Chapter 3

Realization

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.

The Fragile Cocoon

To be born free or dead alive,

the uncanny mortal won't be free,

from those unwanted parodies,

time won't freeze neither his formalities.

Unrest his feet touch the ground every time he is in the air,

blindly following the instincts of his basic needs,

he develops an unwanted mystical flair,

covering them under his rusted deeds on which he feeds his greed.

Passion driven his desires uncover his calls for success,

throughout the way wanting unlimited access,

access to things he wants to lay his hands on,

were frozen beyond his high rise emotions.

The words were written as deep on the stone,

he was not the king sitting on the throne,

the sooner he could realize the better he could digest the fact,

he was just another of the god's made draft.

Death is not the end of the journey,

neither the life is the complete road,

there is a long highway one has to board,

death is just a tunnel between the life and the highway.

"Paradise built upon the fiery eyes wide dreams,

tend to end numerously in shouts and screams."

---Nishant (18/01/11)