Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Chapter 3

Bring down the mountain of THE unrealistic dream
The sooner you realize the lesser you scream
Pipeline the burning enigmatic rage within you
Because you are left with nothing except those melting hours.
Past time routines won’t save you from the burdened activities
You have to find loopholes within those transparent fragilities.
Rise up and bring down the mole hill till you reach the end
And try to find the answers before you stop calling him a friend.
Barking dogs and wandering flees will count the freedom
And on that day you will mark an end to your ‘Boredom’.
Last verse, last lines and the beginning of the end
You try to disfigure the passion of those binding chimes.

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