Purgatory...

Our wishful thinking was gone,
Just a jiffy before dawn,
Then merry acquaintances bid us condolence for those wasted dreams,
It just shreds a gullible bud and morphs her into a siren,
Oh, an arousing image I see,
But the other side is darker,
You've juts witnessed a wee bit of a prick of penury,
Cheers to apparent strength when you're impaled...

It's not your union I despise,
It's just that I'm rolling in the revelry of a desolated street,
The people of the street,
Fight for survival,
Crave for love,
Sex,
Victory,
Luxury.

The parasites of chaos differ a whole lot,
They sway within another life's dream,
The dignity of a shadow that was never theirs to claim,
These rodents are too weak to cry,
So they bond with silence,
Preparation for an afterlife embodies a life,
A macabre cloak is what we swear by...

With a pure birth,
Life just leaves us to expect that we shall be impure on a day to come,
You were born to serve civilisation,
Today you mock the purpose for you've now discovered yourself,
But now I feel death fondle me,
Bitter luck and holy acceptances,
Within the labyrinth of my uterine vengeance...

Children of love,
Oh holy mother so divine,
A generation of hunger,
You fill the pores of redemption,
The alter shall be laid,
For my conscience and I have wed against our will,
Quaint love is left ashamed by my notoriety,
A philistine bud shall bloom in my absence...

I purse my lips,
Wicked words are about to emerge,
My lifespan is saturated with nasty luck,
I clasp my hands,
Listen to a wise man's words,
I empty the coins of mediocrity,
Lucidity fails to bear me solace...

( Painting by MF. Hussain)