"What are you?"

"What are you?"

The lights fade away,
The curtains close in,
The props are out of place
The smeared paint on their faces,
Some are ugly others not.
The madman dances with his boots on,
The curtains re-open,
The lights reappear,
There is no key to the lock,
As the madman keeps dancing.
Silhouetted women holding their glass,(dont change this to glasses)
We see diamonds and rubies,dimes and roubles,
As the madman counts his nickels,
There is no lock,he lost the key.
The hyenas are laughing,the punks speed by,
When the adman tries to sell the world,
Grey wolves crouched in the jungle.
Three different worlds,
As the young boy struggles with his shoelace,
The yellow bus is on its way,steer clear,
Misplaced notebooks and the edgeless lead.
The pandora's box is here,they que up in line,
Dressed up for the showdown,polished keys,
They reach out to his ear and ask him,
"What are you?"

The silence in solitude

All the years bygone, all the ages walked upon
But still my soul haunts me, doubts me, irks me,
Now as I stand with my head so high
I tremble in guilt, fear my loss dumbfolded
By the allegations which tear through the sins
The sins so which could defy all decree
All these days, as tributes come by make people think
Baptizing the holy act to a devilish and satanic demise
Intimidating thoughts that bring so much of pain
Breaking the shackles of insufferable cruelty and unjust…
All I did get was flowers with questions
Flowers of love and questions of angst…
A dove painted all black, an angel with no wings,
A thirsty wanderer in the midst of the desert,
Craving for a breath not a drop of water,
Alas! Justice is not easy to come by,
Losing after a battle won can bring more pain than a battle lost with shame…
I am doomed to fate, still a knight,
Fighting the solitude, fighting the solitary confinement,
And all now I seek is…
The silence in solitude…

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The dance to death

All the clowns are here,the circus is about to begin,
The fire sets the stage ablaze,
The clown dancing to the celebrations,
The death of humanity,death of righteousness,
In the gathering shadows of avid faces,
Estranged death suffocating amidst the myriad,
No kins to seek,no foes to avenge,
Life fading away to the distant skies each moment,
A quest for life,a vain crippled struggle,
To eventually succumb to its own fate,
One chance to death,one moment to live,
One breath to draw,one reason to survive,
All it needs is brotherhood,
All it needs is some mercy,
To break free from its fate,
To defy even the greatest!
But alas!
The mass is here,the stage is set,
The fire lit and the rituals begun,
The clowns are dancing,
The dance to death.

Good Times

Times are good,things even better,
Thats what i think or am i dumb?
Darkness surrounding me questions burying me,
Its a fake world out there or is it worse?
Pretentions dancing upon you, eluding you from the real,
Aplenty faces,infinite dreams...
Amidst the chaos there is me...
Burdened by thoughts, no dreams to chase,
Am i the one or are they the one?
Fighting for a place in the ship of fools,
Unknown faces seem so known,the known unknown,
Reality so latent,notihng but next to eternity,
The chains of past pulling me,the present pushing me,
Eyes desperately searching the future...
A future that becomes my present,
The present that becomes my my past...
But never does the hope die,invincible and undefeatable,
Striking a chord of familiarity with reality,
Both unknown,giving another chance to survive,
Fight for the cause and live for the future,
One last breath before the good times begin...

Quantified Nothingness...

It’s always been the same, no one else to blame,
Have you ever felt the feeling…
You stand amidst an ocean of mirrors,
Everyone showing you their back save one….
And that’s you….

Have you ever felt the feeling…
You stand confronting a spotless white wall,
The wall infinitely restrained, defining …
How small and inconsequential you are.

Have you ever felt the feeling…
Where you know not what you want for you,
And rest in peace uncomfortably numb,
Knowing the fact life has turned its back,
Can you survive your life….
Knowing there is no one to care and love….
Have you ever felt the feeling…

Have you ever felt the feeling,
People look at you in disgust,
The pleasure of being hated and the kiss of abhorrence,
Excruciating embarrassment oozing out of the excoriated skin,
Yet living life and asking for yet another chance…
A chance to prove yourself….
Shattering the mirrors of shame…
Destroying the walls of inequalities…
Piercing through the forces of sombre relations…
And the glee of falling yet again…
The smell of defeat for the umpteenth time…

But you know you tried, you gave you to life,
Magnanimous in your defeat, you have won,
What you did was, you…
Quantified Nothingness.

Fate Of The Feather

A feather in the desert
The hot breeze kissing it by
The cold rains wailing its pain
The breeze whispering into its ears
Announcing the divine kill
The victory dance of the devil
Losing faith to distress
The unrest inside and the chaotic outside
A dead dog.its blue pupilless eyes
Vultures of eternity eyeing the infinite
Naked children left to the mercy of the sun
The world is round and all ends meet
The immortal burning itself to a mortal
the mortal peacefully immortal
The chase is someday near its end
Destiny beholds the key to glory
The breezing setting the feather ablaze
or the rains washing away its tears...