Trinity..

Drafting gallant resolutions
Promising with a winner's spirit
Waking up the hoarded ammunition
Ginger like curiosity to fulfil
Hearing the voices of mind
And not you disfigured heart
I'll test my kind
Not to loose out them apart
Days pass by
With instantaneous speed
Resolutions losing lusture
With shady deeds..

Smelling the purest aroma of delight
Particles are rushing narrowly
Delivering by the nature's sight
Lungs are shooking  badly
Intentions owning actions
Actions gearing imperfections
Imperfections bearing confessions
Leading to frustration
Tasting the hues of petals
Delivering ***** letters
Consequences of fair deeds
Fruiting security of the hardest shell
Experiences of the aroma of delight
Just with paper and a pen..

Some doubts last forever
Some go down in flames
Others wait for a savior
To paint feats over blames

Half of the sorrows lent
Some with **** absence
Flickering the unwanted immigrants
Still with indelible influence

Shadows bickering from sceneries
Yelling from the wounds of ignorance
For the desires to be a mercenary
With heavy ******* and finances

And those doubts, those memories
Those immigrants, those saviours
Sorrows of lent miseries
Snoring in my ventilated treasure..

Your dazzling desires are my crooked pastime
Your frantic benedictions are my graceful stand
Your attractive beauty lays no doubts
Blindly following you has been my topmost trend
I'm a free bird
You're wild and frail
Still I admire you, as always
Balance myself with your short-tempered traits
Cause I've not any other option left...

The unbreakable knots of our hearts
Gripped and darted even tougher
Series of imprints of dark dirt
Can't dare to veil our laughter
Impacts of madness has been milder
Devils have got their mysterious fear
Fairies are flirting recklessly
Adoration is ambitiously glistening
The unbreakable knots of our relationships
Crossing the line of general prosperity..

Battle of raged thoughts and faded experiences
Multiple choices and multiple answers
Confusion becomes repenting grievances
Is the answer really enough?
Pulling bucket from the deepness of well
Slowly, steadily, patience
Hey! Time Over!
Grabbing with haste disturbance
Oh students, you've done that! How can you?
And then the level of questions tripled
And we find one's ratio
However hard you try, You won't gain
Leaving helpless and hopeless..

Revelations of unsaid mysteries
Rumours of fake illusioned stories
Residing between physique and spirituality
On the bridge of divine
With pillars of warmed support
For a ride to the heaven of guilt and confessions
For all the perdition of crimes and treasons
Now in a beautiful yet cursed nature of guilt's heaven
The demands of prosperity
Livelihood, shelter, charity
Love, Bliss and dignity
Are now in a dreadful natural calamity
All I have are the bare hands
Seeking for spirituality..

Thy

I am tired of clearing stains
of my tears on my glasses.
Every time I clean them
with water droplets, I think of a new beginning. Yet, somehow the tears trickle into them and they make the world around me blurry and unclear. Yet I continue to wear them because I want to hide my tears behind them because I cannot cry my heart out in the world. So only my glasses know the frequency of my cries and I remove stains from them too.