The boundary...

I wake up to realize,
That unrequited love is my biggest vice,
Something so sweet is my bittermost sin,
Everything to lose, nothing to win.

I have been told,
My body is good enough to be sold,
I have been told,
That I am so ugly, a man would be cold..

I am just meat with a limbic system,
I cannot guarantee all my thoughts are pristine,
I have red blood flowing through my veins,
Raging hormones rage in vain...

Yet I am warm,
In middle of the eye of the storm,
My thoughts form,
My sensuality will not conform...

My sensuality  will not conform to terms and conditions,
To those who rip apart my very foundation,
Where were you when my eyes ran out of tears?
Where were you where I was numb to my fears?

You just held my hand to get me wet,
Filled my hollow with your seed of regret,
Just so that the needs of your ancestors are met,
Sow your wild oats, so your genes can spread...

You sowed them in soil so fertile,
That she didn't hide,
She wrote about what was in her head,
Her canvas is your biggest threat...

So let her immortalize you,
To an extent that you can see your own fortune,
Fluid as your greatest dispute,
Of love, of lust...

Ugly

Empty,

Yet so full of matter,

So full of emotion,

Words and paintings,

Which would never see the break of dawn,

As the ugliness gets hidden within us,

Accumulating withing our cells,

Making them toxic and hostile.

Only the beauty gets the canvas,

Put on a brave face,

You should smile more...

Why are you so negative?

Is something  wrong?

I can almost feel you're not fine.

If only I could tell you I'm not,

However if I tell you,

You'd tell me I'm wrong,

You'll tell me to look at the side which is beautiful,

Which is as real as German silver,

As fake as my outer demeanor,

If only you would allow me to wipe off the paint within me ,

If I did, you would run away.

The world wants beauty,

The world runs on beauty,

Beauty of nature,

Beauty of people,

Beauty of God,

If you're bitter,

You would be thrown, 

Deep within the ocean,

To join the debris,

That pollute the Earth.

The ugliness within the beauty is shunned,

Almost a crime,

Abandoned deep within,

Contaminating every cell,

Changing the dynamics,

Of world within worlds...

It will break down, 

One particle after another,

Show itself, 

As a disease that cannot be cured,

Where is the beauty now?

The beauty you tried so hard to find?

Has it joined the other side?

Or has the ugliness within you just revealed itself,

In a way you wouldn't have thought.

You see,

It was there,

At every breathing moment,

Intertwining with everything you chose not to see,

Everything you chose not to show.

For this rejection of inner ugliness was for the voyeurs,

Who tore beautiful pieces of your heart and left you as you were, ugly...

Powerful vessels....

The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of her dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered torn hearts,
Will it rise above?
Above the humiliation, sorrow and disgust,
Will it be reborn with renewed spirits?

She has and she will live and learn,
Make unspeakable and scadalous mistakes,
Which she wishes were secrets buried deep within the furrows of hell,
If only the apparent social beings were not so concerned with the shame of others,
Digging up jaded secrets which should have been things of the past,
But shall be dug up with every new birth...

If dreams have died today they can be reborn tomorrow,
In a different place, time and dimension,
With another form of energy,
Every piece of it replaced one by one,
With different colors,
Very glossy on the outside and skeptical and murky deep within...

For her body is just a vessel of life,
Draped by curves,
Curves that seduce some and disgust others,
If she chooses to live life as she was supposed to,
She might as well as died long back,
And taken her soul to another world....

How different are souls and dreams really?
Can one not be interchanged with another?
Can one not be driven by another?
Can one not be intertwined with another and help each other grow?
Can they not be filled in this vessel called life?
Be solid companions until life parts from her and beyond?

What is her body?
Was it her sense of being that was born to mate, reproduce and die?
Emerge from the Earth,
Then fly towards the cycle of the universe?
Then be reborn in one or the other form stay until it's pleasing to the eyes,
Only to part again until the hot flashes arise...

For true love isn't just eye candy,
Or when it's warm around her arms,
It too can be cold and bitter,
Leave hearts scarred and torn,
Until one day one realizes,
That true love cannot be found when one soul is a toxic dependent on another...

It is found within that vessel,
Within that life,
Within that dimension and space,
Perhaps in another universe all together,
Where souls intertwine with dreams... 

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The Martian...

The world before my eyes is almost as disillusioned as I seem to be,
Migrating from one part of the globe to another,
To search for a place I call home,
I place were the seven colours of the rainbow are easily differentiated  before they become white light...

