Rusted time within the Earth...

The arc of rage,
Bound by the skies of love,
Basked in the moonlight, so dazed,
The stars above.

Love with rage,
Is lethargy with zeal,
Within a cage,
Waiting to be set free.

Can we fight with hazy clocks?
Alone in a room of dormant time,
While other rocks gather moss,
The only thing you can depend on is your mind.

My track is filled with unfinished work,
My track is paved with incomplete dreams,
How long can I stay stubborn?
How long will I have this zeal?

Can I write my work on paper?
Can I make them books?
Can I waiting until later?
Will I have time to look?

Life is a mysterious game,
Life is an arc glass,
Life is a battle for intact vain,
Life is within your hands clasped.

Can I walk beyond the sun?
Can I reach beyond the starlit galaxy,
Can I further take what has already been done?
The lost boundary...

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Fertile dreams...

I feel my casket teemed with hope,
A holy augury,
Hope is better than all gem stones,
Hope is the most holy.

My feet in contact with the wet mud,
The rise of fertility,
My arms caressed by the dusk,
Souls in the state of lucidity.

The sky is my shield,
The sun is my lover,
The trees welcome me,
Aren't they the best cover?

Hope can be shattered,
But today I have my shield,
It's strength that will ultimately matter,
Can I maintain my fertile dreams?

Hope ain't dry,
Hope is a ripe fruit,
Hope makes the sky,
Hope is the distinct moon.

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Star glow...

Placid light in the sky of dusk,
Captured in the my heart,
Basked in lust,
The moment captured beneath the dark...

It's only love that binds us together,
Love sets all seized birds free,
Love for all and forever,
Love is a different creed...

I can see the world through a convex lens,
We are all forms of stars,
But aren't the stars all mundane men?
Love is the adhesive but star glow sets us apart...

Suede petals,
Mother of virgin drops,
A dance with the angel,
The magic is laughter and the ability to sob...

A splash of blue,
In the midst of green,
This world belongs to you,
Mould it like you dream...

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Cryptic Maze...

I sometimes wonder as most people do what life will be ten years later. Whether I will live my dream, where I'll be what exactly I'll do and blah. This is a very confusing stage in my life. Even next year is a mystery. Sometimes it gets so baffling that it makes you want to bang your head on the wall and the fact is that I am doing my main subjects on my own. Sometime the stress can get you, that is if you let it get you.

The truth is each day is a mystery, although there seems like a consistent schedule you never know what lies ahead and when you meet with a twist of fate. Life is just like this big maze which you have to walk and time leads you ahead, life is like a path paved by fate, time, your decisions, your hard work, luck and these many things together make your maze. Your maze walks amid many mazes who are trying to discover their purpose in this vast world. You will not complete that maze until you breathe your last breath.

Life is a gift, but is depends on you how to use it. Life is beautiful and the mysteriousness makes it even better. Life is filling an organism with freedom. Life is giving some one an opportunity to make a mark, to make a change. Life is about the right to happiness. Life is about experiences but most of all life is how you choose to live it. Cheers to life !


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Lit beyond moments...

Broken promises never fade,
Engrave is incarnate,
If what goes around comes around then who did you make or betray,
Light the fire of life before it's too late...

Light your fire while you're there,
The light among nugatory beliefs,
The light amid clouds of despair,
The heat is only originality...

The fire of light,
Bound by glee,
Throws ignorance out of sight,
Somewhere if you search you'll find the melody...

On the waterfall,
On stacked rocks,
The candles prove you saw what you saw,
Darkness is mocked...

The flight of the birds,
Towards a luminous heavenly body.
The difference is those subtle layers,
Cognisance is the wings that set you free...

Time is an inconsistent friend,
Time is a momentary smile,
Time is the fissures we need to mend,
Befriend time before it flies...

The black wick,
Illuminated by golden light,
On firm candlesticks,
Bound by time...

Light is the mesmerising petals,
Time is the firm stem,
Time rusts all metals,
Light just mends...

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Water...

There is a lot you ought to cease,
You've been pushed foward by sycophancy,
When your heart has been crushed by its theif,
Everyone but you is dancing...

Water is my life and inception,
Yet I favor gold,
Water is the reason for inventions,
Water moulds my soul...

Those monotonous words,
Read by honourable veterans,
While the new Cavalry has flown away like birds,
An adventure for each generation...

Wouldn't you love to be the first,
They say no one remembers the second,
You are the one to quench your thirst,
You are the spine of the generation...

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Fate and folklore...

She usurped my place,
Spun her own robes,
My place as the spinner of fate,
The malleability of gold...

Basked in silent glory,
The new blacksmith,
The unfinished story,
The power of wits...

