The Noble March...

It's that time of the year now,
When the ignominious amateurs mock a noble mans march,
This is the sunlight in which we shall drown,
My holy arch...

I wasn't meant too be here,
Although it is a faithful squad,
You see, I'm not too honest when I have to face my fears,
I don't believe I have the right to mock...,

A blend of joy and sorrow,
Fear awaits me,
Fear disguises itself in the form of the morrow,
But I'd like to be a part of the squad who at least believe themselves to be free...

Puppets marching to the same beat,
A glorified walk,
These moments of victory,
What if victory was not what we sought?

A salute to them who have walked past eternity,
Defeated hell,
Basking in their divinity,
But it's still the solidity on which they dwell...

For folks, what you possess is not what you've got,
It's what you've done,
You can go above what they've taught,
But you can't run...

Puppets, who's strings are pulled by their creator,
A walk embraced by gravity,
Sorted by quality of character ,
Amateurs, they're just here because of their ignominy.

Lost dignity on the other side of the field,
Pure vain that is teemed within the spectators,
Vain for dicey divinity achieved,
They were once the puppets who were forced to dance to fight the predators...

Vain can be quite inspiring,
That is if it's in the right direction,
Vain can give you honorable wings,
But when directed erroneously vain leads to imagine just the minds reflection...

The water is my humanity,
The foam is my vain,
What lines my eyes is reality,
What has absorbed within be is the aspiration to defeat pain...

The buoyancy of fluids,
That supports an honorable flight,
Inspired by skeptics ,
The strive for light...

I polish my shoes,
As I have tried to polish myself,
I look well groomed,
But I'm just looking into the illusions reflection...

Traces of powder,
If only we could see our path by a line,
While to find we suffer,
We are alone in the quest to fathom our mind...

Inglorious veterans,
Watching ignominious amateurs,
There's no drift,
Apart from the present and the reflection of the future...

I am done with living an illusion,
I am done caressing the virtual,
But I'd like to know the image real,
But I'd never know as a species in this world surreal...


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Zhizn ( Life- Russian)

Glass perfume bottles,
Glowing below heavens door,
Fading light from golden candles,
Who said pain possesses only the poor?

In this kitchen of the kingdom of fire,
Preparing the devils broth,
It's not only a revolutionaries desire,
Mortals tend to underrate wrath...

Our souls were not enlightened only by a legends illumination,
Nor did our heart sink because of the abuses you hurled,
This world has its way of remembering the forgotten,
Life has its way of letting us live as we swirl...

We live in circles,
Our kith and kin,
Circles within sphere, spheres within universe,
It's just that life's got a rhythm...

We trust only a few people,
A little love to whom we reveal our tears,
Trust wasn't made for the feeble,
Secrets were never an image clear...

We believe we walk hand in hand,
Yet we know we despise them far from our circle,
But we still live on the same land,
Deep within the strongest have their moments fragile....

Life is a probability,
Pathos have fissures of gloom,
Life has only a few strokes of divinity,
The glee of paradise is equal to the wrath of doom...

For the feeble could never handle the truth,
Let alone the game of trust,
Candor would make them fear life's groove,
Their weak ties of love...

Our flesh and bones are feeble,
Until our mind chooses our armour,
We choose whom we want to repel,
With the swirl of time either we drift apart or grow closer...

From our inception our sovereign has been curiosity,
Until we grew old,
Life took us to every painting we could see,
We just saw those covers unfold...

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A tribute to Baba

It's been a long time since I've been in touch with myself. There are more pangs of stress,nostalgia and basically neurotic behavior. It's funny how things buried deep in dust when found can bring upon so much emotion. Like for say pictures, a few drawings from childhood or even clutter. Life has come as this versatile package with subtle layers and before you know it times have changed and you find yourself morphed into this person you never were, suddenly those people have gone but thanks to life and it's ability to revive itself, times are good.

A few days ago, I brought down this packet of papers from the top of my grandfathers cupboard. It was on the top in a lonely corner. When I emptied I found all sorts of work created by me when I was a baby. Drawings, painting, scribbles, poetry, stories, letters and some many things. These bought a sea of memories on my mind. My grandfather kept it as if he knew that some day I would empty this and well, get a whiff of childhood. But, I wish it had been bought down a little earlier.

