๐ˆ’๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž

I find myself alone and I feel
I have an opportunity
I am at the centre of chaos
To be in peace is a luxury

A thick stony wall surrounds me
Dispersing the noise away
It’s comforting to know
No one comes to stay

Smoke and broken glass
I watch the city lights die
It spoils me that the blues
Would also one day fly

A long lost memory lane
I turn to introspect
Dead echoes are all over
Discomforting silence is intact

In haunted corridors of past
A part of me trades
With a promise of rescue
My body lies in wait

A black gaze into nothingness
Going mad and tripping
I try to steal a moment
But there’s always something missing

It’s a house made of cards
A self-sustaining illusion
I do not want to be
A part of it anymore

I take my chances
Embarrass myself
And turn them away
The hands that help

No one but I
Know the way out
The end is waiting
Just around the corner

Do not come knocking
It unnerves me to death
The will to control will dissolve
With my last breath..

๐˜ˆ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ

๐˜ˆ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด
๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜š๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜บ

๐˜ˆ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ˆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ
๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ
๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ

๐˜ˆ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ธ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ
๐˜–๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ
๐˜š๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ต
๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ
๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ด

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ
๐˜‰๐˜บ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต
๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ˆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.

๐™ถ๐šŽ๐š›๐š–

So, discern;
And hastily, If you might
With your stubborn creed
Or a plain foresight

One professes to save
But you barely know
The other one does kill
And has proven so

Choose, if you were to
Your nemesis with care
For both bend your spine
And a middle way is rare

Either,
Knights of vigilant minds
With shiny swords of Science
Making all that noise
Making you mental and whine


Or

A miniscule of living strands
Wrapped in a shell
Creeping ever silently
Seeping into human cell

Stolen Freedom













๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ

๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ
๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด

๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ

๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ

๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ
๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ

๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต
๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ

๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ.

(Pour la fille de Paris)

๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š

Aced in Pythagoras
Cracked the Python
You danced to the tunes
Of equations and codes

Put on a white robe
Find some control
Catch a rat may be
Deprive it of an oxygen mole

Map the heartbeats
Find a glitch
You are marked in gold
You are not going to sit

Brew a formula
For the boon and bane
And turn the landscapes
Into a productive plain

Come to the terms
Nod and Shake a hand
Spread and multiply
Viruses and worms

Show up in tabloids
Cheer in rows of theaters
Side by side
Hail those pretty faces

Your heroes from history
Your sacred ambition
A freedom under contract
Is not full of human.

A giant snail

I came across an orange-clad mollusk on my return from the Triund trek. I greeted him and wondered whether he could stay for a while as I had come to a halt for a quick recovery from the mountainous trail.

“I can do that. I’m not in hurry,” he gestured with a slithering movement.
I found him amusing and asked about his journey. “So where are you heading?”
“I do not know. I am here now and I will be somewhere else and far away after sometime,” he said.
“I do not understand. How do you know you have reached?” I further inquired.
“There is no destination. There is no stay. Only moving forward through the ups and downs. Battles of life. Frustrating as it may sound – the trick is to face them with unshaken calm and patience. This very process is my destination. This is the crown I wear with grace.” He seemed glowing as the twilight rays penetrated his shell.
“I see. I have heard the story about the rabbit and the turtle. The steady one wins the race.” I offered my kindergarten knowledge.

“Persistence is key,” he observed. “Be grounded. Be mobile. But most of all, be at your own pace. This is the moral an infant learns from the story. Interpret it with great care and you will find a disaster sitting at its core. The hare induces a sense of incompetence in the tortoise. And the tortoise decides to compete. It is ludicrous. What triggers a race should be pondered over.”

I did not quite catch the intention he had. ”How do you mean?” I asked.

“The folklore tells beautiful things,” He explained. “But today, a child is being taught to be competitive and superior. That if he wins the race, he will become special. The motive is toxic. It blurs the fine line between being intelligent and being ambitious.

