the Tvs' restless blaring screen-
the blurry sound
of a world gone rogue
you speak in empty connotations
but every conversation's
the same scripted monologue..
passion feels a million miles away
when every spark you caught is
subdued and fleeing
denunciated indolence is -
- emancipating, detachment
for a fatigued being..
a void between the world & I
a distance quelled -
when the heart feels whole.
Involvement in reality
catalyzes a desiccated soul.

Don't let envious eyes
ever weigh you down.
Or the shrill of jealousy
ever silence you.
For your smile that shines
as bright as a crown
Transcends divinity..
from within you.
Don't let contemptuous people
incinerate your confidence.
Or their sinistrous intentions
ever waver the soul.
For great ones are born
with the glee of insouciance.
They satisfy the soul
not the devils call.

comically melancholic
moments a heart yearns to frolic
eternity's soul demanding
those infinite joys; reprimanding.
change's been strange
memories fade & the deranged;
ones burn like golden embers
repetitively remembered..
till you brush the cinders off the heart
reveals a ruby core; ashes swept apart
like a Diamond, nutured with pressure
a gem is born, stronger than ever.

Sanity is a bandit of the soul
Maturity; far worse than it all
'Fear of being average' -
my minds centerpiece
Can't end up with the phantoms
of anaemic entities.

Cryptic creature, mystic eyes
Compelling features that hypnotize
The grandeur in your intricate train
Speaks royalty, majestic reign
Yet you live in zoo's, encaged
Where other creatures envy and raged

In the Grand-scheme of things
We're all linchpins
consciously mindless vagabonds
You weren't given this miracle
as a coincidence
to merely exist
But - despite the circumstances
To rise from the mist
Let your presence flourish
In this enigmatic experience
It's a 'Once In Existence' thrill
A sweet yet bitter pill.
Pain is inflicted upon
- those capable & strong
Possess the potential to fight
Turn the Inferno into a song.
Sometimes you'd have to find...
Life at lifeless times
-Moments to feel alive
Passion in the ashes
& an eternal sparkle in the eyes
-Of a chosen soul
given that ticket to the world-
Simulation or imagination
-Beyond comprehension
A pricelessly incredible
Spontaneous creation.

If truth was a colour
                                     then man's colourblind
something in existence
                                            something you can't find.
If truth was a sound
                                             then man wouldn't hear
seen as a blurry
                                             yet something so clear.
If truth was a feeling
                                                      then man would be numb
or truth came with danger
                                                     yet man would succumb
If truth was a deer
                                              we'd be the hunters
like finding a rose
                                                           in the dead of mid-Winter
If truth was a sea storm
                                                 then we'd be the yatch
That drowns in curiosity
                                                          consumed by the lot..........

Here I am,
Overthinking every sentence
Having grudges over jokes
Cringing at my awkwardness
and crying over thoughts,
of how they may percieve me,
do they see me as a ghost?
questions the devil in my head
always starring as the host.
But, does it really matter?
Should I even give a hoot
If someones thinks that I'm a lunatic
or a fairly worthless brute
Aren't  we all dust mites to the universe
and hamsters to the truth?
To ever care about our problems
To be of seriousness, routh.