If it is just in dreams, the warfare seems fair and scary; yet so much real, filled with the spirit of revolt. Rebels of ages, chase you to churn hope in the loping psyches, they crave for your end and it strengthens the wimpy human within me. When I battle, when I ride a horse, when I carry a sword as the beacon of my pride, when I fight for the unknown, when I kill to save some bonds, when I spill blood on shores, on streets, in fields, and all around. So heroic, so courageous, to find escape in the barren sheets of darkness and get disappeared until the sun put this world on fire again, on the same heating and devouring revolt. A world which is heading towards an orphan void, a void standing naked. Cladding stoutly to save nothingness within the crying hearts. Minds weeping melancholy, shedding guilt from there eyes, packed with the expressions of vagaries and nothing else. There it ends in the state of contentment, the dream ends and the unwanted gets back on with the same shameful time span, mattered to be dependent on some infected, parasitical sunsets and sunrises.
Tang with bang the Orange Shinning Summer Cocktail
Oh! let the emergence dwell, let the bowls be fed, let the awesome swell and ripe, the sagely morrow, is waiting under the dawn’s roof, for a play with withered you, my crescent sight adoring you, from the little peeping window.
Oh! let the drape of dirt down and stand in few ticks of vitality, the crimson of you is my last desire, as am getting ageless vehemently.
The Candles are lit and rain is here, drops of sweat on my temple reverberating your sighs in my ears, head is hammered by the moments bygone, questions hovering over to devour the nonviable heart, tears are waiting to jump off, the gleam of my sight is shifting to night, the pulse and the light are too low before they indulge in darkness, don’t stand far if you come, even is I am asleep, kneel down and let you shade fall, my traces will be awake to greet you,
Pass by once, just once like a shadow, don’t stay, it will be too much to bear.
The blood running in my veins is inherited to be shed today or tomorrow it will realize its legacy every drop will be inked it will merge into its peers it will be free from all the charted manifestations borrowed and brought from the besieged bonds..
Take me away or leave me alone smiles will dissolve in a matter of time the stick cease the door the hush walks me out in lone lands words mumble and die as they touch the emotions the smoke clears the real frame sets and the light shuns my sight the bright light pierce me to pain hundred hammers dancing on my head stomping and swirling stealing my moments of relief go away take away everything if that makes you happy..