Reasons to believe

Come a little closer and dream of oceans,
And I will be firm as a rock wasting it all
To your grand plan of whatever it is
That you hide beneath your guts.

Break out from felony of his sickness
For you were a victim and not the master.
His slavery with words of passion is damned,
My love with only a petal is but pure.

Come a little closer and winds will shake
Into a storm, budding out cries.
‘O finally victory to thee’ the winds will sing,
My muse, my beauty is in a million reasons to live.

Come for me Today. Come again tomorrow.
And you will find me in nirvana with the petal
Of your love-of our love.
Come again tomorrow and smile before my grave, with grace.

I have lived an eniterity with you
Yet the search for purpose was always ingnited.
Come to the path of essence, of my fragnance,
The stars will guide you through your purpose.

Not be a slave, not be a myth,
Neither Alexander, nor saints did ever all lived,
Be yourself, be your master.
Mystery is everything with answer- know the answer.

Status: connecting

I little longer than usual for one. Apologies. Work and everything makes the creative bird within you die. Anyways, she’s back. I’m back. More to come. Stay tuned. Follow, if not done already.
Love,
insanets

I am a hundred thousand words
Wrapped inside layers and layers
Of an impatient, undone soul
Waiting to get inside.

Can you tell me where
Years of hard work and mundane
Work pattern leads you?
Or better yet, leads me?

I am in constant fear of
Giving up on almost anything-
So I need to know what I could miss.
Can you tell me what ‘us’ are running towards?

What exactly is as bright as nebula?
Everyone is a suspect of something,
When everyone has tried not to be.
And today, it all ends to hands of inifinity.

Make sure today you wrap yourself
In best of what you’ve got
Because in moments to come
Time will stretch itself into a gigantic cube.

A cube? Yes. A cube of infinite possibilities,
A cube of answers, a cube of reasons.
More like the concept of utopia by Sir Thomas More
Only much more recent, thus more ‘trendy’.

What would you know if everything you knew
Is lost to fragments of truth-
The plain white truth of instinct and consequences.
Is now, the entire literature changed?

You thought of ideas as practical blocks,
I saw them as definite romance.
What are words if not an attempt,
To connect the bridge between us and gone.

Sitting right here in my chair,
In my words of escape from linings of sense,
You have been plotted inside my gigantic cube.
And worry not- I won’t kick you in the butt.

Close and gone

And the world is in rounds and rounds
Of human flesh, driving insanity deep
Within reach of no earthly hand.
And then she stood up on purpose
And walked away as if the times are bad,
Waiting for me across the street,
She left in hurry when I didn’t make it through.
All I knew was what I had lost
When in times I had some errands to hide
And she stood there waiting and still
But her patience gave up within.
Chanting inside words of belief
But I never really came back
And dare did I say,
“My art left me in stills”
She made me sinister to be;
With ashes and wood and fire
On an endless path of lusty desire.

Living a conundrum

I am a human body worth nothing
My life is a mysterious battle
Build on grounds of your feeding
My pride at your footstep.
An ache is felt in certain part
But heart says it all of the sip
Of whiskey and wine and alcohol
Numbness is the divine state of mind.
Who am I to this dream of yours
Would you let me slip in or otherwise
Fuck your sympathy, fuck your wisdom
Am I even the person I was meant to be.
Your world has shattered mine
A sense of disgust rules the remains
Breeding inside are haunts of failure
Your world has corrupted mine.
I was a kid playing with some balls
Some men with armour gave a teddy bear
I was to them like the fools to you
Some men shot my silence dead.
Come to me for I am free
The world breeds many like me
The pain of living is but a lie
Men die! They all die!

Jigsaw Pieces

I watch people and I sigh,
They all wish to be big.
Imagine my friend,
A world full of riches,
Imagine the possibilities,
Of giving each man,
Wealth of equal hand,
Who, then, will work,
And for whom I shall ask,
But why would they care?
They are the riches they dreamt.
Watch them closely,
The puppets are not to think,
The breed gives life,
To compound minds,
And sincere peace,
But must it all come,
Only today, dear child?
Then what would the master,
Teach with gratitude,
And what would the life,
In it’s nutshell behold?
I have a place for each knight,
For a knight is no king,
And a king is no God,
And God, is not in this era.
I have a piece of the pie,
But I can’t have it all,
I must die then,
With attempts of gluttony.
Each piece commands his own way,
And so the road starts to show,
Slowly with ease and faith,
The jigsaw must unfold.

Struggling Love

Let me love the birds from within chaos,
And let nature respond good to my laugh,
The miracle of birth, the gloom of death,
Keep nothing away from the sons of hope.
Let us fly accross the stars wearing nothing,
A naked armour of tranquality in space,
Away from the human era of want and greed,
Keep nothing away from the sons of dream.
Let us mourn together in sorrow of all,
The battle that we have lost against his singularity,
Let us blame our defeat to chances and destiny,
Keep nothing away from the sons of karma.
Let us take chances and fly away north,
Dream the empire of hopes is undefeated,
Let love make this road a reality,
Keep nothing for me- I am only from humanity.

An Ambiguous Idea

Another day has passed.,
As I lay here restless,
Finding my breath in a room of insanity,
She only left ages ago.
The old people in here say,
“It’s all life and its lessons “,
Wrapped in white attires with an identity of dumbness,
Sure! They must know life only but better.
Who are we to judge or change,
God has made this world a big place,
Everything that happens and that shall happen,
Who are we to ever know it all?
And thus she went out of my reach,
My only hope for that line of sanity broke,
And with silence came alcohol of relief,
And being wasted was the only way out.
Why does it happens I ask deliberately,
Are we here to deal with life and its ever common notion.
Isn’t He, the creator, supposed to protect us,
And if we are to learn only, why shouldn’t we have an obvious stand?

Photograph

I saw a photograph
A sceneric beauty
A man awed
A constant euphoria.
They took it long back
Somewhere in their childhood
Young men grown old
The photograph still a sceneric beauty.
The rush of life is a hassle
Only some save certain treasure
My hands tried to feel
The photograph of my own birth.
I am now but only smooth
My emotion runs on these papers
The photographs of tomorrow
Only makes me laugh a little longer.

An array of emotions

Of all the things happening right now
On this terribly lost and cold earth
It isn’t hard to see the nector of love
Cradled by our fantasies.
At least I see it clear as a memory
The love that I saved for your embraces since long
Wanting to be touched by rays of tenderness
Humility must not come between us.
Can’t you see it my Siara
This love in my deeds that I hope to get
This love in my deeds that I hope you see
Is it that hard to see at all?
Why wouldn’t you come for me
That man in black must be a real surprise
I think not of your lustrous pleasure
I hope he gives it all away anyways.
Why must a man like me suffer
Should you come in this moment
Why must the devil run to his doom
Must I win only today?
My win is nothing suprising
But everything is, was, and will be
Don’t come near me only today
For today you are only a polluted sadist sack of bullshit.