The crowd...

Brick by brick,
They laughed,
Some were made of copper and some of gold,
Brick by brick,
They dismissed,
The secret universe being constructed right behind their backs...

This universe contained secrets,
Intertwined in each others miseries,
This universe contained confessions,
Which shall never be told aloud,
This universe had deep viscous mires,
Trespassers would be persecuted if they chose to enter...

The world before us was hidden,
Though it was dancing merrily right behind our backs,
We chose to ignore as they chose to hide,
They chose to cover their ears,
When the music was too loud,
They finally turned their backs to their backs...

Behold, here is a new world,
Before you enter we might slit your throat,
Just so that you can see this illusion in another dimension,
If only you may help us wash away the blood,
Then burn any liberty you have left,
To constrict you to these four walls..

Now that you have entered our universe,
Let us make you imbibe the magic potion of negativity,
It will kill you soul as it kills you,
Only to help you blend in with natures design,
Once you're done you're one of us now,
You just one hunter in the pack..

You need to shift your visions and dreams,
Away from this universe,
So that it can thrive there,
Shift it away before we kill it,
Using the darkness within the light,
Now you're one of us and you're dreams aren't..

Let the demons and jinns walk you through,
Just so that you can't run back,
Just in case you want your dreams back,
Let them disillusion you,
If you break away,
You shall be blissfully ostracized as we watch and laugh..    

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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Raptures...

The morn of every night,
Mourns for the intercept of time.
These raptures of an unpredictable path,
They compose the archives of a joyous heart...

We are ultimately lead to the circle of love,
From the greetings above.
A splash of stars,
Lays somewhere between the horizon and hearth...

Where will you accept?
The graceful acceptance of a fragment of defeat for which they wept.
Auxiliary melancholy of time,
The ambidexterity of emotions leading us from a hollow to light...

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Bizarre

Delicate confectionery on one silver platter,
Diamonds on the other,
I'm just a dot therefore what I choose doesn't matter,
Why would anyone bother?

Lovers making love,
That just made the world sweeter ,
This is the time of the creation of fresh blood,
Hatred makes slaughter.

Finesse is very relative my friend,
We tend to judge visually,
What seems sophisticated to you may be kitsch to them,
Unfortunately you have to consult the other side of reality.

To part ways with love,
Isn't that like stabbing the world?
But while your head is on the pillow of lust,
Virtue isn't always your concern.

As you stare down the barrel of life,
You'll learn that there never was anything quite pristine,
But it's only when you stop crying,
This world will appear to be clean.


Is there a comparison of the edible ,
But ultimately we choose to live,
We'll eat instead of favoring the valuable,
But when we deceive love is when we choose the kill.

The village fair...

Hush little baby,
I'll sing you a lullaby,
I'll rock your cradle,
I'll be there even after I die.

She cried her heart out,
She sang across the plateau,
On her voice she had no doubt,
This was her memento...

To express your mind use a pen,
The ink of your blood,
The army of men,
Words that initiated at the mud.

The incessant light,behind the curtain,
What an eccentric sight!
Who could ever be certain?
Are we strong enough to judge the power of light?

The village fair,
The glee festival,
We'll take a bus there,
We'll listen to the choir of angles.

Blends of voices,
The mighty church bell,
The power of choices,
In here we dwell.

What an audience!
My fellow villagers,
Look at the mundane ambiance,
The raising body temperature!

The village fair,
A drug called euphoria,
It mixed with the air,
That was the inception of a new era.

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