Long stretched oceans...

Long stretched oceans of insipidity were waving towards me
and I, totally fragile, remain restrained, blankly submissive..
with no hint of hint; generously absorbing...
as if so disgruntled, so mortified that it actually lacked randomness
perfectly plane, completely uniform
and that is why no words surge to come out and no emotions urge to burst
I lay undefined amidst the horde of shores
tempting to shed myself within the shadow of darken cores of moon
no consciousness filled, no conscience lived, no entities in motion
still I stand undecayed,loftily erect, uncompromising to down....
This is how my way speaks my identity
entirely bereft of definition or distinctly defined
even if the sun shined into the darkness of my sketch,
you could merely find the nightly depiction of my picture..
Yeah, you are right my shadow dumped me ..
still I don't feel insecure with the lonely company of my self
because I cast nowhere........
I lost or I lacked, it doesn't matters at all
for I was destined to be the way I am
miraculously empty...................

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No, no my dear don't leave me alone..
I can't let you go,
Instead,come and hold me on your arms tight
and that will be the safest of my all nights
Yeah, complete security inside the fortress of my own faith
of my own sleeping consciousness..
where no next can enter and disinter my buried self...
where the chances are zero for the agitation of this intoxication
so please consider my supplication...never let my fear rule me;
I am absolutely harmonized by the songs of your sarcasms
and perfectly entertained by the several forms of your character
My god! how beautifully you crave the lies
I must say you are the greatest of all artists my dear..
the full-on entertainer of this era
and you tell me how could I be detached from you hmm??

Wake me up dear..

Wake me up dear , I long to be free from the shackles of freedom
No, I cant endure anymore the trauma of this dreary syndrome;
the illness that arouses with the nothingness and harshens with the emptiness
revolts with the silence and attacks with the ignorance,
the ignorance that i chose for myself ; the indifference with reality
for it was nothing , nothing more than the illusion
The illicit laws of nature, the cryptic forms of sky
The uncertain shaking of earth ,The disguised color of water
The mystic sensation of wind , Varied portraits of life
All these I found were beyond me and so were nothing to me
The acceptance meant the lost soul so I prefer living the ignorance
for I wanted to be on the safe-site;I fear I'd lose my self
Nonetheless I was deceived ; the deception by the truth, the truth that was veiled inside the reality; the reality I ignored; the truth I escaped and now actually
I am suffering the pangs of emptiness; the purity of liberty is haunting me
That's why I wish to be rescued from the ascendancy of nothingness
Yes,I urge to feel the existence !! I need to cure my illness and pure my thoughts!!

The hollow existence......

Melting slowly and slowly the dusky sky was casting its sobriety on me
the clear hint was lucid ; even I was getting it
the falling soft, pearly mists were making me luminous;
shining with all I had got
thoughts covering me and I was taking its shape
more precisely, I was "I" at the time;
no masquerades of fallacy; the pure me
may be that's why the feet were happy and the pedals were rotating uniformly
the hands were rightly set and hope the direction was
the heart-beat composing the music for my lyric thoughts
blood flowing with the integrity; uncontrolled yet randomless
everything perfect.....lets say,
Suddenly the wheels stationed,the motion displaced
And I was there waiting for the green light to bloom for I detested the rest
The light from the surrounding was falling over my sight ;
the picture, perfect as if I was glancing at the canvasses of the gallery
My lord!! does it exists? or was the artist an inhumane being??
I was all at once filled and deceived; it was the disguised part of me
which I had always cherished and feared....
the thing that belonged to me...entirely to me
the bright, sinful countenance , the striking elegant curves
the straight lining above those watery thoughts;
the thoughts that were resonating with mine
the figure sketched to resemble the insight;
each pigment consecrated with the fluid of truth;
the truth that captivates....I was rescued..
few dregs of confusion were talking to me
Yeah, I was confused whether the rest art was provoking the sense of motion
or the motion provoking the sense of rest
whatever it was, the certainty existed,
the certain melting of this uncertain existence.....
Alas, the art was not feeling me ...I was feeling it
Dammit!! I forgot I wasn't mean to have it;
The realization of its worth robbed me!
At the mean time the embezzler steal the thing meant for me
in front of my eyes ..leaving few cents he thought it actually deserved ...
I was emptied ...the consciousness vaporized .....
I poisoned my entities.....there was no other way left.....
I couldn't let it go and I couldn't let go myself ...
empty-handed with the realization of incompleteness....just so,
All of the sudden I acknowledged the touch..
Ahh ! It was traffic-controller...signaling me my way.........

Why dont I lose my sight??

Each time I make a move ,I acknowledge the moves,
the moves of my entities....
the motion that evokes with the reaction
and I could feel the odor and effervescence.....
though each time different and I could hardly detect the changes,
nevertheless, my fellow consciousness is still alive and functions quite well
that's why I am no more a frog in the well;
I could find my soul each time new........I know its the suffering from the metamorphism
and I don't mind considering it.....
Though new ; though strange ,I don't feel unintroduced to these forms of mine...
the terror lies far away ,,,for me and I don't care for the rest...
I know I am not meant to haunt them,,and if they are, its not the I who is responsible...
anyway, though the purpose is unknown I've got to discover the disguied criminal of this
inhumane crime; the cause of this sinful act,,,
Ya, the sinners are those who are blind but still claim to see the things ....
the betrayers who twist the truth and create the lies, form the deceptive image and cheat the soul
the soul in its compulsion has to believe the evidence ..the evidence forwarded by the sinners that is beyond the reach of proof;
that's why, ya that's why it constantly grows wild, becomes mad losing its temper;
an absolute new form; a new countenance; totally unknown yet innocent....
and I cant help considering it , after all the reasons are vivid to me...
I believe every being has the liberties of certain kind and also its revel is not merely unworthy .
we shall not feel amused for one has the right to detest the sight, ignore the coarse picture..
So, in the trauma of the very punishment, absolutely undeserved, it writhes, it revolts ....
That's why I advocate in favor of this innocent creature which is entirely pure...
Moreover I plea for the guilty to be charged!!

poem-Zero

Why I see the world dramatized ;
twisting turning and changing everytime
I dont know the world is hypnotized or am I
yeah I seek the freedom from the solemnity where the ecstasy rely

Why I see the faith hanging in between the rope of vandalism
Why I see the trust shivering around the naked flame of dogmatism
I cant understand the phenomenon of this confounding theory
Yeah, I seek the reality where the truth shines with its pristine glory

Why I see the respect mounted with the stones of conspiracy
Why I see the praises whispering with the flattery and witticism
I cant digest such capsules adorn with the finest art of policy
Yeah, I seek the criticism standing with all its honesty

Why I see the opulence pampered with the sheeny sheet of depravity
Why I see the success moving the highway of brutality
I cant relax into such limo fueled with the pauperism of dignity
Yeah, I rather prefer my feets accelerating with my own red hot audacity

Why I find my soul rambling in between these motions and emotions
Can anybody decipher my confounding notions??