How does it feel to be former glory?Glory on one grey stone,You life written by lapidary,Could not be consoled by smoke..As I stand beyond the boundaries of time,In a placid slumber,Age was just a measurement of my life,Age was just a number...Embraced by open skies,Coated with grimy moss,Making the land fertile,The identity of solidity was lost...A well delivered performance,Immersed in blinding mist,It was just momentary remembrance,Yourself you missed...A memory solidified,Dried flowers when you mourn,That moment you cried,Where have I gone?Picture from the net- (
flickriver.com )
Don't let Mockella lure you into entering its perimeter, that is if you love your soul. One sight of Mockella and all the spectator wants to be there. It will lure you with its dazzling fairy lights, its trees with a golden fruits, a dale of daisy's, that maddening savour of cakes. The most difficult thing once you have laid your eyes on the gates of the town of Mockella is prevent yourself from entering.
You will meet the essence of Mockella when your fate has met the unknown. This can happen while you are driving down a very known highway and encounter a corner of the unknown or while taking a lazy stroll down the mesmerising country roads, but don't depend on what what I say because how you will encounter Mockella differs with fate. Beware, the world is an arcane place. Brace yourself for times of danger and make sure you don't get mocked by mesmerising Mockella. It will actually extract your soul and once you have entered you will not be you...
Mockella has a head who is a rather queer man, scummy to an extent, Mr Collarn. He is brilliant too. He is scummy because he doesn't have the balls to reveal his town and what it does to people who has done to innocent people who's only crime was getting lured by Mockella. He is brilliant because he can lure people into Mockella and extract their souls. A technique only known to him. He is also scummy because of his hidden intentions. He is queer because he doesn't know his intentions. He enjoys the power of extracting peoples souls and leaving those people like zombies with no soul. But, in reality he is a rather under confident jackass.
Once you enter Mockella it will seduce you into walking further. You will feel a a strange wisp of ecstasy and then be embraced by a psychedelic whiff, which is when you will loose yourself. Your soul will be extracted and you will be possessed. You'll stay in the sate of delirium forever and then become a slave to evil. Don't you ever be mocked by Mockella...
Mockella,
mocks your soul, extracts it as it will later come down on Mockella as rain,
Mockella mocks your lucidity,
Mockella mocks your instinct,
Mockella mocks your lucidity,
Mockella mocks your dignity,
Mockella mocks you,
Mockella mocks one and all...
- Aditi Bahadur- Probably insane.
सफेद घटा में लिखा सबकी तक़दीर
वह हीरों के बूंद,
वह लाल ज़मीन।
वह हर सोने का साँस,
वह चांदनी जल,
आखो का काजल,
मत रख तू यह राज,
चहरे पे हमेशा रहेगा यह मुस्कान,
तू मत पी शराब।
टूटे हुए काच पे कोमल कपड़ा,
वह चांदी की सरिता,
वह चमकता हुआ हीरा,
वह सोने का दिल,
वह सोने का सूरज,
तूने भर लिया काग़ज।
नूपूर का झन्न झन्न,
गुलाबी होट के खुसूरत शब्द,
मत छुपा तेरा मन,
वह गुमसुम वृक्ष,
उधर बेठा है कुछ,
वह बेरंग चेहरा,
वह रंगीला सवेरा। Picture from the net- (
2girlsgreattaste.wordpress.com/.../)
She got a new pair of hands,
he got a new moustache,
they were prepared to say their goodbyes,
but as fate had it their souls crashed...
She fought the comets,
he fought the stars,
together they had to win against the planets,
there were no bars...
Their visions were blurred,
it got very absurd,
they didn't know what occurred,
their screams could not be heard...
Red hair,
golden hands,
thin unbreathable air,
alone they stand...
Her Sapphire pendent,
ruby rings,
together they blended,
their sepia wings...
A golden heart,
a blue soul,
together, never apart,
a mind like pure gold...
Nothing could take then away,
not the diamond rings,
here forever they stay,
until they use their divine sepia wings...Picture from the net - (
www.harleystreetpsychotherapy.org/page4.htm)
How does it feel to be former glory?
