No Justifications

have you ever wondered why you are here in this moment,

all I ask for the credibility of the senses and those lost sonnets,

If you can feel the numb touch of the time,

you can just stand up commit and accept your crime,

sorrounded by the sounds that lead you to this path,

dignified by the rusted lust for the credence and leftover shard,

take your chances and lead on to the land,

bow down and not out run , dont forget to take a stand,

glittery, shimmery , all wonder it to be like that,

no one ever realises it will turn out to be like and out it goes,

cling on and hold till the end, bond is too strong,

just try not to be feable and march on forward singing the victory song,

the glass is full along with the empty bottle,

dont blow up your chance to fill it again with a full throttle,

life has all the potions you crave for, desire for,

it only matter when you aim for the shots you see through .

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)