Words not thrown at random

PROTECTION: contraceptive, rubbers…play safe.

An illusion of standing up

A decrement of false alarm
A scare, embellishment, hullabaloo
A bloom of uncertainty
A fire exit crowded and bombarded
A stampede at a sanctum sanctorum

A battalion of selflessness
A chase towards anonymity
A pursuit into the wilderness
A track dug deeper, risking consequences
A loop that beholds truth, shuffles and plays back
Knowledge, wittiness and greed fill the hemisphere

Impulse, momentum and torque
No more a physics lecture
A synonym irreplaceable with metaphors of distrust
A blink that rediscovers immunity
A transmission that creates transgressions
A chastity of vengeance, motivation a new definition
Adversity, catastrophe and literature with hidden meanings
Provide choice, a liberty and a sense of nonsense

A code of conduct that is never met
A rule of goodness that is matted out
A slogan that creates publicity with no action
A cinema of gory, a motion of trouble, an aperture of combat
A photograph of remembrance, an introduction of population
The sterilized manicure with no pedicure
A touché, a sayonara, a namaskar

In the name of the ambassador
To the verdict of criticism
For the writings of blind pens
An ink of protection, a thumb print of agitation
An election of perseverance, an edge of simplification
A word, phrase and a sentence; an idiom, an antonym and morose behavior
Pure trance, pure poorness, pure mixture
Gullibility once reckoned, never changed

Thinking of those innate moments,
A memento of re incarnation
A revision of chapter
A rework on magic
The unholiness of surrogacy that inspires aspires and respires!
A determination that beats talents and dynamites minds…delusion unified!

candle lights are not in proportion to watts

DESPERATION: the status of ejection

An act of poison

A slurp of desire
A thirst to eternity
A revelation of equity
A mindset of pestilence
A journey towards accomplishment
A massacre to the desperation of challenges

Attrition of situation
Helplessness of indecency
Lameness to false humor
Backbite to live the moment
Inebriated labor to feed the folks
Services that promise false currency
Empathy, sympathy and insane arrogance that juveniles diminutive souls
Entity that creates obedience

A fear to speak the truth
A perfect ness that doesn’t seem to justice
A gullibility that takes over the ownership
A little hope that destroys mild possibility
Blackness that apartheids the convincing part
Commitment, protests and struggles that meager homes
Love that becomes inevitable due to suspicion
Couple broken in synergy; admonishing, baptizing, foreplay

The frottage of emotions
The cynosure of snaffling
The enigma of orator
The habitat of freezing dungeon
The shackles of unbreakable torture
The eye of advertisement gimbals
The graduation certificates that involve 10 crucial rounds
The new attire that exhibits crevices unseen

A worship that devotes nothing
A war that crimsons lives
A nation uprising to turmoil
A cabinet of intelligence in drain
A life of white collar job
A retirement with pride
A strength that is broken, embarrassed, humiliated

A year sentenced to confinement
A burglary of mind, etiquettes and discipline
A throttle that never ends and looks surprising
A cliché resume that symbolizes performance
Desperation to be real, live and existing

Not to mention the mediocre brains that changes the face of path…
A carnival of weak that shed tears,
A tear in wounds, an attraction melted in our own hands… be the judge!

Near Far

Distant dreams

By the pier I stood and watch the ship sail away;
By the waves my thoughts drifted
By the breeze my feelings strived to explore
My innocence knew no bounds
Making me rediscovering my ancestors proclamation

When the masts sail, I trembled for the pirates
When the anchor was pulled, I scared for the sharks
When salmon was noticed, I felt excited for gold
When the blue water shadowed, I looked for the albatross
Sea sickness drenched my soul like an angel in a dungeon

Can the creep of the wind be less astounding?
Can the little rumble create a tempest?
Can the purple haze testify the serene blanket?
Can the little umbrella keep me from the testimonies of life?
Can the sudden ceasefire make me a new person?

There is no caress, there is no feeling
There is no strength, there is no valor
There is no bigamy, there is no divorce
There is no possessiveness, there is no cherishing
There is doubt, and it is passive

Society can never consume, but explode
The lanterns run out of oil, recreate forest fire
The water turns green, with peril of penance
The creativity subsidizes, with the erosion of mind
Its dangerous, a threat and a chance to venture

By the streams of ocean, does a river make its journey
By the spectrum of horizon, the zenith plaster
By the jinx of voodoo, the eyes strangle
Darkness and evil never lie nor sleep
They jeopardize, they retreat, they engulf

Can my melted heart be broken?
Can my scented life, blow fresh breath?
Can I respire to a few counts?
Can I step up to be what I am?
Can I get out of the boundaries, and the home principles?

