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..    

Islands...

We have now chosen to forget,
Urges that made our blood boil once upon a time,
In an island, surrounded by the sea of disguise,
Masked by the profuse bleeding of vessels that cut against the flow,
Silently washed away and awaiting revival...

Alas, the torch of love had ceased,
As we chose to forget unresolved anger,
As we generated hatred from unrequited love,
As we chose to alter the verdict from crimes of passion,
As long lost lovers communicated by the winds of vain...

Not dead but long forgotten,
As we chose to visit the ghosts of the pasts,
Now dancing around the maddening fire that our secrets had created,
Swirling around what once defined our world,
Surrounded by the darkness  of time that passed...

As we dreamed to escape land,
We drifted into the sea of clutter,
Uncluttered by rich stimuli,
The erotica of life occured,
Just as we were whiling away our time...

War of the worlds...

The union of at most necessity,
Disguised and delay under the perception of fear,
We walk through the battlefield of clashes,
The class of light and the darkness behind it,
The class of the dark hiding illumination from worlds long forgotten...

The union of heaven and hell,
Created revolutionary hybrids,
Took their due time to bloom,
Watched quietly as they slowly camouflaged,
This wretched disguised washed in prudish vain..

The wait for life,
Those folks in love,
Watched as friends turned foes and foes turned friends,
Silently watched as they transformed in wide open spaces,
Beneath mystic dirty roads..

They grew stronger as events had slowly been written in history,
Waiting for us to burn in  the fire we created,
Waiting for us to drown in the blood we chose to spare,
As cheap as pretentious respect,
As expensive in the tide of normalcy...

 They waited years until one day they ceased to wait,
They emerged and we burned,
Burned in the fire of fury,
Burned in the fire to strength,
Burned in the fire that bore no mercy...

The fitter chose to rejoice on battlefields filled with blood,
Blood of natures unfortunate sacrifice,
As the weaker emerged from the ashes,
Cut them down from artery to vein,
As they took back their kingdom, piece by piece. 
 

Stranded...

The deepest misunderstandings lie in the eye of controversies,
Vulnerable for a moments desire,
Bittersweet attachment ceases to create even a stir,
Slyly seeping in our existence...

The wide sea of fortune,
The wide sea of wealth,
The sea of trade,
The sea of love...

The incessant deserts of death,
The deserts of fury,
The deserts of abandonment,
Deserted my thirst of survival...

For stranded dreams are the most surreal,
The limbo of life and its twisted schemes,
Just waiting for destiny to unfurl its wicked plans,
Leading us to the light if we choose to survive...

 But  the harsh heat of life,
Chose to quench my thirst,
Little by little,
As I regained my senses...

The desert and sea must unite,
For the salt of the sea is the very mother of fear,
The dunes of the desert scar men for generations to come,
They must unite, for the unity of mankind... 
Wrecked amidst a magnitude of tainted perceptions,
As hound dogs seek shred my flesh,
Lost, as I lose my flesh, blood and hope,
As I return to the very womb that created me...

Dogs of war...

A spontaneous harmony of thoughts within thoughts,

The clash of times in a different era,

Culmination of the inversion of bliss,

No way to ease the surging tempest…

A remembrance in all its dying light,
Sought a memory before it became the past,
Colored by our minds greatest illusions,
Entered a prism, and then was deviated by misinterpretations...

Affection was a way of luring,
An explorer  in the maze of cruelty,
Cruelty bred by the deception of love,
By the hunger for flesh and the purity of blood..

The dogs which bore madness,
Once guarded the streets from demons,
Hovered in all its strength,
Killed by a moments weakness...

 

Marine...

The skeletons buried under the sea,
Bore mysteries and divine lessons,
Arouse to discover lands of magic,
Returned to the womb of nature...

Flesh was a tale of another time,
Shipwrecked whims that had no fear,
Froze for the fight to flight,
Mechanism as primitive as evolution...

They followed the wind,
With fickle belief in mortality,
Entered another dimension,
Death of thirst and thirst of death...

Blur...

As I walk through a placid moment of time,
Amidst war, joy and destruction,
Locked in moments of chaos,
Right before I start another life within my lifetime..

As they walked, they assosiated and dissosiated,
Common scenario of nature,
As they nurtured their individualistic response,
As they dwell in their poker face...