Sensitive of sound,
Sensitive to light,
Ten steps down,
We see what's on the outside...

The magic of folklore,
The mask of values,
In a box of pride we store,
The great laws of a few...

The more we penetrate,
That makes us one step ahead,
She's the new spinner of fate,
They write only what the exceptional have said...

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30 Seconds to Mars???

We live in such a beautiful world, such diversity of life and diversity in our surroundings. Mountains, rivers, the ocean, ponds, twilight ( I mean actual twilight) , marine life, etc. Will we ever find such diversity anywhere else?

Recently there have been talks about colonizing Mars. Can we ever find this diversity? Can we take all the 5 kingdoms to Mars? Will be able to live the way we do? Although I do want to see another planet at least once in my life but if we talk about staying there. Naah . I'd am a true and faithful Earthling. Peace.

Rust...

Old yellow bricks,
Ancient buildings,
Illusionistic tricks,
She cannot spread her wings...

Preserved in a box,
Ancient love letters,
Each step behind she walks,
The ancient Pyramids of Giza are so much better...

She caresses her locks,
Red as blood,
On the church door she knocks,
Did those pieces of paper really bear love?

Don't we all fight against the clock?
Tainted hearts,
As buildings rise they also fall,
With blood did she part?

We all want our blood to be warmer,
Can't time be preserved like a rose in a book?
Wouldn't we love to be stronger?
At the vivid world she looks...

Around the world,
Within the spiral galaxy,
What about her?
Will she be set free?

Stop traveling through time,
The present doesn't need to be preserved,
Not one more tear in her eye,
No more empty words...

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A thump of the foot,
Smacking her lips,
Not doing what she should,
Swaying her hips.

Follow the rhythm,
Sway with the beat,
One breath give,
A one time treat.

Within the smoke,
The dance of the waters,
The music of the soul,
All within a quarter.

Tears...

Fast asleep.
Dreams behind the swollen lids of heavy eyes,
She begins to weep,
She bids farewell to the Scott soldier with bagpipes.

A brave soul,
On a brave steeds back,
Restless bones,
An unfathomed track.

An unfathomed track,
He will be the one to discover,
On a brave steeds back,
What about her?

Dreams of fear,
Dreams of hope,
One last tear,
How many steps home?

As he creates melodies extracted from the soul of his bagpipes,
As he follows his quest,
Will he come home to kiss swollen eyes,
Or will he come home to rest?

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From Eden, with grace...

She left Eden, the land of Lillie's and lullabies,
She missed hell by one step,
She came to Earth with her seducing eyes,
In golden stardust she slept,
There was the maze,
The wide staircase.

Candle sticks with large lit candles,
A fine glass of wine which she had to handle,
She had come from golden Eden,
Silk robes that she wore for him,
A blend of stardust which she had to sleep in,
Was she really free from sin?

Stardust on her eyes,
Visually stimulating smiles,
Lips as red as wine,
The winds dance and the melody of the chimes,
With fine cutlery they shall dine,
All in one night.

Licking her lips,
Swaying her hips,
Walking across the bridge,
Waiting at midnight from him,
Her enchanting voice,
She arrived from Eden with grace and poise.

They'll be meeting at supper,
For love breaks all reasons for suffer,
He'll be waiting there at midnight,
Waiting in the moonlight,
They'll their have dessert in paradise,
They'll wed on the moon.

Us and them...

Tapestry for the royal,
Tainted flowers for the poor,
A dog for the loyal,
Disloyalty walks out the door...

The white unicorn,
With the horn of fire,
The eyes of the ocean,
The magic potion...

The damp stone walled mansion,
The spirits of the dead,
Crimes of passion,
No one can rest...

As they are to break down and cry,
We are to burst into laughter,
As they let out a sigh,
Our ignominy leads to slaughter...

A knight protects the king,
Life is a big chess board,
They are the ones with the wings,
We are the martyrs with the raised swords...

In between the chinks are a million secrets,
Borne by the sun rays,
Not one revealed is the safest,
These are disgraced days...

The unicorn gallops in the dark,
Or across the rainbow,
The vivid arch,
This arch of love...

We were absurd,
We cherished sugar candies alone,
Their daggers are weaker than their words,
We were our souls?

We danced in puddles formed by tainted drops,
We were left for the dogs,
The dogs were us,
Why did they leave us in the mud?

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Isosceles

The moment of the battle had begun,
Remove your swords,
Load your guns,
Fate is the game of the gods.

Your bravery defines you,
Sublime interventions,
All within your own view,
Those vicious intentions.

Screams of pain,
The lost love,
A prance of vain,
What about the flight of the white dove?

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