Ah ! The peaceful blanket of death !!
How alluring can you be?!
Ah ! The fatal omen of chaos !!
How benevolent can you be?!
Ah! The gruesome slit that grows within !!
How satiric can you be ?!

The son returned,
Not a crack of remorse,
The mother hugged and erased,
The woman choked and fettered ….

I'm longing the quiet, the sturdy gushing,
I'm longing the everlasting joy,
I'm longing the soft embrace of pain,
I'm longing a peace injected chaos,
I'm longing the flamboyance of hope,
I'm longing the screams of voiceless voids,
I'm longing a ruin that grew with time,
I'm longing the lingering past,
I'm longing the devious atrocities,
I'm longing the saccharine scars,
I'm longing perhaps by madness bound,
Longing the brace I once called home…

Only the perfect of illusions
harbour a rhythmic convergence of
peace, happiness and content..

You appeal to the human me
While you ravage me
With inhumanity…

The shadows of the past grow,
A fleeting time engulfs all,
Lock away! Tis a ghastly thief !
Mere Humans, O! Travellers blind !
Hear the treachery unbind!
A cunning hand conspires,
Where the despondent lunatics thrive,
Lost human, lost all,
Hear ye the cynic call,
Hear ye the mighty fall,
Hear ye the shatter of pride,
Hear ye the poison reside,
Hear ye the voice of treason,
Awake ! O ! Naïve beasts !
Awake ! Awake ! Awake !

Sometimes it's about the peace,
Sometimes it's the need for space,
Sometimes it's a breath of fresh air,
Sometimes it's just the ruminant memoirs
And a dying call of the glittering past……