Beyond our hyper-kinetic
World of make-believe
The price of everything & the value of nothing
Remain the same
Tag: inside
Cascading Depths
Incessantly deep – that’s what it was
A vibrant lake with an uncommon cause
Unlike a dull scene from a black and white movie
A pool of rainbows swirled and existed solely to be
A mirthless abyss bound it’s deft endless vertical
As perplexed wells sang in a stormy silent spectacle
How long have we glided on this scaled emerald snakeway?
Asked the guests to the Keeper of Realms at the end of their day
Across the Bridge of Sighs lies a stone stairway that’s steep
Moist and massacred with moss where sullen mermaids weep
While we cascade into the deep depths of indignation
We find that fear has followed this sensory perception
Life, times and people in simple black and white we cannot weigh
For all of us are but carbon atoms resonating in shades of grey
Fret not, the Wizard of Pause guides us at the end of our journey
For he has lived his life with every moment spanning an eternity
There lies the black dragon of chaos in it’s undisturbed sleep
For eons laid motionless awaiting a new harvest’s reap
Behind the veil of grace what we see are movements inside
Of some long forgotten folklore beast draped within a black hyde
The Sun suddenly sets in slumber into a pitch black lack
All mythical creatures now reign free as our blind eyes slack
Hands extend outward
As we get pulled inward
Armed With Words
Words of skill
All truly nill
To feel like you’ve had your fill
Words to kill
Your silly thrill
A pre-planned emotional spill
Mighty this, mighty that
Hoard through gluttony on fat
A cause for your divisive hat
Purge the soul
Purge the whole
Purge the backstabbing mole
Knives in my back
Foresight you lack
Through silence fade to black
Words to be slick
Words to be quick
Attachments resemble a walking stick
Independence
In dependence
The Rising
I had travelled afar,
Slept under many a star
Through mountains, dungeons and caves,
Freeing dozens of tortured slaves
A true harbinger of peace,
Over all I shall have ruled with ease
In many a battle I had slaughtered and maimed,
For my just brutality over hills I am famed
All who would anger and oppose me,
By the tip of my blade would be set free
Such was my repertoire beyond countless days and starry nights,
Famed as a god I was, fabled and mythical were all my fights
But, today in this world of netherworldly rainbowed colours,
My soul paces with unease, twitching with feral fervours
For what I found in this world upon my arriving,
Intense and surreal was the rising
Vacuum Living
Pointless
Futile
Vain
Insane
Fragile
Frail
Sorrow
Prevails
Empty, vacant
Soulless shell
Very much alive
In this deep wicked hell
Will I Ever?
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
In mind, in body, in spirit
I wish to nullify this life’s defecit
Living with a silent scorn
All efforts vain and torn
Endless ridiculing
Suffocation stifling
Oh my illuminary friend
Please help me see this end
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
Stagnating within a stagnant pause
For Some
For some it comes with perpetual pain
With no sight of hopeful peace or gain
For some it comes with wisdom attained from age
Infinite free smiles before an unmaksed hidden rage
For some it comes with unconditional love
In mute exchanges of the emotional glove
For some it comes with blinding rest and sleep
Of private dreams pandering to the social heap
For some it comes with a six-string bending
Immolated souls in musical notes ascending
For some it comes within illusions of themselves
Narcissistic cries for attention in humanity’s fake encalves
For some it comes naturally
All facets of life faced gladly
For me it comes from my personal secretive yores & folklores
These eyes I’ve been gifted with will always see behind yours
I refuse your excuse
The Single Drink
As I sit alone at dusk and have my first
A black liquid to quench my life’s thirst
I recall an existence filled with nothing but misanthropic void
An incomprehensible scribe to my future husband or bride
Are you now going to get lynched for swinging both ways?
I seem to care eitherway, since existence is a hypocritical haze
Your sexuality has never mattered to my wayward mind for it’s a bore
A formidable intellectual companion is all I have craved for forever more
In a pure relentless pursuit towards a peaceful vision of all my lives
A constant step forward away from all your dripping distrust-laden knives
Dive deep into the first black-red drink of many
A calculative future strategy with dread, uncanny
Behind the first now parched awaits a secondance
Ready to soothe this shoulder of absolute dependence
A welcome calm over the languid flames of my distant detached heart and soul
An Armenian pianist now sings blissfully into the ears of this abandoned black foal
When forever is to be continuous somehow
Eternity is a long time away from until now
As I sit alone late night and down this cure worthy single drink
I teeter and cross the edge of an elusive Niravana’s brink
Tried and pre-tested acceptable methods of being a part
Now prove false under the guidance of your rotten cart
Are you really listening to me my dear loving God
Probably not, you pure imaginary friend of a fraud
I now seek to liberate myself from all your predictable grids
To down this drink and try my best to foresee my life’s skids
As I share bits and pieces from my life’s cup
I keep expecting one of you shits to stand up
Only to be left without any answer
Happiness seems to be life’s cancer
The pursuit of which constantly results in an ever-rain upon your farm
I already know you wish to be set free from all of experience’s harm
Always level with the precious offsprings that you have hurled
Else as misfits they shall wreck havoc upon this superficial world
Await for my shit allegorically misjudged perfect painting – Freely
I now have to leave because I hear the Moonwolf – Seemingly
Negation Of Memories
Whether they be good or bad
Unwillingly driven cold and sad
These thoughts and memories
A misread book of insanities
Same old story, none will ever know
A heart with no summer, only snow
How does it feel to live with a fluctuating mind that’s worse than a chameleon jumping on the vibgyor colors of a rainbow?
Humour
Human beings smile or laugh to escape
From this forecfuly projected landscape
Humour is more often derived from someone else’s pain
A fleeting feeling craved for a selfish emotional gain
Caught in a twisted maze of delusions in a noise so deafening
So easy it is to deny the pain of someone else’s suffering
Humour me, go ahead and try your luck
And see for yourself if I truly give a fuck
Prozac Grin
When
When the still waters
Conspire against the tides
When the snow hustlers
Pause to see epic landslides
When an infinite universe
Rumbles it’s song two-pronged
When the polar converse
Undertakes a silence prolonged
True venture is chaotic
Infinite adventures erotic
A deathly communion orgasmic
Degeneration of the cytoplasmic
A frantic climb done over a dune
Witness a serene vision of Lune
Caught in a search for the elusive Light
The end of the tunnel approaches – Bright
An incredible find
Forever a subdued mind
A voice hoarse from shouting
A rebel seeing and screaming
Slaughter
In a war torn life
We’re all alone
Pain and sorrow
Is all we’ve ever known
So we grabbed a knife
To get it done
They promised us
That it’d be fun
Brother,sister
Mother,father
All of fucking life’s creator
They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Why is it that we go to war?
Is a peaceful reality really so far?
We were asked to go with non-partial fists
To be devoid and feel nothing like nihilist
To break all our bonds and forget our pain
To wash ourselves in an endless bloodied rain
Brother,sister
Mother,father
All of fucking life’s creator
They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Why is it that we still go to war?
Is a peaceful reality really so far?
The Wheel Of Sun 