I shared a very strong bond of friendship with my grandfather. I remember how I used teach everything I learnt in school and he used to play student. He was a very educated man. But unfortunately over the years this bond of friendship between us started fading.But yet there was still a bond of love.

He was very strong and one of the prime examples for me to keep working. In fact most people in my family are very strong. Now, even though my granddad isn't there I still feel he is. He lived a very long and satisfactory life and if heaven exists then that's the place for my grandfathers. So, cheers to baba and cheers to the kith and kin.

खून.

जो इस दुनिया में दूसरो का खून पीने आया,
वह आभी अपना कवाब का खून पी रहा है।
जो धूम-धाम से आये थे,
वह ख़ामोशी से चले।
जो जीने आये थे,
वह ज़िंदगी से मरे।

Foam...

White is queer,
When scented and abandoned,
When basked in pleasure,
Masked in notoriousness,
To bathe a putrid soul,
To be in the position after divinity,
To leave a gleam,
In a preparation for a battle,
To converse with confidence,
To enhance vigilance,
To wash sins,
The battle of hope is enhance by tender foam,
It went down the drain,
But not before masking a mortals pain....
Two sided,
Two faced as mortals,
Molecules of scent,
Folks, those made to be abandoned just forget to fret.

Median...

Eccentricity dwells in the air,
Through which we shoot a bullet,
The cheering crowd is left with despair,
The mystery of inception to transit...

We dwell far from the median,
We despise the extremes,
We spectate mystifying illusions,
We mask what happens in between...

Noon is a time full of lies,
Dawn is glazed with the inception,
Dusk is the death of time,
The structure of the night is a dream of creation...

We survive for the march to glory,
With a hold on victory we hoist flags for appreciated individualism,
We flaunt just the fragments of virtue within our journey,
An immersing smile when the mundane dance to the tunes of our wisdom....

The red lipstick is perfect as it hides you grotesque face,
I raise my chalice in your name,
If you hide the base you'll save yourself the condescending gaze,
Embrace ignorance as this breed is already defined as insane...

I haven't cursed your insanity,
The toughest strive possesses them who dwell in between,
We adore antiquity,
We forget time is not pristine by a dream...

For it's them in between who paint the larger picture,
The species in between who can see all the dimensions,
Them in between who search for unattained pleasure,
Them in between who use the median as motivation...

The time in the median is masked,
The time from inception to transit,
The time draped with glorified cloth,
Eccentricity shot with a bullet...

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All apologies....

The excuse of indulgence for uncontrolled lust,
While you are in the crescendo of your orgasm,
Did you think you were more charismatic with those disgraced pelvic thrusts?
The reverie of imagination...

Was snorting a disgraced substance a cloak for the momentary glory you never got?
But my darling, you were far from being nugatory,
You surely got a dry entourage,
So what if we've lost lucidity?

You are part of the dry brigade,
You are part of the forces,
Why did you let yourself fade?
These wide smiles for hollowed poses...

Are you the courtier for a jaded kingdom?
Dazed illusions that posses you through another medium,
Illusions that create a drift between you and your wisdom,
Halt hiding the truth for another reason.

Brassiere...

Somewhere as we go back in time,
To see masked divinity,
To unravel mysterious lines,
We dance to the tunes of natures sovereignty...

Who was the base who provided the support?
Was it just a mask who won all the accolades?
Who made the witty thirsty for more?
Who went beyond natures games?

For a piece of clothing ain't just a piece of clothing my friend,
Nor is seductive fate so seductive when it is stripped from being arcane,
The scent of a woman is just natures scent,
Her scent is a blend of her frolic and vain...

Under layers of cloth is what has brought dormant souls to life,
To be a perfect sculpture is an honest quest,
To get the perfect sculpture is an ancient strive,
When you looking at her chest you are actually looking at divinity provided by divine breasts...

A notorious lad,
Trying to play notorious games,
Lusting after what he never had,
He is a just a slave of the mighty sovereign...

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Inertia....

There is a place higher than the peak of the highest mountain,
Where you have hidden beauty,
When amidst a boundary you can't run,
Beauty exists everywhere it's just something you've got to see....

Face your target,
Get a contended pose,
For being a dreamer you're always going to be hit,
Is that why you favour dreaming with you doors closed?