As they forget to value their happy, one dimensional limbo,
Just before they get back to the world,
Souls they love and detest,
All morph into one...

A ghost of the past isn't is just a vivid memory afterall,
Disoriented to meet the demands of the present,
Showered with the stimulus of the present,
Strives to kill and heal its battlescars...

Noir...

As her knight fades into the night,
A thousand questions begin to unfurl,
Dressed in deceit and debauchery,
Masked in the promises of love...

Sensuality was one with his blood,
Sowed his seeds like fierce arrows,
Arrows aimed at an innocent woman's heart,
In all her love and virginal faith...

As primitive as the Earth,
She wanted to sense the fertile fire within him,
Caressing the land which bore the soil of insolence,
She started her expedition to the heart of the motherland...

The motherland that thrived within its own ruins,
The Motherland where life began,
The Motherland that saw deep destruction,
The Motherland that bore cold, loveless children...

She dug deep within the Motherlands soul,
Only to be left wounded, empty and shattered,
Then she headed back,
She never took the dark road, wound within its own mysteries.. 

Vampires...

Sunlight was like a battle of gloom,
Came down like a war within the not so vitreous spirits,
For the apparent sinners it was a time to rejoice,
Experimentalism was like the blood that flowed within their veins...

Sunlight for them was a time to hide,
Time for critique ,
Time for suppression,
Time for repression...

Sunset was a gift from the underground,
Imbibing the spirits of the imbibed,
Walking the dark twisted streets,
Into the dungeons of lunacy...

The lunatics would judge,
Distinguish between the river and the ocean,
The river emptying its soul into the vast path of dreams,
Dreams that even the core of the Earth couldn't stop...

Just as the river became one with the ocean,
They walked to the other side,
Away from condescending eyes,
Away from a chorus of extreme bigotry...

They entered a world of frolic,
A world where sensuality from the pores of mother nature,
A world of hollow morality,
A world of high mortality...

Let all my morals fade with the disappearing,
Let my principals seep into the other side,
Let the monkeys of my mind emerge,
Let them become one with the world....





 

No survivers saviour...

The light at the end of the tunnel might just be lethal afterall,
Gripping you in all your vulnerable spirit,
Trump of awareness over submerged evil,
White noise to ward away the ghosts of the past...

Artifically drawn intelligence,
Status in a ruined nation,
Unfurled in the most pitiful path,
Washed down with guilt...

Submissive to induced fantasies,
Bought off by woes of adulthood,
Must follow the leader,
Then bite his legs off...

Bureaucracy Mercy

Hidden chambers of discontinues cliques,
Showdowns of the innocent walking the nitty gritty path apparent prosperity.
The lapse of time for the power we had to retrieve,
The instinctive hierarchy.

There's nothing like a true show of power,
Instillation of fear was a cheap thrill of the gods of this castle,
All big fishes in a small pond of insane followers,
Must bow to the subtle hand that lures the people of this cradle...

Innocence has greater adverse effects,
Can drain instinctive maturity,
Thrives for the greater pretense,
Years of triumph at the mercy of hollow bureaucracy.. 

Biological clock...

Our days seemed to have only become stranger as they unfurled,

The very foundation has revealed its vulnerable side,

Weakened by the bounds of a numbers greatest myth,

War torn for the battle of prosperity...

The behavioral analysis of a deceptive mind has become to a halt,

The fundamental serpent of mockery is now immune to disgust,

Repulsive only to the rigid mortals, 

As they now accept humanities greatest tragedy...

The frail old mind of a mortal is weaker, 

Imbibed all the wisdom, 

Wisdom, an apparently faithful friend of a lifetime,

Just to lose it all to senility... 

The fickle promises of childhood is a struggle to bury, 

As our fertility demands a perfect suitor, 

Which makes way for all those lost dreams,

Reincarnated by the gust of mating season... 

There happened to be a time when youth was a righteous possession, 

As we fiercely enjoyed it and watched it slip away, 

The fertile offspring envisioned dreams which the elders devoured, 

As they taught the young how to become a scavenger of a higher order... 

A skewed perception of time hovered over my head, 

Blissful ignorance let me dream as days turned into years, 

Here's when the prime of my youth turned into an antique, 

Here's when a withered stage of life came to stay till death..