The odyssey has been created, revamped
Self, Conscious, Soul, Mind,
All are at stake, welfare at the cost
Epic stays, future lives

surpassing teenage mind

MIRACLES OF MYSTERY

Was Solomon treasure a fact?
Was goliath a gigantic man?
Was Samson a hair advert?
Was Moses a true believer?
Was intercourse a sin by an adulteress?
Was the mystery of miracle a true possession of vision?

Is blood the red vine?
Is rain the crystal stalk?
Is honey a metaphor?
Was birthday a rebirth?
Was construction a permanent disaster?

Was crying a true disguise?
Was pain a real pleasure?
Was paper a life giver?
Was food a time survival?
Was death a life massacre?
Were you a true nuisance?

Was satisfaction a true bliss?
Was betrayal a right attitude?
Was floor the best ground?
Was nature a book animation?
Were doors an eye opener?
Were legs a broken ligament?

Was message a symptom?
Was disease a taboo?
Was knowledge a creation?
Was mind a delusion?
Was click the right snap?
Was leaf a green chloroplast?
Were sperms the ova saver?

Was time a constant constraint?
Was scent a nasal touch?
Was life a commotion?
Was air an amalgamation?
Was sex an exhaust sleep?
Was masturbation the teen trance?
Was miracle a truth?
Was mystery an answer to all questions?
Did I write it or was it a mystery?
Who knows? As long as you live people live
That’s a human and that’s a soul

pervert innocence

The nostalgia

The urgency in me sprang me
The panorama was etched in my mind
I reckon what I did or used to
Until the subtleness in me subsidized


No matter what I couldn’t
Money couldn’t give me pleasure
It’s that innate feeling which comes in
When two souls combine


And the sweat and thrust
Is what not the task
But the pressure and the plonker
Was as young and cruel


My faint joyous cries
My curly moist arena
My beauty vanity insanity
My arrogance surrogate inanity


Who said Vanity Fair?
As long as Vanity isn’t fair
When things are up and can’t resist
Take a walk and make a lock


The soft tenderness and the mild covetousness
The hard opening and the mild gentleness
The pierce and gasp
Make things much worse
Not until you cry out “Oh my…Faster”


Speech is reduced actions are condemned
The press and touch
The nurture included amalgamation
The vagile twat and senile stat


Make a comeback again for ever
It’s spontaneous it’s ridiculous
Its rendezvous and atrocious
But nevertheless it’s really intuitive chorus


Last but not the least
Let us make it a day
In the latter sense it’s already day
Horizon envelopes and curling mesmerize
And when the alpha and omega create and obeisance
And we call it a thing that never slept but worked.

The undivided morphology!

The skinned grass

Ever since my step mom told me to sap out;

My attribution to it was just a mere promiscuous

But since I was a kid I refrained to think about

Later days I realized that conscience is within and we seek it out

Have we justified that man seeks vengeance

Not for immunity but for the so called construction

Not for money but for the animated luxury

Not for health but for the tanned sit-outs

Reasons are many but have we made it clear

Not to our fore-fathers but for the future generation

The air we breathe and the food we eat should cease to death

Have we assumed with our knee mind entourage

That we are in the same path and it’s all in a game

The euphoria is within and made us slaves to our super-confidence

That yes nothing is impossible by man

And yes he can destroy any in his path

If that has been our moral judgment

Correct again its our foolish anguish against our own mother

Did we diminish the youth centric mind?

Did we say “Save Us?”

Or is it just a formidable encounter

Never have we made thru’

We want peace but we want war too

The war which none can stop

The soldiers are no more martyrs of death

They are the masters of fresh air

We rule We control We master

And if this goes on we are payable

Not merely but with life

Not seldom with acts but with facts

Save Protect and love

Change your attitude

Never again say “We rule We control We master”

But proclaim its my World

I’ll save it

We will save it

Epilogue:

It’s high time we stop our environment from being a blunder. Let’s put a stop to cut down trees. Let’s make Global Warming no concern. Let’s plant more trees. Let’s be friendlier to our nature. We consume its resources now lets make sure that we preserve it too. SAVE NATURE.