Blur...

As I walk through a placid moment of time,
Amidst war, joy and destruction,
Locked in moments of chaos,
Right before I start another life within my lifetime..

As they walked, they assosiated and dissosiated,
Common scenario of nature,
As they nurtured their individualistic response,
As they dwell in their poker face...

As they forget to value their happy, one dimensional limbo,
Just before they get back to the world,
Souls they love and detest,
All morph into one...

A ghost of the past isn't is just a vivid memory afterall,
Disoriented to meet the demands of the present,
Showered with the stimulus of the present,
Strives to kill and heal its battlescars...

Classic Transperancy...

The sinister nights of war, 
When our regiment was equipped with artillery far from capable,
When our sense of well- being wept in agony,
Waiting to surrender to impending doom...

My fellow men begin to make peace with their gruesome destiny,
They begin to curse their inability to foresee, 
Every inch of their body accepting their vanquished controlled,
The subtle martyr has walked even further into the checkered shell...

We now wash our dirty lingerie,
In the muddy waters of solitude,
The residue speaks of grimy white lies,
Embodied with the spirit to rejuvenate the truth...

The infinitesimal transition withing limbo,
When we're suspended mid-air amidst other falling bodies,
Yet numerous turbulent times have gone by,
They now seem like events of another lifetime..

The persona which gloats is now silent with defeat,
Bonding with other mortals who bond with the end of an era,
The burden of trauma hovers within the pores of luck,
Harnessing the strength hidden within every catastrophic occurring...  

The Divan of glee..

Cocoons of paradise were used to make this silk,
Embraced with glee and sold to cold merchants,
This is where melancholy was killed,
This is where glee rests...

Prosperous silk,
Prosperity killed by ecstasy,
Stabbed the evil,
Draped in prosperity....

This is where philosophers wrote of their divine insights,
This is where the thinkers thought of worlds far beyond,
This is where the greats possessed the right,
The right to cast a spell on the world with a revolutionary wand...

Silk that possessed the antiquity of a million years,
Divinity just needs time,
Heroic time that makes pain disappear,
Oh lord, I wish to be divine!

These days of this slumber was when my mind was idle,
This hazy slumber is where I choose to dwell,
A strong foundation that blends with a fresh idea to create a blissful riddle,
I want to be struck with a revolutionary spell...

The royals aren't the only ones when it concerns bliss,
I believe I am sprinkled with glee through my hazy slumber,
The cold and heartless can give an unknown kiss,
With passing days I have succumbed to blissful massacres...

You may call this kitsch today,
But the morrow can morph kitsch into art,
Lucidity gets me so afraid,
Unlike my hazy slumber on my holy Divan...


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