chasing the dream
with a phlegmatic celerity
minute by minute
a fast-track pace
straight forward
... all the way
keeping the spirit alive
yearning for the destiny
you pine for infinity
listening to what your heart chants
Run! Run!! Run!!!
You keep the chase on.
vertigo and nausea
your head spinning like anything
veins, bereft of blood
through your skin
... nothing's left to sweat out
a feeling, your heart's failing
.... slowly
the alarm bell rings softly
but hits you hard
and you realize consequently
what you've left behind
... far behind
your destiny!
your dream!
now merely sour grapes.
coming too far ahead
perhaps more than you realize
pale and wan
wretched and forlorn
trapped...
in a formidable loneliness
you deplore for what you've done
you lie insenate
but then my friend
it's already too late.
who do you blame for your fate?
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
MIND PURIFICATION
Oh Yes, that's where the Lotus grows
... and bloom!
A microcosm
Bereft of harmony
Truth in void
Defiling animosity
And the ambience
Too Pugnacious!
-
FIGHT!
I say to myself
Keep the fight on
For the existance
For the soul
and the morals.
NO SAGE AROUND ?
LOCKED ROOM ?
BITTER VANDETTA ?
ECHOES OF VIOLENCE ?
Oh Yes, that's where i kindle
the spirit of Mind Purification.
PEACE!!!
... and bloom!
A microcosm
Bereft of harmony
Truth in void
Defiling animosity
And the ambience
Too Pugnacious!
-
FIGHT!
I say to myself
Keep the fight on
For the existance
For the soul
and the morals.
NO SAGE AROUND ?
LOCKED ROOM ?
BITTER VANDETTA ?
ECHOES OF VIOLENCE ?
Oh Yes, that's where i kindle
the spirit of Mind Purification.
PEACE!!!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
RECRIMINATIONS
To be revered
for you think you deserve
assuming your superior air
your pompous curiosity
all that we can see
naturally
that's just one incapacitated reverie
falsely amusing
banal and stupid
your irreverence for fidelity
don't you see?
an epitome of Blasphemy
how could you be so inimical?
iniquitious?
or should i be telling you again
the dire fate you might have to face
oh surely,
expect the recriminations
and get the sleeper
before you happen
... to face the music.
THE PUZZLE
morbid realizations
... of a tired mind
carpings
... of a puzzled mind
precarious credence
enigma
why decode your life?
what's so confusing?
just open up your eyes
and you'll find
it's not that hard to see
a familiar you
... pellucid
a material you
... limpid
and a conversant you.
Grant your soul
the latitude
give yourself the wings
life is so amble
explicit.
... of a tired mind
carpings
... of a puzzled mind
precarious credence
enigma
why decode your life?
what's so confusing?
just open up your eyes
and you'll find
it's not that hard to see
a familiar you
... pellucid
a material you
... limpid
and a conversant you.
Grant your soul
the latitude
give yourself the wings
life is so amble
explicit.
ABHORRENCE
The reflection of an ill mentality, jealousy
and the feeling of inferiority
pernicious
baneful
Converse is nothing
Antithesis is no thing
Antipathy
Scorn and Contempt
Nothing is disdainful
... and abhorrence?
DEFINITELY NOT!
Love those who love you
and love those who hate you.
Afterall,
What's a rose without a thorn?
Garnish your soul, gingerly
Add up few thorns.
Wonder,
in your head...
why a fence bears sword-tip ends?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
MIDNIGHT BLUES

All time flavour it depicts
...pathetic!!!
leaves back for me
a whole lot of smiles
...saccharine
and high up in the air
there's a killer machine
undousable it seems
like a dark hole in the sky
have you seen it my friend?
well, i have.
mournful sufferings
distraughting and aweful
i feel apnoeic
and severely fatigued
with fear and conspiracy
never ending hipocrisy
All that i keep denouncing
never to get paid back
...well what do i get?
a rueful sense of being
the worst hangover of living
and the same old question
immortal, unanswered
...???
were the days always this dark?
...pathetic!!!
leaves back for me
a whole lot of smiles
...saccharine
and high up in the air
there's a killer machine
undousable it seems
like a dark hole in the sky
have you seen it my friend?
well, i have.
mournful sufferings
distraughting and aweful
i feel apnoeic
and severely fatigued
with fear and conspiracy
never ending hipocrisy
All that i keep denouncing
never to get paid back
...well what do i get?
a rueful sense of being
the worst hangover of living
and the same old question
immortal, unanswered
...???
were the days always this dark?
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