Nights...

Let my fate rest with the night,
Let my destiny be embraced by a time that dearths light,
A sky illuminated but embraced with darkness,
Glum eloped by the moonlight,
The hallucinations by a hidden side of the mind,
A song of a versatile time,
A time that leads me to harsh times to come,
A comforting hand that caresses me in times of anxiety,
A tender hazy slumber...

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Eccentric times...

Turn a blind eye to changing times,
A blend of fate, times and luck will lead you to your path,
A choice between the blues and sunshine,
A telescope of the heart,
A dazed sculpture you'd like to believe is you,
A companion whirling around the road of destiny,
A thrusting smile you couldn't refuse,
In the end it's just your strength which will keep you from being lonely...

It's strange how the world seems to become from nebulous to crystal clear, how just one individual becomes a part of this vast world. Lucidity strikes you with it's sharp arrow and then you find yourself amusing. Humans are very strange each of us think we are perfect. We believe our lives are so though and try to console ourselves.We believe our former problems are so easy. We grow, we live, we see,we create ,we feel, we love each other, we hate, we couldn't give a damn and we basically try to go beyond and try to know the reason to each activity.

This transformation from a little girl in her own world of dreams to well, a angsty teen who is still very much in her own world of dreams but a different one is happening to me. I've got barely five months to finish school and five months to give my boards ( Shit!) and five months to commence upon a new journey. I really wonder where I'll be. I want to dive into world where the strangest mysteries are revealed, science. I would say I love a variety of things but unfortunately I'm ignorant but I want to learn and to be more positive I will as time proceeds.

These are strange times but I feel these are the times I will look back to. Where will these eccentric times lead me to? But wait, I hold my own hand and it all depends on me. I am my own car through this viscous road.

Games of time...

There was once a drum to beat,
There was once a flute to play,
There were times I didn't need to question my fertility,
Time plays surreal games...

Why would you cry for skin no more supple,
Or the vanished strength you cherished,
You could never be the same zealous rebel,
Those days have followed the mist...

Time seems to dry as leaves loose that ecstatic green,
The most cherished flower of youth has dissolved in stubborn time,
You are the bearer of the torch of this journey you've seen,
Times change before you flutter your eyes...

Time turns gray with each puff,
You were the free spirit now you're the rearer,
As time progresses you'll find yourself teemed with lust,
Fate and you are now closer...

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Steam...

A wisp of smoke in the starry night sky,
The shimmer of golden locks,
The curved surface where the focus of beams of light could never die,
The glint of bronze....

The stirring of water in a silver pail,
Where earth is met with the reflection of paprdise,
The glow of the sky's vain,
An effect of lost poise...

Boiling water converted to white steam,
A dormant body incarnated,
The image of a hazy dream,
Traces of lost dreams are awaited...

As you follow the footsteps of glory,
As you try to find the mystery of lost treasure,
You have followed the footsteps and created a story,
You have found deceiving pleasure...

Drops of sapphires were kept in mundane steel,
Lust was found in a mundane place,
Lust had sunk under the oceans of melodies,
You never kissed the face of fate...

You fell in the feet of luck,
You rose from the ground,
You left the fertile mud,
You just did yourself proud...

Ascended like vapor,
Sat on a deceptive throne,
Your prayer was answered,
Where do you call home?

As you sharpen your charcoal,
To engrave words on glowing stars,
Words that protrude from your soul,
The pleasure of power...

The longevity of a nebulous dream,
The illusion of lost proportion,
Lost thoughts being set free,
The sweet magic potion...

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Waterfall...

Life is the force,
That has been directed along the same path,
A path which is a gift of fate,
The unity of the heart...

The morrow has been engraved in flesh,
The morrow is the leader of all action,
Fate is only caressed by the best,
The cause of that energy was friction...

The sack of life has been packed with sweet and sour,
The battle for an ultimate motive,
In this incessant journey for self satisfaction united we fall,
This cryptic path fate has lit...

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Glitter...

As I stand above golden light,
Elevated by an illusion,
An illusion spun by life,
To fathom a mysterious reason...

I need to pull the chariot of the inspired,
I am the steady steed,
Inspiration lures the inspires into the circle of fire,
The inspired are a different creed...

Accelerated is the search for happiness,
The quest limited to this diverse sphere,
Whose to lead those who have never been blessed?
Whose to inspire those who dearth fear?


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Droplets of fire...

Drops of fire that ascend from the ground,
They defeat gravity with their deception,
They forgot the illusions caused by sound,
They go beyond their reflection...

Why did you think I'd be left behind?
Why did you think you were the only one with the shield?
We are all slaves of our mind,
Of my master, I got the best I could yield...

As I dream to sail in molten silver,
In a ship so secure,
An endeavour to tackle a viscous river,
After all, they are liquids so pure...

The rails have gathered rust,
They have borne the weight,
They are the ones who are denied love,
They are the ones who are cursed with a turn of fate...

Run through tender red flowers,
They are the key to olfactory pleasure,
You'll find thorns like ours,
This delirium you call leisure...

There's a path I call my road,
There are words I call my wheel,
There is a moonlit highway where there occurs the fusing of the souls,
There's an energy created I call zeal.

I have been caressed with the signals of fate,
The whisper of magic,
After years on the perimeter I've entered the gate,
I have been embraced by sublimely worshipped ink...

The locks of fire vanquished the world,
Did you feel the whisk of its drops,
The drops were motile with a stronger whirl,
Gravity was mocked...

There was a battle between the lucid and the fire,
The fire won to create a gleam,
The fire stood by its desire,
For my friend, you can't limit a dream.

Within the air of lucidity,
There was an arc which was the sheild of dreams,
There were drops that decieved gravity,
These drops united to create tyhe brightest gleam...