I am not in the closet where it comes to the man I love,
I am in the closet where it concerns the freedom of my soul,
Ridiculed, torn and tattered while exerting my free speech and will,
Shall I withstand the mockery in fear of a spear piercing my heart?

A spear in my heart,
Wounded and dead,
Before I was audible,
I had something they did not possess, another perspective...

The end of me was not the end of my ideas,
Whose spirits were indeed crushed,
As it started seeping below the ground,
Only heard within the whispers of some jaded men...

Little did they know my ideas had roots,
Roots below the ground that was masked my barren lands above,
Breathed the toxic fumes of hell,
Stronger as the years passed...

Till one day those roots just became a tree,
A tree strong enough of inhibit the ground with young saplings instantly,
They grew, spread like wildfire,
A epidemic that broke suppression...

A mutant stronger than any virus was now at large,
They tried to stop them with every weapon they had,
But anger harboured and nurtured for years beat it hands down,
Ravaging slavery with the ray of light...  
 

Innocuously unconscious...

The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of my dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered bodies and crushed spirits,
Using their newly acquired air of individuality to stop the infection from spreading...

There were days she used to bleed for them,
There were days she made a new world of stories with her tears,
There were days she questioned their unity and separation,
Now those days have broken with the break of my dreams and wake of my lids...

The lovers, with their deeper lust and intense attachment,
Feared as their fatal attraction ceased into a pitch black void,
The companions, who bore the other half of the dead souls and beautiful bonds,
Watched as once merry monotony was now a far fetched memory,
The nurturers with their fusion of life, care and separation,
Now watch as their creation enter another world...

She watched from another dimension of the skies,
Mourned in her sleep,
As she woke her tears were bone dry,
Psyched by the heavenly icy cold cold lullabies...

They waited for time to turn just so that they could reach out to her,
They showed her sights, sounds and seasons from her childhood,
A couple of decades ago but long lost in altered perception,
Even tried moments of breaking her into the past that never was,,,

She now ceased to believe that they were living beings imbibed with emotion and ambition,
More so mere characters in her dreams,
Bold and beautiful as well as dark and grimy,
Mere puppets of her unconscious side of the coin,
Who watched as she died many deaths,
Who wilted away as she was reborn with numerous lives...      

Forever lost...

A slip between the cup and the lip,
Seemed to have a rather tragic end,
He dreamed of romance, looked in a sacred casket,
Within two peoples hearts,
She dreamed of love for the world and lust for the wooers....

There were men who loved a piece of chunky meat,
Dreamed of devouring her flesh black and blue,
There were men who thought of true love,
A desire for her in the deepest of nights and a speck of light in the break of dawn,
Then there was her who was numb to it all...

The mighty fall of love proved to rather melancholic after all,
A battle between instinct and acquired taste,
Swirling within the wind of hopes and dreams,
Which paints a rather perfect image,
Not too far from the truth not too close to impulsive perception...

This magic potion was cursed by the demons hands,
Saw it create love and wanted to tear it apart,
Used its broken pieces to wipe its tears,
Used its changing colors to soothe its needs,
Locked it away and denied its consumption to its creators...

The curse of lost love has diverged from its path,
Soon to find it again,
Shall find those who seek the burning ray of passion,
Shall shrike lovers just to created a void,
Of days lived many times over and lone nights...

Lopsided spectrum...

I saw the hollow of my soul,
Just when I drifted apart from the ghost of my past,
My instincts sensed the emergence of change,
Hence it created a void,
Which seemed like an endless tunnel lit by the light of minute change..

We now must depart from the world created by the gods,
Enter a universe radically inverted,
Devoid of space and time,
Straight laced as change,
As harsh as the truth..

Your comrades shall rise and fall as seasons change,
Succumb to fate,
Lose themselves to life,
Get resurrected in the fire of ice,
Too frozen to relive the former companionship...

My principles have now been deformed and kept in the corner,
Wept the silent cries of change,
Slid back into the closet,
Changed its attire,
Painted a mask on its face...

It has deceived my comrades,
Too frozen to detect lies,
Too brittle to walk hand in hand with the truth,
They now see their soulless hollow,
Saw their departed soul bound, being disciplined away from the spotlight...

The scars of the past have now faded,
I now carry my vices as a cloak of experience,  
Empathetic to sinners in numerous dimensions,
Still choose to hide, though we're one,
Fighting its own reflections...

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...