A wicked smirk,
A masked judgement,
Dressed with obnoxious words,
Dreams broken into fragments...

There will be a time you'll cast your wits,
A quest has to be hand in hand with strength,
Why is a path aspired to be followed spectated by sceptics,
These obstacles fate has sent...

Your mind has been gifted with expressive mass,
Your body has been gifted with blood,
Your blood has been gifted with a heart,
You walk to see if you've been gifted with blissful luck....

Luck's a bitch when you believe it to be,
The sceptics are meant to be gagged with your ears,
Those wicked judgements can make you search fissures to find your dreams,
A challenge leaves you to accept your fears....

As you are accelerated along a whirling path,
Driven to the mysterious by a kaleidoscope,
The arcane tends to await your heart,
Your path will acquaint with gyroscopic inertia...

Your destiny depends on the momentum of your dreams,
Can the sceptics displace your inertia?
You'll have to be stronger than steel,
The last card is sweet euphoria...

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Lipstick...

There are queer days,
When I am welcomed by ghosts,

To unfurl the surprises of fate,
Masked by vain when they boast...

Is luck a blend of colours?
Or is it a gift to gold,
Is luck just fates candor?

Or is it what you chose?

When you pick ripe apples in the garden of love.
They say your sins can't be washed,
If only in the garden of life there was visual luck,
There are no sins when the shame is lost.

Will you stand by me when I have been deceived by luck?
Or would you be like faded lipstick on my lips?

Will I survive as a loner in gray glum?
But I know you'll be there when I'll sway my seducing hips...

The lost glint with the lost lust,
Lust can revive the breed of the faded,
The lost glint with the lost luck,
Luck can revive the breed of the faded...

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Rain...

Life is coated with spice,
Enhanced when boiled,
Once you've played with the dice,
You'd forget poise...

As I am greeted by thunder,
Embraced by lightning,
You'd notice my blunders,
Is the gap widening?

Her frantic cries,
They're just ceased by her vain,
The bitterness of ice,
Melts with the rain...

Glee as it is symbolically show,
Isn't only a celebration of life,
There are drops of glee when you mourn,
This is when you make love to poise...

A single drop of blood,
Has bloomed into a dream,
Paved by love,
Morphed into the unseen...

What would you know about intimacy,
Until you have searched the chinks of your mind,
These illusions of purity,
They are sculpted by the blind...

Introspection would only help you if you caress your pain,
Your reflexes are your arrows,
Your actions are your fate,
This gap of fate and the morrow...

The widening gap of your accolades,
When at battle against your putridity,
These are you tainted mistakes,
Who's to judge purity?

The spice that morphed into blood,
Actions that morphed into dicey fate,
When the highest peak transcended from vain to love,
It all happen in the rain...

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Stoned....

What will satisfy my hormones on fire?
The sky's illusion,
Visual stimulation for an erotic desire,
Should I curse my own reflection?

You couldn't have a reason for this bloodbath,
Apart from your fears,
I am alone in this path,
A psychedelic spell in my glass of beer.

As I am drenched by the rain of love,
Struck by a complacent design,
It curdles my blood.
Intoxication has vanquished my mind...

You're always stoned when immersed in pioneering sights,
A vision to clear the clutter of your past,
You're stoned for the approach of life,
This vast holiday of the heart...

You were betrayed by lust,
As you were deceived by a hallucination,
Yet you cursed love,
Yet you judged your beauty by just a mere reflection.

The seductress led you to a dazed tempest,
You were seized until your mind was hazy,
This tragedienne led you to fear your wits,
You survived because of your repartee.

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Grave Stones...

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?


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Mockella...

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.

Scissors...

Life has built me a weapon,
Memories shield my skin from being swallowed in the fumes,
A smile has taken us far from being sullen,
Our obligations lay in ruins...

Cut through despair,
Enhance the hope,
Cut through tangible air,
Sculpt my soul...

As we have thrown daggers that have been reflected back,
Like rays of light in a total internal reflection,
The bitterness just left the wall with a crack,
We befriended desolation...

You couldn't curse time,
Or covet images dressed in sepia,
Or wait for the uncrossed line,
Or bring back a tear.

