We traverse life seeking coloured feathers
desire silk gowns like fools dancing around
sand grains become ashes spoiling heather
stand we sapped witnesses to contexts found
Halfway we perceive abundant date palms
recall that we are here to live as whole
Almighty requesting kindness and alms
pass infernos with ignorant blind moles
Banish states of limbo lust and deceit
masses of souls circling as if in traps
immoderate are actions though seem neat
wade not in oblivion, find due maps
piano frequencies in harmonies
you will perceive, rejoicing amid ease
You moved a step ahead and left me behind,
Now I do everything to keep you off my mind.
Looks like you’ve built this whole new setup,
I act like I’m fine, but I’m really fed up.
Of hearing your name wherever I go,
But deep down, I think we both know...
That we’re stuck in the past,
Our time together flew by too fast.
Oh, how I wish it could last,
But we’re gone forever,
Though I remember when we never said never.
So, I’ll just watch as you move on,
While I sit here sulking, wishing to respawn.
Go ahead, live your life with my “replacements,”
While I’m left with my hollow emplacement.
Trying to explain,
This endless, immoderate pain.
Opression
Too oppressive for comfort, the proximity
Life with its array of shades, hues and shadows
Encumbered by words said and unsaid
Sentiments unspoken, muffled and silenced
Confusion vine like, slowly and surely rooting, sprouting to spread tentacles wide
Deadweights holding back the soul..too many
From floating onwards to free falling,
Like castaways, entwined and entangled by spiders, nets, not of the earthly kind
Webs carelessly conceived and constructed
An elaborate facade of untruths
All consuming darkness, of the immoderate quality,
Enthralled in its own gloominess, the absence of light, subsumed by madness
The creator and those who ceaselessly perpetuate, vacuously
I can’t help but hide from this envious moon,
clinging to the sky like ivory on oak.
Intertwined fibers of its circumference gleaming,
outside, nostalgic avenues form rivers, streaming.
I can’t help but stare at these silent walls,
repelling cold air with magnetic aversion.
Headlights shine lambent, photonic, reflecting;
inside, dark paint glitters, diverting, infecting.
As the immoderate stars watch over us, burnished,
the fear of hereafter is compelling, yet mystic.
I watch from my chamber, I listen, I wait;
a schema, cognition, they must procreate.
Why do I hide from an obscure world?
Outlining boundaries, fearful, despondent.
Expressions vague, a world aside,
these factions of cryptic doth not subside.
Why be afraid of a future forthcoming?
For thou shall come quiet, vibrant, becoming.
Even the longest dream
has the folly and endurance
to win destiny's adversities,
and who's against it
with an expression of doubt,
but tries to change it fast
with imprudence...
by showing malevolence and shame!
Even the longest dream encourages
the impatient and passionate hearts
to reveal those hidden emotions
and immoderate passions to others!
Even the longest dream
won't wake us up from our deep sleep;
and it isn't likely to set any extreme:
unless we fret and weep!
Even the longest dream
can't give us
neither hint or mystery,but it hastily
dissolves itself in dazzling sunlight;
how can it be
possible to dream,
if even the longest dream
flows like the swift waters of a stream?
Where will one find the real dreams
of one's heart?
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