The Moon ,
the moon ,
the moon
That orange gloomy there
Hidden behind the veils
Is such romantic rains,
Breeze crept round the skin
Beneath the thunderous
glaresRainy vibes erupting
emergingRound me
and I
solo stood and stare
At
The Moon,
The moon,
The moon!!
The Rhy”Me”!
No deep thought riding me
I feel silent
as a DEAD sea..
My circle Closing
After every dawn..
Either it’s me
OR the PAIN
that’s long gone..
Now the Brightness is
turning me BLIND..
I can’t find PEACE
in my own Regime !
A “HELLO” from the DEEP
cracks of Mine
OR
A Call of ” RESCUE “
From this RHYME….
Finding the definition LIFE
The deep depression riding me
Shouts with hollow screams
What is life..
Still a question
Without a ?mark.
What is rollin’ all around
Fear of gravity
Or
The fall of self morality.
Life in here; Newton seems a puppet
While
Hitler a social protagonist..
“The feel of poverty
holding a blank cheque.. ”
Tryin’ to find
Positivity in our own negativity..
Nor warm up nor a retake
That’s how life goes
Without a break…
That’s what I see in me!
In lonely rainy evening
Tobacco between the lips
And bottle whiskey
Keep myself in the cracks of gloom
Shadows of first romance
Emerging from the eyes
Before the Doom.
Can’t feel the emotions
Can’t feel the pain
Me a broken tree
In the rain, snow or the chilly winds
Eaten up by mites
Nor a shadow there for me to Survive
In a Hope you’re there somewhere
For me
to
make me alive!
Who is the God!
What are you concealing buddy?
Is that nefarious deeds
Of your charming life,
Easy get going God’s must be
Peeping at you,
Sins you hold for
your Own burial,
Sins don’t decay with bones
At the ultimate,
Killings you made of souls,
Smiles you snached for
Your own laughter,
Easy get going buddy,
God must be peeping at you
For his own safety.
Life dipped in disguise!
Life a field of barren land
You the scarecrow in it,
Constrained for responsibility
Easy to sow but harder to reap,
Sanguined eyes grief’y joy
Immortal rumors regarded for
Own destroy,
Peeping via the eyes of wisdom
Why o’ why there’s such doldrums,
May you run run away from
The demanding life,
To escape into a brand new interstellar
with proper disguise!
Unaccomplished Love.
Leaving for the work,
He Kissed his bride.
Down the road a cigarette lit aside
She still resides in his mind..
Hope for Humanity…
Roots enchanting for eternity
battling for peace in humanity
while lust preyed on love
and drowned in treachery,
walked on emotional debris
concealing their hollowness
against the orthodox society,
JOY, you can’t spell the word right
inner wounds will bring up the light
to feel the numbness
far from the optimist’s sight
ego screams for the silence
for the pride waiting to be justified!
Depression…
Smoked last cigarette
searched for the blade
suited up after an abrasive shave,
alarm screamed for the rise
but
depression is consistent to be awake
glazed onto the mirror
for the sum thing new
but
those same bloody eyes remained.