Humble conclusions awaits by the wind
Beyond the horizons , living by the sand
The small creatures lying by the driftwood
Moves diagonally over this promised land
Far away lives a messenger of initiated souls
He has a message ciphered in our five senses
Nothing bids farewell to this infinite scrolls
The axis of happiness lives in all three tenses
We are inside a quadratic equation
Whose constants weeps from our lies
The balancing acts of our ill creations
Scornfully takes this messenger for a ride
The iniquity of the moving clouds
Contorting senses of pervert desires
There is no such visions to be proud
I wish to set all the holy books on fire
Shadows of our distant forefathers
Wanders through the ages of sin
The fading moonlight around the quarter
Asking me can we ever win ?
Reminiscence of our self-betrayals
Pictures a perfect storm deep inside
Kill the messenger , the message is fatal
Its the mind, our sweet cyanide ... :)
6 comments:
Each of your poems has a WOW factor to it. Mind is indeed our sweet cyanide... What an amazing expression of nothing but the bitter truth! Kudos to you!
Yeah theres a whole gallon of cyanide inside our mind. Thats the very reason why people just neglects some of their truest of insights and place their actions based on the centuries of conclusions by the system(religion,priests,monks,leaders,teachers,lawmakers) and similar shit heads.
Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.!!!! :)
I cannot agree more with you Rag. Whoever the fuck made up this "System"? And people are dumb enough to go with it. I am one of them. Somewhere or the other, we all subconsciously fall prey to this System sooner or later. On the other hand we all have reached up to a level where we cannot do without a System. It is complicated, but if there really is a need for a System, then there has to be a change, there has to be a reform, a transformation!
We need to swallow our own sweet cyanide to face ourselves and have a final face off, a confrontation, maybe that would open our eyes to the truth...
intense poem..but d thing that catches my eye more is ur template! bloody awesome i say! :D
I guess enough has been discussed about the plot already ;)
So let me rip the poem :P
Nothing bids farewell to this infinite scrolls
The axis of happiness lives in all three tenses
A master stroke! Especially the last line was just WOW!
We are inside a quadratic equation
Whose constants weeps from our lies
Indeed Quadratic we are. We always have two choices (solutions). Aw Rag look how I am turning crazy with the comprehension. Such is the impact man.
Kill the messenger , the message is fatal
Its the mind, our sweet cyanide ... :)
Extremely veracious !
Don't dare stop posting is all that I can say :)
@trinaa : Thanks for stopping by. Yes the template is an important aspect of my blog. I screwed my ass with photoshop for hours to make that banner. Thanks for the nice feedback!!!
@nan : Well the truth lies in that same quadratic equation you have figured out correctly. There are indeed two choices but also a third choice resides that is practically not possible. <---refer to the dialogue in theory of conscience---> !!!!!
I guess I wont stop writing because this world is never going to stop selling narcs. Thanks again for your delightful feedback !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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