I have found nothing No potent spasm of truth’s hue No certainty in depths of visible divinity I have no enlightenment No scar laid barely on slopes of thought No ignition electrifying the libraries of cognition I have discovered no principle No strings of rules hardened in stone No temple where reason stands helpful I have no letter No filament of Hermes to guide my path No key deciphering the chains of reality...
Every moment you’ve spent breathing was a deceit. Every sensation of freedom you felt was a deceit. You are only but a playground of the mind. A faint perception to ensure progress. An illustration of nature, bound to reality. The reality of one’s own truth. No matter your strengths nor weaknesses, you cannot fly. No matter your anguish nor hope, you cannot fly. You’ve flown only but the illusion of flight....
One walks in the swale Of fluorescent dark Amidst Adversities Of peculiar burden and amenity Voyaging the valley of death. In reflection of oneself Glaring deathly through one’s eyes Past clouds of bluffs and masks To the bare frost within. As i walk through the valley of death. I complete my last dance.
You show me the way, but believe would I not. You say you care for me, but for that, I say not. You say you hold me, but when in need you be there not. You say you trust me, but in it, I trust you not. You say you look upon us, but I see you not. You say you sacrifice for us, but it affects us not. Truth is what you say you give, but truth indeed is what you dearly nought....
The system deceased The people deserted to survive is to conquer The tribute of trust Love and honour The horizon stretching till eternity The wonders fading by day and night To ponder the untouchable grace shining…..far. Yet! Touched only by thy fruitful dream. The sacred crimson flows, still Through the break and strike of day. Tis the agony faced so forth Till the bewildered go wild The affluent beware, the riches foreseen...
Since time was tender before man became the ruler Came the carrier of existence From grain to dew Brown to blue The womb of life Evolved till perfection the wonder of all who yonder Admired by all who ponder The harmonic roar of the ocean the bright azure of the frozen The arctic breeze of the eve Yet! Too exquisite to comprehend The mother of all Deliberately disrupted by man...