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 .

Mindfucked Pleasures

He enters the door, waiting for her flesh to come,

drops the glass and grabs hard to .the core,

unruffles her hair. and lifts her up and close,

unhook the blouse, and baby my body is all yours,

deep, too deep you penetrate the soul of my skin,

everything turns upside and you rock my world,

something starts and something climbs up inside,

pain, no pain, its all gain from these well furnished sins.

stranger in no eyes, you and me, crawled up like a snake,

time for break , lets try something else,

been running over each other on the same grounds,

i love the way you pounce and makes me create new found sounds,

Fire, oomph, nirvana , you reach the ultimate moment breathless,

wish I could pull over every skin of mine over you and give you unfound pleasures,

rubbing against you, the friction, the force, I am drop dead,

catch me please I have no energy left, just do it once more and help me spread

Feedback

Do you often travel that high,

one that you feel when you touch the skies,

where you can touch yourself and you dont feel anything,

from the height, all those known earthly objects turn out to be something

proven true in the open, the feel of gravity,

it automatically turns yourself to the undisclosed brevity,

"please fasten your seat belts" as it may not be safe,

they give you a feeling as if the next thing you will land up in your grave

the wingspans piercing those surreal and heavy clouds,

it feels like the wings are covered with never so ending shroud,

briefly detailed the mystiques of the driver of the bird

he is just another mortal battling in that flock of herds

fast paced, tight laced, slim caged, the journey is short,

there hasn't been much ending without being flawed,

once you cover the wings with the burden of those heavy emotions,

you will end up living your life with nothing but desperate situations...

Professional Lust

From the first drop of the hot shower,

To the last sip of the wine,

She feels the senses in her body,

Chilling, running down the spine.

She runs down the hallway, wraps him in her arms,

They plunge in the darkness of their fire,

The divine kiss, spreads their wings,

Burnt every ounce of energy in the body, they breathe back.

Morning, and she wakes up alone,

Looks up, everywhere, only to find her clothes thrown,

Snorts up her last stuff,

And another day passes, waiting for another one to come.

Sublime Strangeness

Surrounded by friends, fools and sinners,
some call themselves the kings and some winners,
heart of gold and running like a fool,
I wish I could go back to the days when i was in school.

The streets went narrow as we grew,
people gathered their attention as I withdrew,
bars and alleys with those plastics and fakes smiles,
wish I could expose those frowns and their unhealthy styles.

Covered every path I followed with dust and mud,
to hide the sanctity of my thoughts and different uncrazy emotions,
bound myself with the facts of the world and the varied notions,
these were tricks I taught myself to handle this sublime strangeness.

Couldn’t fake or run on with that outer fragile flow,
kept what I had with me and let it glow,
sometimes the stick has to be bent beneath the phony shadow,
my thoughts are wildered and imbibed within my ever moving cradle.

Chapter 5

Cigarettes

I’m lighting another cigarette,

Raising one more of the coming glasses,

I’m not weak, not feeble,

I just belong here, this stable.

Don’t help me stand, if I’m out,

I’ll raise one more toast,

I’ll find my own way out of this,

Through all these days and night.

Search for the tigers and the lions,

They are out of their dens, uncage them,

Free their holy spirits and give them their long lost freedom,

Those things now want to get out of the unwanted boredom.

The day will come sooner or later,

That’ll be the time when I’ll fill that crater

I’m not afraid anymore of falling for you,

It’s just a wicked game that I felt this way.

Time for the righteous to move on,

Break away those lovely yet tangled chains,

There exists no feelings, no emotions, only flesh,

Strange desires but I never dreamed that I’ll fall for you.

Millions are those stars gazing upon me,

I see them and wish that I was free,

The winds never stopped gushing through the leaves,

Neither will the moon change its route.

Sleepless nights, nightmare won’t budge me,

Again, no I don’t want to fall in love,

Dewy leaves, rested cats and chasing dogs,

Past times, present times; I have become a jumping frog.

Yes, it was a battle, not for thee,

I’ll still march on, on and on and keep finding the answers for me,

Gold slick moments will forever roll before my eyes,

Then I’ll turn myself to the ever calling skies.

Estranged desires, pushed me to my limits for ever and ever,

Crave not for the things you lost,

Search for those,

That‘ll make you feel sloshed.

Run mortal, run, you are trapped inside your lusts,

Keep on pushing harder, till you get that thrust,

“Life is a like a pack of cigarettes, they keep blowing you away,

Till you keep them glowing at your lips’ bay.”

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)