The village fair ( Part 2)

The choir of the angels,
Was splendid for their ears,
Them noble men smiled at integrity,
Then they saw a certain light that basked them in prosperity...

They danced with gusto,
To the rhythm of glee,
They washed their off vain,
They were high on euphoria...

The damsels had lined their eyes with seduction,
That led to infatuation of even them noble men,
Frolic was waited to unravel the night,
But the night was also engraved with style...

With the decrepit of time,
For the celebration that never seemed to end,
The gust of psychedelic wind,
Caught the eye of aesthetically luscious lips...

A bustle of emotions,
Amidst decieving mediocrity,
While I inhaled the air,
When I swayed to the halt of time...

The grimy gleam,
Lusts for the chocolate fountain,
Voluptuous women want a Popsicle,
Hunky men want to snort euphoria...

So as euphoria blended with the air,
A tide of emotions also blended with the skies,
There was some ruckus about the mediocrity of caramel,
Assilmilation created turmoil...

Then they saw a certain light,
Extra-terrestrial in nature,
Illuminated the sky,
Swayed to placid time...

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Sunday morning...

Today what I see is the aftermath of yesterdays haze,
With savory virtues the storm had walked into my colossal hearth,
Waiting to fill me in the cauldron of delusional ways,
While I'm in the reverie of cannabis and grass.

To fry sausage,
What about the lost nutrition of the night?
I'm not that bold for the solidity of an omelet,
For tomorrow I shall be unfurled in the chaos of the maze of fright...

I ran to my the chamber,
So save myself from a psychedelic tempest,
Too sweet to suit a mundane mans savour,
Too bitter for the zest.

I'd like to tantalize myself into this hazed objection,
For this fantasy has usurped me into its arms,
You see, I'm in the median of lucidity and an hallucination,
But, I'm too dazed for the qualms...

Days, weeks and months have gone,
The daily paper's a shower of pseudo intellectuals,
Time has now become a product of the rot,
Morphs the rust into fuel...

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Railway in the storm...

An array of ironic behavior,
Arranged erratically within my memories,
Isolation and self negotiation,
Hovers over introspection,
While I say, hey,
The mane is gone,
Yet the vain is strong!
We're living in dire straights by the river,
Got enough of this ululation,
When my skill still rambles,
While my mind is branching branching into a state of sloth,
While my tree stands steady in the soil of wrath...
So, what you sow is what you reap,
Baby society burns while the fire sets it free....
So long ago and till today you've dwelt in obscurity,
So I ask,
Will you rise or fall while striving for your identity?
Or will you crawl through imperial sovereignty?
Can't withstand synthesized love,
Where shall you be elevated for the proof of strong blood?
A wicked spirit laughs in shambles,
So only the glitz lays feeble...
The travesties have gone,
For masked wits,
Even the mist has faded,
So from today you shall walk this desultory path you've created...

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The Bitch of the Mist.

There's this woman we all have been acquainted with, seductress if I may call her. She can seduce anyone whether you're a male, a female, them in between, animal and any mortal. She'll seduce you and lead you to her deceiving chambers and take you to the great valley where life unites. But, when you're in this great valley she'll leave you all alone to fight the best warriors in the game. She'll look into your eyes, twitch you into the midst of the valley , sways her hips,bursts into laughter and twirls herself into the mist. The mist is her nook and cranny and the mist is your undesired nook and cranny too. Ain't she a bitch?

I wouldn't say what she's done is very fair. After all she was the one who induced big dreams in your mortal body. She did promise to pave your path to your desires and now she's left you alone to fight for yourself. That's just not fair. It wasn't your fault. All you did was come home to a very mundane life slightly tipsy and there she was sitting on your sofa which was falling apart, within your house that needed repairs and she teemed you with optimism. She convinced you that you need a dream and you need to follow that dream. She told you that you needed a better life and you were so lured by her that you actually listened to her. So you left your life that was falling apart and entered a very hazardous valley where life unites and right now, at this very moment you have to fight the best warriors. She's gone, you're lucid, the sun is harsh, the wounds borne by you are going to be harsh, the wrath that's going to be exerted on you is going to be much more than you deserve, your dreams in your knapsack which anyone could usurp any moment from now and she's already swaying to the rhythm of the mist. The choice is yours- will you run back to a life that was falling apart or do you choose to fight and keep that dream safe in your knapsack ? For once you win this battle that dream shall itself emerge from your knapsack and you shall be embraced by that life that your wanted. Although that life will never be exactly what you wanted.

If you choose to fight than I assure you that you're going to fall, you're going to bleed, you're going to be bruised. But if you have the strength to fight then you'll survive. For most of the time even that battle is a tiny hurdle in this phenomenon called life. But you realize how diminished it really is only once you've fought. But beware because the bitch of the mist is omnipresent and before you know it you're all alone in another battle and she's walked away to her nook and cranny, within your nook and cranny, the cryptic mist...

Inelegantly wasted

I thought I was going to be free, even a month back. Never did I think I would be back to the same bullshit. I thought I was going to go ahead with life and I'm still praying I will. These three weeks have being extremely stressful and at the end came a state of indifference where I couldn't care less. It's like I enjoy being a part of the screwed breed and grooving to mediocrity, or perhaps even less.

All I want is an elevator to elevate me to better days in my life. I fell stuck in this dark and scary monochrome. It's almost claustrophobic. I have no idea where I'm gonna land up but where ever it'll be, I know it wont be very blissful but I'll survive.

The question still remains. When these pieces of me go crashing into this viscous sea of life, will the waves of fortune integrate me and elevate me to the 'good life' or will I have to do that myself? Does the good life exist or do we make do with this deception we thing is satisfactory?


Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Haze...

Rise from the tempest,
Disintregate to the stars,
The Emerging sublime beauty,
Wine from a complecent mortal,
The acceptance of holy gifts,
Created a drift between man and the creator,
When they fathomed the meaning of its virtue,
They realised the best gift was the hearth...

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Memory lane...

Like clockwork fear never failed to chase us through this eccentric path,
And today when I look back at my pergola of memories,
I realise there's nothing as good and bad as today...
I see induced hypocrites walking in vain,
I just proved the sceptics right,
But memory lane has twirled into the mist of rust,
Laughing at me,
Mocking me for what I've done and how little I gave,
Bruising me with the mallet of lost maturity,
Asking me to join its surreal ballet,
Pointing fingers at me while I fathom this bewildered array,
This dale of the future...

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