The divine ride of my bicycle through hazy humanity, innocent replica of tomorrow how dim witted!! slow-thicken and twisted, lullaby of lies we heard, melody of myths, each passing day subsides. the goodness, the beauty and the morale of life. ashes, ashes, all fell down.
Then ticked on the Life’s clock, adult reality, Full moon brings the darkest night agitated, for people are bats who sleeps upside down, they chant of modesty and truth fabricated, Deadly roses, delicate and sublime, The moment you see it, the moment you die. Ashes, Ashes, all fell down.
Truth is the rotten dung in the dumpster, Honesty is cowardice, love is miserable-lore, For I know the truth of the selfish bones, I lie. Assumptions, Beliefs and a relentless dream, of an ethical, modest and fascinating us, for you and I, we’re not the priest, Ashes, Ashes, all fell down.
Premise The possibilities of the livings drives them forward. With all the heart wrenching predicaments of life, they still breath, they still live it to the fullest…
Only in the glimmer of hopes…..the sparkles of probabilities….the happy ones, the fulfilling ones…All the hardships seems dwarf when the canvas of life projects beautiful prospects of future…
Especially to the ones which struggle to get mouthful of food….the shattered huts and the smelling arenas tell their stories of wrenched life….Still the poor lives…the eyes search for just one flicker of hope….flames of possibilities..
Here’s a piece to magnify this feeling….
Perhaps the armour of the poor is just a myth… Endless sufferings And Deep scratches on the soul, Yes indeed, it’s a rippling lie… The flashy cards flared up and the hollow promises, The deprived eyes and the questioning faces, The sunken cheeks which not blushes pink, The chapped lips, Far from being scarlet. The lost smiles and the tarnished thoughts, No cloudy dreams, In vicious cycle, they’re caught.. Necessities turned into needs Chirpings into wails, Knowledge means nothing And Oh! The ship that never sails.. Perhaps… Or indeed, if I say, The dreams of newborn, In these shattered walls, would end up in dismay… Perhaps..
In midst of life, In lies of the world, In my craving thoughts, I breathe of disguise, I am not your worthy, neither trust Worthy, But I do love you.
For that reason, Or for many reasons, I blush at you, or for silly jokes you have, I might tell you some day, Or may not tell you ever, But I do love you.
There’re flowers I look at, the same way I see you, I smile for them, I don’t touch them, But I do love them. The freshness I find in them, I find in you. For this reason, maybe the only reason, I do love you.
You know even if don’t, I will continue loving you, Like i’m standing in the burning sun, I feel no sun, but calmness, For you’re standing, in front of my eyes.
For the feel, no one does, But I do. For life no one have, But I do. In the pride of loving you I say, I do love you.