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Bliss of melancholy

Play, play for me,
You live for regrets,
I have no objection but,
You crib for solace.

I am no hope but I am just there,
I live the truth for you just don’t care.
You chose the pain, the eyes in disguise,
I wrote this script, to be precise.

Blame, I take all those,
Cos you’re just so lame, in search of room
To free yourself, you don’t realize
The clutch you hold, in your hands.

Let it sink, yes prune your mind,
This is the truth, be it dry.
Rain, it comes by, cooling
My eyes so dry, drained in those cries.

Pray or you’ll fall prey,
You hunt, or just get hunted.
Chase, away from you,
Those eyes that run, when you look
Into them, they just burn.

Pray for glee, play to be,
Sink the truth, chase the dark.
Blame on me, you’ll be my prey,
You’re set for pain, set for eyes to dry.

I am gloom, I am dark,
I am your truth, the script of dark corner.
You cry for caress, struggle to exist,
You just stay here, to vanish in gist,
I am melancholy, I am the bliss,
You run from me, you’ll never find peace.

Shadow of the Monk

I have been through this lane,
I have seen light.
Shines bright before me,
But casts a shadow behind.

Clear path or clear mind,
What is the clarity that you need to find?
Comprehend your thoughts cos they show you,
That it’s finding self and not the clarity u need.

Premise, you tumbled down the ladder,
It’s either a slippage or a breakage.
You think you did right but,
Careless steps or broken ladder
Unchecked, show you the place behind.

Mistakes you correct, move to the new,
Reach out for the ball cos it won’t come,
You get there alright, but another slip-up you do.
Reach out, get it, get up and move.

Message I told, you did learn,
Only mistakes teach you, cos that’s when you burn.
I thought I showed you path cos I am light,
You went ahead and showed me the dark sight.

Did I give you clarity? Burnt by the premise.
Learnt by the mistakes, you got your right
Conclusions told me the lessons
I gave light and showed the path,
And the dark matter stands beside.

Being mindful got you there,
Light gives clarity to move everywhere,
When I moved ahead, you came before me,
I realized I am no light but dark,
Cos you were the shadow of the monk.

Mortal God

In your closet he stands tall,
Shut in the locker, he breaths the wall
Protecting your sinister self,
He’s called when you need,
A forgiving toy when you make him bleed.

Bulky roses bound to please,
Free comes the thorn unseen
Prick the toy and find your blithe
And push the peril down the stream,
Fool’s bliss, what’s behind is unseen.

Sadist rumbles, kills the jungles,
Wishes jewels but credit fumbles.
Foreseen etiquette of the narcissist man
Balloon up but you’ll fall down,
Fractured will but ego frowns,
But for the kick you still wear crown.

Paint the success on your wall,
You fail to assess before you fall.
He helped you get there,
But you showed him your back.
He smiled and wrote there “free fall”.

He’s pulled out when you want one,
Dumped in closet, when you’re done.
The god was never there, the concept was flawed
More you used it, the more you mocked.

Your deeds get you where you are,
You attitude decides where you will be,
The God is mortal buried in brown,
He was never there but, wrote the rules down.

Primordial Hoax

Mark, Mark is in your name,
Its beauty gives the fame,
Bending with the flame, play the game.

Clean, clean in full regard,
Born to disregard,
The evolution train, with no brain.

Close, close your eyes and see,
The darkness in the sea,
Lucent showed the way, helped you be.
Grow, growing in the need,
Life was just to breed,
Survival in the game filled the greed.

Life was filled with glee,
Greed under skin of thee,
Cross the line and flee,
Don’t bow and disagree,
You evolved when you were set just free.

Hold, hold back in the tree,
The holy mystery,
Leaves not in the creed, became the weed.
High, high up in the sky,
Belief was there to lie,
Creating everything, and then rain.

Clown, clown sits in your brain,
Cloning the holy train,
No twist in the game ends the fame.
Name, name chains you to tree,
Break and set it free,
Leap and change the game, or lay bury.

Permafrost

I know how to flow through,

Leavin world to hold truth,

Fighting the rocks, blame it, pride

I just need to go through.

Rush of blood pumping in to my brain,

I just need crossing to another lane,

Blatant art, moving fast, gone insane,

This is flow, sucking blow, call it rain.

Meaningful super tide, blessing drain,

Rolling down taking back every brain,

Shoot him back, run your track, both in vain,

He will grow, minnow go, there’s  no train.

I come in, press the pin,

I’m your pain.

Make it hard, crown retard,

I’m your slain.

I will take, I’m your bait, you will hate,

You give it or I take it, there’s no way,

Blame on you shame on me, I don’t care,

I just need to drain your soul, leave u bare.

Pull it out, leave the scout, show me fight,

I’ll take it, cos I made it, engulf life,

Flows in you, burns untrue, bleeding fire,

Paint the lure, there no cure, I’m your spite.

I know how to flow through,

Leaving world to hold truth,

I take the blood, I take life,

Permafrost to host truce.

A prophet's doubt

Spelling the power of plexus,

Slithering down the pulse,

Primordial vision that promised evolution,

In remorse, with biting thrust.

Parsimonious expenditure of sense,

Too reverent to oneself,

Littered thoughts pursuing their actions,

Convergence to attitude will bite the dust.

Being ameliorant was the definition,

Culminating in the perfection of balance,

Designed for that destination.

But, craving for the ideal, tilted the stasis.

Vapidity was venomous,

Antidotes seemed to only suppress

Bleak scars do history show,

The breakdowns were violent and changed the course.

Pervasive actions, preached insight.

Look into yourself and clean your eyes.

Dirt’s on the lens, but the blame is on light,

It showed the path but the deviations were bright.

Being leviathan was just relative,

No men understood the illusion outright.

Document called it greed, but some found it pride.

To wish and to guide, no rules to abide,

Unprepared for the tide, threw the ambitions wide.

Preaching was to be just proud of,

And attenuation was never thought of.

Direction was shown to the blind,

Open thoughts, just left to unwind.

Saddle was single but two people were tied,

Neither perfect nor balanced, let the chaos do confide.