“Everyone is unique. The shell of a tortoise is unique. The ears of a hare are unique. This realization is important. One’s unique actions should resolve the whys and wherefores of one’s journey. But the whole thing comes down with an agenda of winning only. The journey becomes a rivalry – infected with ego and a superiority complex. The idea of a competition is sheer stupidity.”

Before I could come up with another question, he suggested to continue with our respective journeys. “I must proceed now. I hope you find your calling. I wish you well, Stranger!” He started moving on.
I saw at the horizon, the mild yellow dwarf burying itself between the valleys. I completely forgot what I was going to ask. Somehow, I was convinced what I had in mind was silently answered. May be it was the very race of life that had rendered me immune to those hidden gems – finding the inherent, the important ones. My energy was restored. I gave way for his tread.
“So long, Creature” I bade him farewell.
“You are amusing.”Said the tiny one and kept on slugging away at the uneven terrain.

I was astonished at the profound knowledge I had received from a snail. I found myself pondering whether I had understood it. He gave a great insight about something I had known since my childhood. I marched on.

After a few steps I located a tourist playing flute on the porch of a cafe. With her eyes closed and swaying head, she filled the greenwood with her charm. On the backdrop of her melodious tunes, I continued on my way down the lane in a rather sombre settings of McLeod Ganj. I bumped into a monk doing his evening chores. He was smiling for no apparent reason. I also smirked at the thought of me smiling like him and looking like a lunatic. Good vibes!
As I was balancing my thoughts with the hunger which had prevailed, it suddenly struck me how there was an eerie resemblance between the monk and the mollusk I had encounter with!

For a moment, everything seemed to come to a standstill. Land of His Holiness! There was no haste. Those words echoed in my mind with great magnitude. Something had made sense. He was indeed a giant inside. I was the tiny one.
The sound of flute had faded.
I thought I had found my totem.

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Stones of the Promises

Ashamed

Of the Bitterness of Words

Drifting Beyond the Realization

Betrayal came in Shape

Enthralling

The Mortal Flesh of Living

Eternal Dark Throned

Shadows Withstood

Eyes lost the Luster

Tamed

By the Winds of Solitude

Melancholy chimed

Dwelt in the Depths of Empty Existence

Sheen of the Stars Turned Red

As the Shadows Shed Blood

Once Shimmered in Moon

Thy Scenery of Green

Presence of Deathly Silence

Summoned

The Songs of Withered Leaves

Annihilation of the Living

Thus Led Into Fate

Only the Illusion remained Stirless

Engraved

In the Endless Mist

Of Despair..

Heartsease

No glimpse of her shadows
Or a sign on the sand
Longing for her smile
No blossoms above the land

To the depths of the oceans
To the heights of the skies
Not a breath to be felt
Far beyond her sights

But living in my veins are
The bruises of her lies
I seek no trace of rains
To caress her sullen eyes

And i smell no hope
No wish for her return
I say the ballads for
The love that I earned

Blindness

My head bent
In my torment

Seized
Down by my knees

Soul scared
Of this worldly glare

Body wrapped
Covered in grime

In furious touch of time

A vision too far
Lights of nowhere call

Off this burning sand
Im the wings on this land

But Weight of the blues
Hurts when i move

Blinded

By shadows who sing

Of the world
Where

My freedom stings..

Call of A Wretched Mind

Burden of another day
In a night so somber
Riddles of right and wrong
How they slowly crumble

A portrait of million hopes
As I lay beside
Lay a dream, my angel
In decaying layers of night

Where I shall await
The fragile past to fall
Tearing away the blues
Unravel
The densest of them all

Your touches echo in my skin
Kisses land on my soul
Teasing the distances
Such your pulchritude

Embrace the beauty of this dream
Make it linger in my eyes
Along the threads of my breaths
Let it forever reside

So a million hopes within
And a path to pass through,
Sprinkle
Into thousands of mirrors
You be my night’s dew.