i've filled my journal from the end
for incomplete thoughts are crippled
or connoted to make amends
I’ve filled my journal from the end
as an allusion to incoherence
this was a rebellious upend
to attain self-reverence

on the mist of dawn
he came out to play a melody
the holy rhyme of his lawn
treasured as a remedy
on the mist of dawn
they gathered on the field
for them soccer was a monotone
one with which their soul healed
on the mist of dawn
she welcomed the birds with fodder
its her way to mourn
the harsh reality of divine's order …

silently I grabbed their hand
whispering to stay for a while
my words were infantile
but you lacked the will to reprimand

I am standing here with utter disappointment ,
Finding my way out of the panic
Anxiously I gave some rude replies to push away the commitment,
Is taking the dream at night is the best way to have it ?

The eligies comprehend my emotions; shimmering zeal in darkness...

Dragon, one of clouds
made out of imagination
a teen who looks at it wonders
is this incarnation, of thunders
adjusting his iris he gazes
at the sky
which brimmed amaranth
witnessing this serenity his heart cries why

i feel myself fading away
growing up like a dreamer
i see dawn's intriguing play
with arms wide open i try to reach her
i feel myself fading away
entering a rebellious state
a necessary change, as some say
to live by this trait
i feel myself fading away
trapped in hallucinations
the fear of these,
is god’s way
to prepare one for infinite meditations