Pearl drops on her glowing brown skin,
Despair stabbed with the sharpest dagger,
Wouldn't it be so liberating to amputate your sins?
That is the task of my scissor...

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Spirits...

I am draped with holy spirits,
They protect me from the cold,
Like a towel they absorb my sins,
The spirits of gold...

They comfort me when I'm in pain,
They prevent me from getting hurt,
They try to keep me sane,
The failed work.

Part of grimy pain,
A lugubrious neighbourhood,
Impart the same prayer,
Not part of the same group.

They day vain jeopardises fortune,
But for them it was their path,
While the other birds lay on ruins,
They are just a few beams of sunlight in the illusionistic dark...

Their awareness didn't make them safe from the predator,
They were the same vulnerable human beings,
They were just better,
They were the golden beams...

मोहब्बत.

मोहब्बत केलिए एक जिंदगी नहीं है काफी।
धुप के रौशनी में न देखेगा अन्धेरा न दिखेगी तन्हाई।
इस चांदनी रात में तुम क्यू हो अकेली ?

पोछ दो अपने आसू ,
टूटे हुए काच जैसे कर्दवा होता है यह नफरत,
दिल के दीवानों जैसे,
एक सुनेहरा ख्वाभ जैसे,
मीठा है मोहब्बत।

Nights...

Let my fate rest with the night,
Let my destiny be embraced by a time that dearths light,
A sky illuminated but embraced with darkness,
Glum eloped by the moonlight,
The hallucinations by a hidden side of the mind,
A song of a versatile time,
A time that leads me to harsh times to come,
A comforting hand that caresses me in times of anxiety,
A tender hazy slumber...

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Eccentric times...

Turn a blind eye to changing times,
A blend of fate, times and luck will lead you to your path,
A choice between the blues and sunshine,
A telescope of the heart,
A dazed sculpture you'd like to believe is you,
A companion whirling around the road of destiny,
A thrusting smile you couldn't refuse,
In the end it's just your strength which will keep you from being lonely...

It's strange how the world seems to become from nebulous to crystal clear, how just one individual becomes a part of this vast world. Lucidity strikes you with it's sharp arrow and then you find yourself amusing. Humans are very strange each of us think we are perfect. We believe our lives are so though and try to console ourselves.We believe our former problems are so easy. We grow, we live, we see,we create ,we feel, we love each other, we hate, we couldn't give a damn and we basically try to go beyond and try to know the reason to each activity.

This transformation from a little girl in her own world of dreams to well, a angsty teen who is still very much in her own world of dreams but a different one is happening to me. I've got barely five months to finish school and five months to give my boards ( Shit!) and five months to commence upon a new journey. I really wonder where I'll be. I want to dive into world where the strangest mysteries are revealed, science. I would say I love a variety of things but unfortunately I'm ignorant but I want to learn and to be more positive I will as time proceeds.

These are strange times but I feel these are the times I will look back to. Where will these eccentric times lead me to? But wait, I hold my own hand and it all depends on me. I am my own car through this viscous road.

Games of time...

There was once a drum to beat,
There was once a flute to play,
There were times I didn't need to question my fertility,
Time plays surreal games...

Why would you cry for skin no more supple,
Or the vanished strength you cherished,
You could never be the same zealous rebel,
Those days have followed the mist...

Time seems to dry as leaves loose that ecstatic green,
The most cherished flower of youth has dissolved in stubborn time,
You are the bearer of the torch of this journey you've seen,
Times change before you flutter your eyes...

Time turns gray with each puff,
You were the free spirit now you're the rearer,
As time progresses you'll find yourself teemed with lust,
Fate and you are now closer...

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Steam...

A wisp of smoke in the starry night sky,
The shimmer of golden locks,
The curved surface where the focus of beams of light could never die,
The glint of bronze....

The stirring of water in a silver pail,
Where earth is met with the reflection of paprdise,
The glow of the sky's vain,
An effect of lost poise...

Boiling water converted to white steam,
A dormant body incarnated,
The image of a hazy dream,
Traces of lost dreams are awaited...

As you follow the footsteps of glory,
As you try to find the mystery of lost treasure,
You have followed the footsteps and created a story,
You have found deceiving pleasure...

Drops of sapphires were kept in mundane steel,
Lust was found in a mundane place,
Lust had sunk under the oceans of melodies,
You never kissed the face of fate...