Penury...

The poverty of the market place is evident,
When he masks his goddess of prosperity, 
Deceiving her enough to believe, 
That she will see only merry times ahead... 

She is kept in a position of pride,
Above the carpet that pacifies her from the grime that lies beneath.
Carrying the sensuality of a woman within her, 
Natures finest work of art, embodied in flesh and blood... 

Their boundaries seemed to be the grievance of his existence, 
Shot his swimmers just as they were about to ascend, 
Yet his passion quivers after two decades of brutal mockery, 
Submissive to his whim of preserving his virtue and vanity...

He saw sex, bosoms and lies, 
Not even the trinity of vices could lure him, 
Not alluring enough to suit his taste,
Not convenient enough to hide his lies...

Then they unearthed secrets lost in time, 
Those that spoke of thousands of years ahead,
Deranged years that oscillate within the benefit of doubt,
Reduced to a scenario of illusions...

For we can't seem to trade our hard earned fortune for the value of flesh, 
What's written in the stars is reduced to ashes, 
Superficial remorse from rags to riches and riches to rags,
Moments of elevation have now been misjudged...

He never fell pray to his inner demons, 
Though he fell pray to society's rigidity, 
Crafted by a despicable code of conduct,
He should have listened to the ghosts of the past instead...  

Classic Transperancy...

The sinister nights of war, 
When our regiment was equipped with artillery far from capable,
When our sense of well- being wept in agony,
Waiting to surrender to impending doom...

My fellow men begin to make peace with their gruesome destiny,
They begin to curse their inability to foresee, 
Every inch of their body accepting their vanquished controlled,
The subtle martyr has walked even further into the checkered shell...

We now wash our dirty lingerie,
In the muddy waters of solitude,
The residue speaks of grimy white lies,
Embodied with the spirit to rejuvenate the truth...

The infinitesimal transition withing limbo,
When we're suspended mid-air amidst other falling bodies,
Yet numerous turbulent times have gone by,
They now seem like events of another lifetime..

The persona which gloats is now silent with defeat,
Bonding with other mortals who bond with the end of an era,
The burden of trauma hovers within the pores of luck,
Harnessing the strength hidden within every catastrophic occurring...  

Unravaled to be left in shambles

The antagonistic foster siblings of escapism has never quite unveiled itself,

Claiming to be a part of the unconventional cosmos of appeal,

The futility of ridicule is a subtle legacy,

The unrequited vengeance of my identity...

The mojo of an Earthling is still mortal after all,

Borne with colloquial charm.

The surge of a fantasy,

Embroils and acquaints itself with strangers far from being strange...

The morbidity of a taboo,

Is known to evoke an unspoken desire,

Self mutilates a metaphysical possession,

Surges within but still lampooning its virtuousness...

The freedom of the mind,

Is now familiar with the trans-morphism of the world,

Still nurturing idiocracy,

With silence that provokes uncredited revolutionary thought...

Our words have now surpassed even the best of the connoisseurs,

Still acquainted with the naivety of former possession,

Possession that has now diverged,

But has still chosen a similar kind of groove...

The coquettish reveries,

Expects to acquaint with procrastination,

Unleashes the bonafide wrath,

With the arbitrary ambiguity...

 

The last laugh...

The martyrs have weaken their stance, 

Subconsciously intimidated by the days of only wounds ahead,

Only moments to go until the march to glory,

The provinces of gold had intoxicated  them to the point of the sleep of reclusion...

The breeds of higher order have now not a reason to opine,

They begin their day with the solace of futility,

Commence to a voice of bigotry,

Until a different kind of transition...

For letters written in blood,

Have been defeated by the words inscribed in bonds,

Seldom acquainted with the world of gossip,

Placidly waiting in the numerous post offices of decay...

The time had begun for the fancy air of romance,

I will gift you a kiss if you please,

Embodied with the spirit of youth and glamour,

Made to suit carnal whims and mundane woes...

I shall wait for the end of your crude fantasy,

Which shall be made to sleep upon my arrival,

Awakened when I am away,

Which shall continue to torment you as you twitch and turn in your grave,

But not for too long...

Let me feed you copper candy,

So very fierce and inedible,

Let me occupy your senses with the scent of my love,

Superficial enough to slip away...

