The harbingers of death intimidate the soul
The mind works up to derive endless possibilities with a certain unanswered question-
Is it supposed to end this way?
A series of phantasmagorical events have plagued the lives
Although real, but i prefer to sound like a brainless Pollyanna
The sufferings shall soon culminate
And the negligible nexus would become tangible
No catastrophe would annihilate the presence
And if the sisters of Fate were to suffer a reversal,
We'd live the way we dreamt, You and I.

Green-eyed monster can ****.
Green-eyed monster can destroy.
Green-eyed monster can **** your head no matter what.

The sight of seeing the loved ones entangled in egregious activities certainly stings the heart
The sinners being oblivious of the repercussions and the risk of falling apart
What once was a distant thought now becomes a part of the daily routine
If only there was another lifeline to go clean
And purge the soul of the felony
For the unaccountable vagaries could oppose the winds that now blow in accordance
That the truth be discovered is inevitable
The mind hath to travel back in time and deter from doing what it once never did
The will power hath to exterminate the 'impossible' from the lexicon
As it belongs only to the fools who haven't ever tried whole heartedly
The powers of the will cannot be undermined
For wonders do happen when the will overcomes the shackles;
Shackles which are nothing but infirm figments of imagination.

A portent of the intricate was looming in the sky
With its fiery red eyes fixed upon its prey
Already down the cliff, I wondered if there was a way back
There were those evil birds stooping towards me
Thought they'd **** me at once
But they chose to torment till the very existence of the soul is crippled and crumbled
The death still precludes for the free fall had some rising hopes

As clear as the placid water his soul was
To hell with the devils, they vitiated his presence
Living in a world of dreams all the time
He never realised when the clock struck nine
Plagued by his own demons, he made a tower of miseries
Although he wore a smile but it was only beguilement
To the deluded creatures which danced around him.
In the scorching heat of the desert, a frigid separation had seeped in
The reasons which he himself was oblivious about
But this is how the state of things are supposed to be
So hazy.. so murky.. Confusion befuddles this issue
Does the nexus exist or was it just another series of co-incidental events?
Even if Lucifer ran all the way he wouldn't enlighten the dungeons of his heart
For they have been scarred beyond measure with a myriad of hapless events
Still standing in the queue waiting to exterminate his soul.
The assault has begun. Who would win?
The wicked sisters of Fate who have been conspiring since eternity or
The miniscule luck which has been showered onto him?

The care and love i cannot show
But it'd always be there and never go
The vicious circle of life exacerbates the state of things
Asphyxiating my presence and clipping down my wings
Only if it could alleviate the miseries
If it could.