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)

Fertile dreams...

I feel my casket teemed with hope,
A holy augury,
Hope is better than all gem stones,
Hope is the most holy.

My feet in contact with the wet mud,
The rise of fertility,
My arms caressed by the dusk,
Souls in the state of lucidity.

The sky is my shield,
The sun is my lover,
The trees welcome me,
Aren't they the best cover?

Hope can be shattered,
But today I have my shield,
It's strength that will ultimately matter,
Can I maintain my fertile dreams?

Hope ain't dry,
Hope is a ripe fruit,
Hope makes the sky,
Hope is the distinct moon.

Picture from the net- ( centralbasin.org )

A stubborn souls pledge...

My hearts on fire,
there's a certain desire.
I want to what I what to do,
nothing can stop me,
not the inner me nor outer you.

My dreams mean the world to me,
they are transparent now,
but they're something I see.

One life,
want to see my dreams fulfilled,
never want them to break or be killed.
You see for my stubbornness there's nothing you can do,
I'm stubborn, that's my never ending flu.

Will be happy,
may be sad,
but that's the ingredient to the experiences had.

No one can break them,
no one except me,
but I don't plan to,
for me my dreams will live,
live with absolute glee.

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