The midnight oil...

We walked amazed by haze,
Ready to win the battle we formerly lost,
Now as I unravel the real warrior,
The lie begins to show...

A pure mockery,
Harmony embraces acceptance,
Now lets cajole rigidity with intoxicating words,
I hereby unite with another gruesome story...

Is the flare hidden,
Or do we fail to glow?
But I assure you shall be illuminated,
After you clean the surface...

Now as the secrets are revealed,
We speak the unspoken ,
We burst the bubbles of our virtues,
Now the spirits have woken...

Now let your mind project,
The illusions of the burnt midnight oil,
The mirror shall always be a reflection of your horse-shoe smile,
Stirring of vacant laughter rings scornful bells...

For in a decade we thaw this frozen seduction,
You shall then hear the bustle of this sirens stilettos,
You shall feel the passion of her Aphrodian dreams,
So oblivious of that little slip...

For its just one right of passage,
That shields you from brutal crossroads,
So we can mock the shadows of loss,
Welcome the ghosts of a dead dream into the chambers of denial...

A numb veil,
Shall accompany me to the furnace of my identity,
Waiting to tantalise me to a different time,
There goes the otherwise tempestuous focus....

( Painting by Edward Munch)

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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Those golden and not so golden days...

Well we got no choice all the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise 'cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya can't find a flag if that don't suit ya that's a drag
School's out for summer school's out forever school's been blown to pieces!

This famous song by Alice Cooper was always my anthem when it came to school but now when I'm leaving it's going to be different.

That warmth I had there, the long bus ride into wilderness, bunking on the roof, friends, fights, arguments, teachers, exams, results, lectures, boring long assemblies, the fact that my uniforms were never neat enough, preparation for events and so many things. Damn, I'm leaving school! It's like the end of an era.
Yesterday was my informal farewell and I wore this amazing black and white dress. It was an amazing day full of frolic.

I've had quite a lit of fun in school and my tenth standard was the best. I have less than a month for school but I don't want to turn back. Even if times ahead may be scary and unpredictable I want to face it with a mind of frolic ( frolic's the reason I live baby!). So as one part of my life's over and my whole life is put in front of me I put memories of school in this casket of life...

The unrevealed...

Behold the future,
With an assimilated past,
Oh future, reveal yourself to me!

What I've got is the present,
With an unfathomed,
Oh future, reveal yourself to me!

Can't wait much longer for glee and the frolic,
Tried to prepare myself with a sharp dagger and strong armour,
Oh future, reveal yourself to me!

What if this cryptic deception isn't that bright,
With a crude mind and mangled body,
Oh future, reveal yourself to me!

A kiss planted on my fate,
A kiss I want to fathom,
Oh future, reveal yourself to me!