You fell in the feet of luck,
You rose from the ground,
You left the fertile mud,
You just did yourself proud...

Ascended like vapor,
Sat on a deceptive throne,
Your prayer was answered,
Where do you call home?

As you sharpen your charcoal,
To engrave words on glowing stars,
Words that protrude from your soul,
The pleasure of power...

The longevity of a nebulous dream,
The illusion of lost proportion,
Lost thoughts being set free,
The sweet magic potion...

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Waterfall...

Life is the force,
That has been directed along the same path,
A path which is a gift of fate,
The unity of the heart...

The morrow has been engraved in flesh,
The morrow is the leader of all action,
Fate is only caressed by the best,
The cause of that energy was friction...

The sack of life has been packed with sweet and sour,
The battle for an ultimate motive,
In this incessant journey for self satisfaction united we fall,
This cryptic path fate has lit...

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Glitter...

As I stand above golden light,
Elevated by an illusion,
An illusion spun by life,
To fathom a mysterious reason...

I need to pull the chariot of the inspired,
I am the steady steed,
Inspiration lures the inspires into the circle of fire,
The inspired are a different creed...

Accelerated is the search for happiness,
The quest limited to this diverse sphere,
Whose to lead those who have never been blessed?
Whose to inspire those who dearth fear?


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Droplets of fire...

Drops of fire that ascend from the ground,
They defeat gravity with their deception,
They forgot the illusions caused by sound,
They go beyond their reflection...

Why did you think I'd be left behind?
Why did you think you were the only one with the shield?
We are all slaves of our mind,
Of my master, I got the best I could yield...

As I dream to sail in molten silver,
In a ship so secure,
An endeavour to tackle a viscous river,
After all, they are liquids so pure...

The rails have gathered rust,
They have borne the weight,
They are the ones who are denied love,
They are the ones who are cursed with a turn of fate...

Run through tender red flowers,
They are the key to olfactory pleasure,
You'll find thorns like ours,
This delirium you call leisure...

There's a path I call my road,
There are words I call my wheel,
There is a moonlit highway where there occurs the fusing of the souls,
There's an energy created I call zeal.

I have been caressed with the signals of fate,
The whisper of magic,
After years on the perimeter I've entered the gate,
I have been embraced by sublimely worshipped ink...

The locks of fire vanquished the world,
Did you feel the whisk of its drops,
The drops were motile with a stronger whirl,
Gravity was mocked...

There was a battle between the lucid and the fire,
The fire won to create a gleam,
The fire stood by its desire,
For my friend, you can't limit a dream.

Within the air of lucidity,
There was an arc which was the sheild of dreams,
There were drops that decieved gravity,
These drops united to create tyhe brightest gleam...

Picture from the net- ( artquotes.net )

Snowflakes...

Why have you pondered over what's gone?
Why have you contemplated dry vengeance?
Could you have thought of the wasted energy your fire has drawn,
Could you have opened your strained fists?

The world is an image blurred,
There are secrets in all nooks and crannies,
Somewhere there is a force,
An exuberating magnitude waiting to be set free.

You could only look at that humongous charge,
You forgot the minute electrons,
You could say you have a healthy heart,
You forgot to say your soul was gone...

When would you know that final moment has arrived?
For you could consult no glowing crystal ball,
In the darkness your wits are your only light,
With clenched fists, you can't punch a wall.

Your eyes are your window to light,
But your eyes are only spheres of glass,
The true window is your mind,
Your face is your mask...

The stars look diminished next to the vast sky,
But the sky just dives into its own emptiness,
For the skies are the one to cry,
The stars are what you aspire to caress...

You'd love to engrave your name in gold,
A lifetime is what you make,
A promise to reach you epitome,
Momentary beauty and latter remembrance like white shimmering snowflakes...

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A stash of vain...

It gave me a silver puff,
Those beautiful grey notes,
It was my permitted lust,
It allowed me to gloat...

Soulless paper,
Sweet indulgence,
Left me so pampered,
Allowed me vengeance...

Wore her black cloak,
Built an empire,
As the empire was built the foundation broke,
Set love on fire...

Today shall be my night as always,
Tomorrow shall be my augury,
An augury of foreseeable days,
Oh my oracle, tell me one thing that is consistent is sweet money!