No impact has been as great,

As great as my non- existent significant other,

Who took me back to the rustic air of childhood,

As I grew many steps away from naivety...

Very few roots of passion have traced back,

The rest have faded away with the night,

Trampled on with time,

Burdened by mortality,

Just to suit the flow to the last laugh...

The Village Fair ( Part 3)

Several years ago was once several years ahead,
They returned to the village fair, 
The glee fair as it was called,
Only this year it ceased to end,
Refused to end like a whimsical array of fireworks,
Fireworks coiled around the Globe for many generations to come...

The annual indulgence had now become one with their blood,
Defying hierarchy in every way,
The choir of the angels had incorporated itself with their good sense of rhythm, 
Some one from everyone was a part of every one's own kin.

The true glee festival it was, 
Illuminating the dark ages of every era,
The carousel bore the account of every one's life,
The sweet-toothed beggar for now had many a claim to fame today,
The lecherous lads insatiable appetite finally was to be satisfied.

Who could forget the voluptuous ladies,
The lanky lasses was not far behind either, 
The hunk all whims was in the midst of his polished act, 
The science of attraction prove to be a claustrophobic mechanism  to suit every one's needs.

Them noble men never failed to appear,
Everyone looked with envy at their sultry mistresses,
Suppressing their assets within the robes of vain,
Curves to die for, 
Modesty they wanted intrude...

The omnipresent dirty old men,
Never missed a moment to steal a glance,
They have variety to feast on today, 
Amidst the virtue goddesses and titty goddesses...

The buck- toothed mayor of the town,
Also struck with dwarfism,
Waits to inaugurate madness, 
Cuts the ribbon of euphoria,
With a few evolved words, 
Glancing at his wife struck with gigantism,
The mushiest couple in the fly.

Who could miss,
The vivacious lady oracle,
Staring in the vast open skies of the future within her crystal ball,
While she satisfies everyone visually with her elevated bosoms, 
Therefore the present gets all the love.

Then there were the old men and women, 
Only a few miles from their death beds,
Just to see the village fair for one last time,
For the reminisce of a lifetime, 
Left with the momentary despair, 
Then the glee festival raises their spirits to a point of a disappointed heir, 
Those scummy scavengers..


Them Noble men blended with the non-virtuous crowd, 
The erudite danced in circles with the illiterate crowd, 
The seductive women chatted with the modest mistresses, 
The glee festival drove everyone nuts, 
Never got stuck in a rut. 

The village fair,
The glee festival,
We'll probably take a bus there,
We'll get intoxicated by the voices of the angels...


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Harems....

The gradual step,

Is over in a moment,

Takes a lifetime to engrave,

Fragments of summarization,

Born in the realm of an era,

With a perception of inception....

Within the lonesome suppression,

Adulthood now gyrates within the neighborhood,

Bringing promises and the brewery of dreams,

Blossoming amidst the wastefulness of the past,

The glamor of the future,

Hand in hand with the disillusioned  crevices of imagination....

Maturity was so amorous,

Took me by hand from the protective arm of  nurturing words to the brute of seduction,

The brute who tore apart any armour of sanctity,

Until the reconcilement of strength,

Which charmed its own way into the house of enigma.

Smothered by monotony,

We were intensely satisfied,

Isolated tactile pleasure,

Tactfully crawled under our not so virtuous skin,

Then we were unbound,

Unbound by the sheer force of will.

Authority just morphed into a docile boundary...

Ever drop of sensuality of a woman,

It happens to be her essence of being,

Cannot be suppressed by the dry fury of the flames,

The placidity of the lands far away within the fathomed lands,

The crude sound of monotony,

Encircled by the full fledged form of threat...

Then we  rose ahead,

Embraced by the comfort of our escapades,

Running through a field of opium,

Scented with a rotten hint,

Unceremoniously had hidden vibes of distortion,

Below the fodder of kinder words...

There were harems in our head,

An obstruction in the orchid of virtue,

Bore the shame of consolatory visits,

Caresses the purity of lust,

Gnaws at its core,

The mystery of  its existence,

Unsullied with  sordidity and slyness...

Grilled cheese apocalypse...

