City stretching wide,
Touching on every side. Buildings so high, They look beyond the sky. Space a playground of travel, So vast it can only baffle. Time a never ending maze; We can subdue every phase.
Written 31 May 2020
Their obsession to conquer.
Their ancient desire to subdue. They utilize every opportunity; And stamp me with their shoe. A fact they should have known. Long ago I lost all my ******. With the passage of time. I have turned into dead dust. Calmness is all what I needed. Only if they had left me alone. Like dust I would settled down. Without force subdued on my own. However, they stamp me repeatedly. Big-chested, Arrogant guys! But the more they stamp me, The more like dust I rise.
Debate your fate
Dont subdue to the hate Give back a fight With all your might Free yourself From the ever imprisoning gate And walk towards hope The shining light
Speak to me of your daily whims
Of your recurring nightmares Of your vague dreams Of your subdued thoughts Speak to me of the blinding sunlight Of the watchful moon Of the loquacious stars Of the mendacious night sky Speak to me of the blossoming flowers Of the condescending trees Of the dainty birds Of the cool breeze Speak to me of unsung novels Of the rejected songs Of the smashed guitars Of the obnoxious trumpets Speak to me of your distant memories Of your hopeless aspirations Of your unappreciated efforts Of your seemingly insignificant presence Speak to me of taboo perspectives Of shunned personalities Of existing gods Of modern society Speak to me of the inexplicable suffering Of your death desires Of your unheard cries Of your weakening heart Speak to me of unending love Of blazing flames Of transient emotions Of eternal scars Speak. Speak to me. Please speak to me. Speak to me of anything. I need to hear your voice. The silence is unsettling.