to me things become vary,
a seasonal thought that stings my perception,
or a mere crooked delusion paving through my weary veins
choices are but fractions,
callings to a different experience
instilling a memory to this very existence.
should i carve it like an aged wine
or throw it in the drains of obscurity labelled with morality.....

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Inscribed on the green walls,
Are promises of obscurity,
glooming like the shadows from a window,
Clingering on to your thoughts like the malevolent spines,
hardening the dwindling soul to its roots of prime,
fastening us to a world of terrible crimes,
Awakening the reasoned feathers to a fateful shrine.

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For all those heavenly pieces of life,
brewed with a stance of clarity,
there is a stigma stilled with seamless crooked thoughts,
unwavered by the touch of empathy,
clinging on to the robes of ecstasy,
a trodden desire to be fullfilled,
every now and then,untill the hands fall like a dripping leaf, realized but obsolete.

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With each step closer towards reality,
i discover new threads of entanglement,
piercing my conscience with thoughts of belongingness
i look up in the sky of for a sigh of relief,
for how long has it been, since i first descended on this dreary soil of materialism,
Are there wishes yet to be realized or hopes yet to be fulfilled,
my mind abrupt with this sudden blankness every now and then,
if only choices were easy as picking stones,
and heart more earnest like the sea,
laiden under the responsibilities of this so called identity,
i yearnfully become a man of a better next time ,
engaging the unborn with yet another unfound ascent.

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in depths of heart and mind
we find emotions mingled with agony and hope
secluded on the grounds of moral clay
a desire remains to burn away the shakles of truth and lies
to become familiar with a seamless idea of nothingness
where you resonate with the most primal being
a state where you are timeless and ageless
an ending where you are done with the journey of cycles.

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The hypocrisy of being human, the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing at all.

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i do not believe in people who say that they are powerless,without gifts,that they are uncared, weak..
i truly wish if they could understand a very simple fact about themselves.. that afters aeons of survival and centuries of bloodwars.. its their bloodline thats still alive.. accepting weakness would be a shame for the pride of yours forefathers who went through all the hardship and destruction and still had the will to keep there legacy alive through you.. you have their blood in you their genetics, their memory, its only because you haven t made efforts bring out that hunger for survival, for being a beast, for perfection.

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without knowing our boundaries of perceptions,
we are but mere beings of ridiculous thoughts
filled with mongerings for beliefs of self
tirelessly trying to compile things that are non existant
in this perpetual world of dual reality
doomed to let the very pillars of awakening
get lost in the utmost bliss of darkness

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Whats so hidden about the melody scores
and a glass of icy tingling wine
luring in this tempestuous air of frivolous ectasy
blazing lights and glarings sights
smitten by shame and smearing sighs
every once in a while but by choice
untriggered but stuck by this sting of love
so frenzy yet so fine...
clinging onto my veins like some instilled divine

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blown by winds of faith,
i reserve my deepest secrets with keys only to one
still barely walking on this crooked wheel of hope
i sympathize at my wary terms of life and thought
pondering over that uncertain master
pulling strings since time unknown
i ever wonder to be in that partcular realm
where demons and men share a road,
and strange dark mysteries reveal themselves as history of truth,
where god is in mind and devil are in books,
such a world which is run by crooks.

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