Monetary Faith

Forever young and golden the ages we pretend to fall into,
It never ceases to amaze the trickery it presents impromptu,
No religion no caste binds people in a way money binds,
Faith put on top of other forever scrutinizes and make you blind,

In the quest for faith and super-stitched-stitions ,
No pride filled with utmost possessions, attest the show off notions,
Easy to pull off the demoted convictions,
Rising on top of the rested attachments held for too long to become abrasions,

Falling into the hands of the healthy greedy,
put under rest and empty handed are the rightful needy,
Movement on the run forever to the mountains in search for the shelter,
Reason after everything and nothing that’s what been left to cherish,

Painting the walls red, the sun wasn't to bright for the color,
To the night, where the milkyness of the moon had its own flavor,
Breeding out of everyone existing under the false shadows is not easy,
Run by the priests to the people; work undone by all too breezy,

Satisfaction

significant, yet so demeaning, the chord was not so weak,

uncover the cover of the shadow and try to reach to the peak,

funfilled soft candy has to melt everytime,

its all depends how you handle the timings of your selfish crimes,

eye catching, softening things are never sufficient to fill the needs,

man has ever lusted for all, improvises ever on his greeds,

ever looked in that glass called mirror with some magnitude,

find yourself and try to locate your hidden gratitude,

bright light always catch your attention, you fool,

you lose out on the darkness embedded within you, dont borrow the spoon,

lingering your way to the so called success, never rippen,

in this process you lose out yourself and start to frighten,

the movie is running, projecter won't stop running, have you really filled it,

intensify the emotions filled with the deepness lying inside you,

burn out every inch of the flesh youve got,

try to fill out every gap waiting to be furnished and dont stop.

Fools Gold

The inner feelings of a funny man,
running desires of virtual dream land
blindly following the sandstones of that desert
He could feel the orange sky overhead.

While they wondered he could imagine all the fabrics beneath him,
slowly and slowly running down that stream,
blood was so pure he could feel it reach the shore,
Gushing through the last hole of his body through a benign force.

thrived for that last breath of the air, 
freedom was all he could imagine in that air, 
all he could see in the sky was that image, 
blindly following the figure of the unfolded sinner.

Desperately seeking the advice of the deep beneath the unrest,
hide himself from the creepy crawlies in that shady forest.
Met a man who taught him to fight,
and the man joined the forces to ward off his plight

trained with the rest of them to fight,
came out with brave laurels and worthy sights,
got appointed as the leader of the troop,
with this early rise he marched forward for the route.

Shinning down that glory road of the jubilant movement,
we march towards that road to freedom,
follow me soldiers ill lead you to glory,
as the sun shone there was no one to stop them getting victory.

Wonders and surprises that carried there way,
the prizes and the loots they merried away,
were not enough for the sole souls of the dead bearers,
there wasnt a single one who felt his soul lighter,

The captain asked his men is anything left,
they were all so greedy that wanted one more theft,
the tavern they looted was nothing mere than a rotten ,
there find was just some books and leaves which carried a curse.

He lost men for every road they travelled,
it was the work of the curse that made every stone a gravel,
carried the dead soul on his burden,
without food and water every step seemed a hurdle.

Reached the end of the route and found that old man with his flute,
Said the old man with utmost wisdom,
cut loose the greed and the curse would be freed,
blinded by the greedy motivation, he found it a hard inspiration.

With the blow of the air in the flute,
the magical old man, brought back the miserable past of the destitute brute,
realised the effect of the events , the loner , the wanderer,
gave back the loot and set himself free from the greedy truth.