On one fine Monday, a rather unfortunate event had changed the course of history. Fried cheese on neon- fire, as called as a meteorite overcame the atmospheres resistance and struck the North Pole, which had a rather catastrophic effect on the Earth.


At the 23rd hour of the night, when the world was rejoicing in their own terms the North Pole awakens, quite literally. The impact of the meteorite wasn't seemingly big, but what did humans know, even if they're the most intelligent species to ever exist, or apparently so. So this was the new big thing on the news of the next day, "North Pole hit by meteorite," was the" creative" headline, it even surpassed the news of Kim Kardashian's divorce and the brand new booty implants she got as a recovery for the post divorce depression, not even the stock market was more important, the meteoroid was grabbing all the limelight, this notorious li'l thing. But the world has this ability to move on so this soon became old new until five years later...

There was news of the North Pole disintegrating, like literally, the land was breaking down into bits, sinking. Then the North Pole was the new big thing. A scandal is known to divert attention to itself. Scientist, geologists, journalists and many scoundrel in this world did everything to save the poles but they all died, and so did the Poles, but one cameraman was there and he happened to captured footage that would make the whole world panic, not a person would forget. The ice bergs or whatever was remaining of it, just disintegrated into the water, like a pack of cards.      

This of course led to a lot of panic through out the world. People were trying to figure out what this was. Scientist, the real gods of the world figured out one similar pattern, disintegration. The land disintegrated, the organisms disintegrated, broke down. Water didn't but the aquatic life did. The sequence of events was cryptic.

Soon this pattern was observed in the areas of the Tropic of Cancer. The Earth was in dire straights at this moment. Our only home now is the Earth, after all our terraforming and other plans we had no where to go. Could this be the end of civilisation in general? All the biodiversity was being disintegrated, every bit of it, this nasty mystique .  This was happening faster then anyone could comprehend. Soon this spread to the Tropic of Capricorn this wiped out more than 95% of   biodiversity, this was a complete disintegration of the result of million years of evolution. The Earth was a vacant place. Then this travelled to the South Pole that was the end of it. The result of evolution was washed out.

What happened was that meteorite got in a virus from an outer world, which needed a  host cell or atom to survive. Therefore I shall call this a celestial virus. Any atom on this Earth was enough to facilitate the survival of millions of viruses or viroids. This structure of the virus was conspired by genius aliens who had figured that it would be easier for the virus to survive if it didn't differentiate between its host cells. Therefore they programmed it that way. The figured that Earth would have the most favorable conditions to survive. This virus would then evolve to a higher species, it wasn't a bad idea at all given that  all the biodiversity evolved from a unicellular amoeba. So they sent this in the form of a meteorite. It multiplied faster then humans could comprehend what this way. The aliens wanted the next generation to survive as they knew their life and planet was ending and the travelling from our their planet to ours was impossible  given the distance of many light years. Their figured that their form of life could only be transported if it was in a micro form. Therefore the genetic code of this virus bears a great similarity to their genetic code.

So now it is a very slow evolution of the virus, which is now evolving to its righteous life on Earth. Millions of years later their shall be a new kind of species. Maybe everything has a time and period so did the humans. The aliens had a more concrete plan of survival, they've even planned adaptation to other planets in another solar system, given that even our universe shall end someday. Evolution is a cycle, the history of existence is equivocal. It's survival of the fittest as Charles Darwin once said and he was undoubtedly right. They are the virus, they are the Earth men, goo goo g'joob. 

Windows...

Impulses of beauty are yet to strike the diverse visions of loneliness,
Faint and shallow visions of insecurities,
Pubescent joys welcome the coming of age,
Ambiguity is a tease at its best....

Intergalactic qualms of our minds,
Were devoid of the pleasure of solitude,
Greatly unaware of the inner world,
Under the robe of insolent strive.

The lingering scent of masked gratitude,
Not so sensual when claimed,
Contrary to adulterous mediocrity,
The forbidden fruit has come even closer...
 
 The world is a pendulum,
The protagonist possesses clandestine admiration for the antagonist,
The objectification of purity condemns lust,
Greatly unaware of its virtues...  


She wasn't attractive but she was beautiful!
The grenade of contempt has now been scattered into the land of indifference,
Replenished hope hovers over the mould and mask,
Deformed words adhere to the satire of nasty chance...

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