"* Sometimes I wonder,
Why we humans drool over petty things,
Live in this world...
without knowing the cause of our own existence,
without knowing the roles that we adorn?  

I remember feeding an amusing thought of mine
as I was going to sleep,
laying on my bed and observing the ceiling fan...

What if the world we live in really doesn't exist,
what if we all are just an imagination,
just a thought
In the god's mind?

Maybe when he forgets one of us,
the curtain of life falls
and than we say that the person has demised??

Maybe when the so called*  Judgement Day...
shall falleth upon us,
all the good souls shall be given birth,
from god's imaginative world,
into a new Utopian world...
and all the remaining ones,
shall  be nothing more,
than lost memories...

Indeed a scary thought of mine,
but it certainly fed my curiosity "

         © OutcastDreamer

"* I have a guilt in my heart,
That weighs a ton...
A guilt for a crime,
That I have never done...

I am free from the promise that I made to you,
Not like you were the one to keep yours too…

I am repenting for the sins,
That have stained my soul…
Cleaning them by my hope,
But failing so badly in the end,
That I didn't bother to try again…

I wrote a book on you,
Conserving each memory of us,
Within each page…
But then I left the book in the rain,
To watch its ink go down the drain...

But feeling uneasy still,
I burned the book...
And watched each page turn brittle,
Diminish into ashes...
Ashes, Darker than any secret we held...

Feeling unsatisfied still…
I buried the ashes in barren land...
And with it ended the story that we shared…

But in the place where lay the ashes...
There surprisingly grew...
A Flower so beautiful...
That it alone… seemed to rival…
The *god's garden... of Eden  "

                            ©  OutcastDreamer