in grace:
The darkness is drifting slowly away and made her alarmed in sleep and dismay. Dreams that made her charms
The Song Of Hypatia (Ad 415)
For heresy and negating the heavenly laws Hypatia was deprived from all honours and applause. Let me confess my crime,
A Child`s Cry
Could my words be rooted in your hearts and host my woes and screams? Oh sweep off
Rise Of The Fallen
Raise………… O forsaken and dejected but libertine souls! Tho`r beaten badly afore, And blessed with death on the farthest shores,
Fall Of Troy
Learnt from Chapman's Homer, A story full of grace and glamour. Killings of Royals, warriors and multitude Fall of Troy is
Who Am I....
Who am I? An angelic soul or Lucifer`s lamb? In the midnight hours When facing the fair sky,
Adieu! O my sweet fellow,
It's time to part our pillows
with kisses four
for melancholy sore.
lo the tyrant sun is up in the east
And calling for, to shun
the night feast.
The fragrance and charm of the night
stir my heart and keep