I want to be caressed with fancy paper notes,
I want that scent on my mind,
For those notes can compensate my soul,
I can fill my conscience with lies...

Money, my heart!
Money, my soul!
Money, oh so deserted in the dark

Money was what my sins stole...

The momentary change...

Her oceans were not as blue as the rage on land,

While all he could do was wail,

The thunder was just an illusion the forces were to expand,
But all of a sudden there was a momentary change!

Drops that have traveled that incessant journey,
Over golden desert sands and silver ice,
Was in an exertion of incredible strength or was it a celebration of being set free,
But did you notice you were stronger when you raised your voice...

It was not me who gave them hope,
It was not me who diminished their despair,
I didn't call my rage when I was provoked,
It just came when I was there...

The friction of flints,
That turned into fire.
That little glint,
It turned into the biggest desire...

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Storms...

Behold, for today I have come!
The first stirrings of spring have started ,
I am here to melt the numb,
For me the seven seas have parted...

The chants of the prophets have begun,
The walls have been built with sand and salt,
For today I have come,
Colour the walls...

As sweet as bronze wishes,
The melody of the bells,
In the centroid of a whirling dervish,
They worship where the mind dwells...

The buds have bloomed,
As people do from a state of delirium to another illusion,
Water from the lonely moons,
Life becomes a lucid delusion...

Vain swallowed humanity,
Vain embraced all mankind,
Your shame is for your vanity,
Is it really a sin to cross the line?

Another sea within the vast empty skies,
A dream that transcends from the world,
The viscous sea storm is the power of the mind,
Oh my senses, guard me from the cold...

There ain't one dimension,
Drops of beauty within putrid fissures,
There's a dazzling fire behind black curtains,
The wrath of fire is in the form of a tranquil river...

Behold for today I have come,
Maker of all mankind,
Melter of the numb,
I have come to unite the forces of the mind...

Sunlight is your source,
The veins of blood within your wrists,
Your mind is your force,
The sublime tempest...

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Arc of love...

Birds and bees,
Seed of golden fruits,
Above the ecstasy,
The white craters of the moon...

A pinch of heat,
The skies so cold,
Drops of pearls on golden wheat,
The sky of diminished souls...

There is darkness below light,
The invention with every step,
There was a man who forgot his mind,
He just wept...

You can never say what you'll be tomorrow,
Destiny's like dust in the wind,
Life's a blend of joys and sorrows,
The virtue is acceptance...

Enthalpy...

My mind oscillates within evergreen thoughts.
Wood coated with black oil, cursed forests,
We can find love,
Amidst tainted hatred.

I want to bathe in silver pure springs ,
In the wilderness far from shame ,
My delusional wings,
My mask of vain.

Illusionistic thoughts that shiver in the strands of silver moonlight,
Illlusionistic thoughts that replaces the dearth of love,
You can't get enough of the grace of her eyes,
My darling, the savour of roses ain't enough.

There is a pool of water,
That's where you can drown your pain,
There is a person who fate sorts as your lover,
You can hide behind her veil.

It's only your mind that creates boundaries,
Boundaries of putrid fissures,
That enthalpy,
The heat of your fingers.

Your emotions are like the horizon,
An illusion of the majestic brain,
There will be a moment when you flaunt your gun,
That will be the moment of true vain.

There will be a scent you'll chase,
There will be a mane you'll caress,
There will be a time luck will show its true face,
Fate is the unexpected guest.

Let the dry leaves hover,
Above the winds of the furious sea,
Let them feel their lover,
Let them feel the enthalpy...


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Words of grace...

One with the soil,
Even with the dust,
Composition of poise,
Words of love...

I've got to apologise to the sea gods,
For how much I took and how less I gave,
I want to return to the planet in which I was born,
It seems it was there my soul was engraved...

The core of the earth,
Near the equator,
Words well preserved,
One with their creator.

It's a thing about your genes,
It's a thing about your chromosomes and autosomes,
It's a thing about your dreams,
It's about the strength of your bones.

The pen didn't leave their hands till midnight,
Their weapon was their pen,
Their pen was their light,
Their pen was their enlightenment.

Rocks on the sand,
Stretched within serenity,
Basked in this golden land,
The epitome of beauty!

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