I think I’m going to troll the Queen today
She’s social media savvy just like me
For far too long I’ve let her have her sway
Her coach, her stamp, her coin and all for free.
No need to scale the royal palace gates
Or sit upon her queen-size cotton sheets
I’ll catch her in the way they say she hates
Some spit and spiteful slipped between her Tweets.
She rules the land, I rule the internet
Upon our heads two versions of a crown;
Hers bejewelled with empire’s ruby sweat,
Mine anonymous. Thumbs. All pointing down.
I didn’t use to be this way. I wasn’t vexed.
I blame the Daily Mail. I’ll shred them next.
Still could feel the saccharine notes
played on the alluring eyes where I lost myself
for a while.
It flattered the vanity of the mysterious silence
I wished to last long !
The innocence psyche of a stranger
enthralled the shadow of a crimson light ,
shinning towards a unknown desire.
But time flies...
before could open the door of a shadowy charisma,
a ray of canon coalesced into a flash called alter ego.
Everything redesigned here after
and a new hail embellished a new sky.
The essence of the rain drops
introduced with the new river passed nearby.
I became totally bewildered
may be was missing the passionate silence,
that was whispering a lot without making any noise.
A ambiguous music of love
was drifting on the ocean of my heart.
And finally the fragrance of moderated emotion
propelled me to sink into the depth of the river.
Still the river is flowing
and am too with all its up and downs.
I don't know about those eyes;
either closed or hold the story still alive !
Wish them a happy journey with new sight
to greet the soul and heart without any finest sacrifice.
I inhibit the place where toxins dwell
Both physically n chemically incline
Where contagious is the mind n
Poison can become of wine
Causing skipped beats of a dieing part
Moderated can b the pressure
Depending where on the chart
So many moving parts
To fail is to depart
So I proceed with ease
Stepping upon eggshells within me
Trying to find the lying truth
To which I am blind to see
Unvisionary is the scheme
Spoken of the mouth
Subjected to a selective mind
Broken parts become many
^^^^^^^^^^PIECES^^^^^^^^^^
Under his sacred tree he sat
With tears in his eyes
Tired of fleeing away
Scared of being a part
of this cruelty
Under his sacred tree he sat
Asking god to take him away
To forgive his sins
To spare his soul
Under his sacred tree he sat
Looking around him
with despair
Feeling the darkness in his blood reign
Under his sacred tree he sat
With his eyes closed
Thinking of his life
as a huge mistake
Wondering why god
is permitting this world
to torment his weary heart
Wondering when will his painful tears dry
Wondering when will this vain world cease
Then in front of him
he saw the bright face
That relieved his pain
and moderated his agony
with a tear crawling on his face,
with smile drawn on his face
he died
under his sacred tree
he died …