Feisty escapades...

A godforsaken possession has played with achievement,
The chalice is still half empty though we'd like to believe otherwise,
Grievances have a tendency to tease a merry ambition,
When sorrows are flattered by goodwill...

Time imposes its imprisonment upon us,
Residents of the past try to usurp us back to their rather unfortunate world,
Even though you know you're too rigid for nostalgia,
Mediocrity has never failed to keep us under its wing...

The foster siblings of escapism never failed to unveil itself,
Claiming to be the unconventional cosmos of appeal,
The futility of ridicule is a subtle legacy,
The unrequited vengeance of my identity...

The strut of an Earthling is still mortal after all,
 Borne with colloquial charm,
The spurt of a fantasy,
Embroils and acquaints itself far from being strange..

The morbidity of a taboo,
Is known to evoke an unspoken desire,
Self mutilates a metaphysical possession,
Surging withing and lampooned by virtuousness...

The freedom of the mind,
Has got used to the trans-morphism of the world,
Watching our every move,
Still nurtures ignominy that occasionally provokes revolutionary thought...    

The coquettish reverie,
Always acquaints with procrastination,
Unleashes bona fide eternal wrath,
With arbitrary ambiguity...