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..    

A Sinner in organised times...

A walk through this unfathomed dungeon,
Has unleashed this vixen.
For sadism can strike the pristine,
This speaks of purity stained...

A bloody sly prudish bugger,
Too dishonourable to be crucified.
For a good afterlife has tremendous grace,
Vengeance is too often sought by blood...

When your very creed is ashamed,
So very vain.
Natures wrath does backfire,
The honour is gone to the dogs,
They feast on it everyday.

So, who's to hex a sinner?
Life fails to understand relativity,
Brings about disorientation to the innocent,
In this very disgraced phase of transition...

The lies are damned,
The swing of life is not.
A very beautiful species,
Their harness is defied by lies...

The vixen dreams of the siren,
The knight knows his target,
The sinners brace themselves for their mid life crises and lonely death,
The King of fate mocks them all...

The exhibitionists are coerce,
The casket contains treasure that is never good to be flaunted.
Disharmony has its way of failing to see the great good,
A very strange kind of nugatory angst is at war with sunshine...

The dark ages were indeed oppressed,
Bred in agony.
Thus the impishness of a fool wounded a beautiful phase,
But the new era nourishes the madness...

A very undignified whorish soul,
Can dissociate the innocence of a vulnerable offspring,
Drifts from each tavern ,
By bad destiny brings about procreation,
This schmuck wanders by the proximity of your very shadow...

The air is bewildered,
Breathed by virtues and vices,
But you can never quite separate something so interdependent,
After all is said,
Life shall conclude that a curse is a cycle...

Words can never embody wrath,
Unless a certain evolution is attained,
That being said, my blood boils to a crimson like red,
Dishonour has left a real man shamed...

The closet of mystery was always a tale untold,
Stability is only loyal to the brave,
Helplessness is unfortunately a companion to every mortal,
Dignity is false until claimed...


( Painting- Saturn by Goya).

Illusions of life...

The Devil had created a travesty of life,
Against a wrathful monochrome,
While she walked an unforgiving path,
Encircles in grey smoke,
Masked with strength,
Hoping to paint a vivid picture...

These delusional days,
Had borne solemn hope,
Then she faded into the song of life,
As hypnotic as could be,
Was later our creed...

Kudos to Mr Vincent Van Gogh