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Snowflakes...

Why have you pondered over what's gone?
Why have you contemplated dry vengeance?
Could you have thought of the wasted energy your fire has drawn,
Could you have opened your strained fists?

The world is an image blurred,
There are secrets in all nooks and crannies,
Somewhere there is a force,
An exuberating magnitude waiting to be set free.

You could only look at that humongous charge,
You forgot the minute electrons,
You could say you have a healthy heart,
You forgot to say your soul was gone...

When would you know that final moment has arrived?
For you could consult no glowing crystal ball,
In the darkness your wits are your only light,
With clenched fists, you can't punch a wall.

Your eyes are your window to light,
But your eyes are only spheres of glass,
The true window is your mind,
Your face is your mask...

The stars look diminished next to the vast sky,
But the sky just dives into its own emptiness,
For the skies are the one to cry,
The stars are what you aspire to caress...

You'd love to engrave your name in gold,
A lifetime is what you make,
A promise to reach you epitome,
Momentary beauty and latter remembrance like white shimmering snowflakes...

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A stash of vain...

It gave me a silver puff,
Those beautiful grey notes,
It was my permitted lust,
It allowed me to gloat...

Soulless paper,
Sweet indulgence,
Left me so pampered,
Allowed me vengeance...

Wore her black cloak,
Built an empire,
As the empire was built the foundation broke,
Set love on fire...

Today shall be my night as always,
Tomorrow shall be my augury,
An augury of foreseeable days,
Oh my oracle, tell me one thing that is consistent is sweet money!

I want to be caressed with fancy paper notes,
I want that scent on my mind,
For those notes can compensate my soul,
I can fill my conscience with lies...

Money, my heart!
Money, my soul!
Money, oh so deserted in the dark

Money was what my sins stole...

The momentary change...

Her oceans were not as blue as the rage on land,

While all he could do was wail,

The thunder was just an illusion the forces were to expand,
But all of a sudden there was a momentary change!

Drops that have traveled that incessant journey,
Over golden desert sands and silver ice,
Was in an exertion of incredible strength or was it a celebration of being set free,
But did you notice you were stronger when you raised your voice...

It was not me who gave them hope,
It was not me who diminished their despair,
I didn't call my rage when I was provoked,
It just came when I was there...

The friction of flints,
That turned into fire.
That little glint,
It turned into the biggest desire...

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Storms...

Behold, for today I have come!
The first stirrings of spring have started ,
I am here to melt the numb,
For me the seven seas have parted...

The chants of the prophets have begun,
The walls have been built with sand and salt,
For today I have come,
Colour the walls...

As sweet as bronze wishes,
The melody of the bells,
In the centroid of a whirling dervish,
They worship where the mind dwells...

The buds have bloomed,
As people do from a state of delirium to another illusion,
Water from the lonely moons,
Life becomes a lucid delusion...

Vain swallowed humanity,
Vain embraced all mankind,
Your shame is for your vanity,
Is it really a sin to cross the line?

Another sea within the vast empty skies,
A dream that transcends from the world,
The viscous sea storm is the power of the mind,
Oh my senses, guard me from the cold...

There ain't one dimension,
Drops of beauty within putrid fissures,
There's a dazzling fire behind black curtains,
The wrath of fire is in the form of a tranquil river...

Behold for today I have come,
Maker of all mankind,
Melter of the numb,
I have come to unite the forces of the mind...

Sunlight is your source,
The veins of blood within your wrists,
Your mind is your force,
The sublime tempest...

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Arc of love...

Birds and bees,
Seed of golden fruits,
Above the ecstasy,
The white craters of the moon...

A pinch of heat,
The skies so cold,
Drops of pearls on golden wheat,
The sky of diminished souls...

There is darkness below light,
The invention with every step,
There was a man who forgot his mind,
He just wept...

You can never say what you'll be tomorrow,
Destiny's like dust in the wind,
Life's a blend of joys and sorrows,
The virtue is acceptance...

Enthalpy...

My mind oscillates within evergreen thoughts.
Wood coated with black oil, cursed forests,
We can find love,
Amidst tainted hatred.

I want to bathe in silver pure springs ,
In the wilderness far from shame ,
My delusional wings,
My mask of vain.

Illusionistic thoughts that shiver in the strands of silver moonlight,
Illlusionistic thoughts that replaces the dearth of love,
You can't get enough of the grace of her eyes,
My darling, the savour of roses ain't enough.

There is a pool of water,
That's where you can drown your pain,
There is a person who fate sorts as your lover,
You can hide behind her veil.

It's only your mind that creates boundaries,
Boundaries of putrid fissures,
That enthalpy,
The heat of your fingers.

Your emotions are like the horizon,
An illusion of the majestic brain,
There will be a moment when you flaunt your gun,
That will be the moment of true vain.

There will be a scent you'll chase,
There will be a mane you'll caress,
There will be a time luck will show its true face,
Fate is the unexpected guest.

Let the dry leaves hover,
Above the winds of the furious sea,
Let them feel their lover,
Let them feel the enthalpy...


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Words of grace...

One with the soil,
Even with the dust,
Composition of poise,
Words of love...

I've got to apologise to the sea gods,
For how much I took and how less I gave,
I want to return to the planet in which I was born,
It seems it was there my soul was engraved...

The core of the earth,
Near the equator,
Words well preserved,
One with their creator.

It's a thing about your genes,
It's a thing about your chromosomes and autosomes,
It's a thing about your dreams,
It's about the strength of your bones.

The pen didn't leave their hands till midnight,
Their weapon was their pen,
Their pen was their light,
Their pen was their enlightenment.

Rocks on the sand,
Stretched within serenity,
Basked in this golden land,
The epitome of beauty!

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