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.

The usual response

On a lonesome street on a monday morning
An appartment room of a single accommodation
Found a young man of about thirty
Dead, wrapped in sheets of sheer agony.
For the ambiance of the place was such
The shattered crockery at a nearby distance
Walls painted with unambitious designs
Screaming the state of mind of a ‘sane’ meadow.
In no time mourners shall arrive
The mechnical hands of some anonymous dream
Working aimlessly and sexually insane
A mere irony to the young man’s game.
His cause of death is uncertain
But as one might be so logical enough to realise
Overpowering stress and underwhelming satisfaction
Has made many lives accustomed to death.
Do you have a purpose in life?
Yoing boys like you should go all the way out
Running, shinning, dreaming the big picture
But what if the canvas holds shy of my unusual nature.
I am a mere character in His mysteries
A mere unit of the production gone wrong
The world that is the assembly line
Would only but replace the sad life.

Liar

Each liar is hopeless and pathetic until he discovers that truth cannot be hidden for long.
Then he is hopeless, pathetic, and scared.

Truth

Sometimes it’s quiet confusing, the things I do and the consequences I have to bear. Sometimes it’s all contradicting and then as simple as anything at the same time. Which way to go? What road will this be ahead? How do I know answers to such questions? I am a traveller and my journey has just began. Whether I move ahead or give up, is how I’ll see myself in future. Be what you and say what you do cause maybe you can hide it enough for today but tomorrow, tomorrow someone will let it out and then I fear for the ego in you. A complex lie is always unfolded. Don’t take it personal but it’s time you learn to tell the truth.