FOR PEACE .........

THE QUEST My fiendish mind weaves a tale, Anguish of time has prevailed, Earth painted with bloodshed, My eyes gaze dead bodies everywhere, Mutilated by the holocaust, Blinded by the storm of demise, Debris of callousness has infested me, Every puny escape is blocked, My soul, praying for the salvation key, Raking the flesh that I once embraced, Fiasco bullets piercing me constantly, A face so bright, ravishing and holy, Evanescent though, I finally see, Trailing the path, trampling the carcasses, Following the obscure, Would I ever succeed? The apocalypse has blanketed everything now, Look! I don’t even bleed, Lord is great, because my hope still breathes, Am I dead? The thought repeats, Yet the heart of my hopes still beats, Now, making me to flood with glee, I see the face again, And the quest of my salvation proceeds……

THE SILVER LINING.... It was his best of times. The aura had jus transformed, to slip in his favor. Everything he touched became gold and his career figure multiplied, so much so, to chalk out billions of dollars , which kissed his feet, n was everywhere from taking him to deep slumber to giving him a really soothing time in the bathtub, in short, a living exemplar of utter success , was he.. U cannot imagine how life became so beautiful and full of razzmatazz for him, luxury and loyalty, he gained every now n then, and, love!!!!.... How cannot anybody fall in love when he is rich? Women.... a perfect drug, even worse than “the ecstasy" flooded in his life and then, he had a choice to pick one.... she was Lucy.... Lucy and peter Sandler soon got married. Peter could not have been happier, with such haunting n ugly face, he virtually purchased the heartthrob and the priceless inferno of the town ... she was Lucy Peterson.... it is rightly said when u has the money u owe...

PIECE OF TRASH yo ! my feel my piece of trash, it was a marsh land, harsh stand, past dance, on my destiny, wich is waverin on a plastic plank, i was brn outta curse, result of a divorce, my parents nevr gave me a fuk n left me in the road, mud claded me, sewage flooded me, the undergrnd lyf , jus shaded me, i was bullyed throughout my life, since my childhood , i was fuked 4 a loaf of bread to my mouth, tears of mine did roll down bt nly to xtinguish my thirst, my emotions wer killed n obsessions wer crushed, my integrity was chopped n thrwn to lit as drugs, hands of mine wer shackled, head was encaptured, heart was beating n confidence fractured, all the doors wer closed without ny gap, a narrow escape, na ! fuker, thers nt wer i shld ve got, i made a resolution , though blinded by destiny i had a solution, people thrashed me , abused on my face, motherfukers! nw strange gonna shw ya al the aftermaths, slept one day jus to open my ...

There is a bug which is residing inside of me. Immortal and fatal. This malignant bug triggers revulsions which ultimately walk with reality. It acts as a barricade between me and my goal, makes us miles away from each other. The bug becomes a potential threat to me when it gets equipped with the ‘love’ grenade and then, its callousness is beyond any explanation. The aftermath forces me to submerge in the sea of dreams that I usually swim. All my dreams and aspirations, likings and anticipations die with my dying breathe. In my afterlife, I start from the starting line with an instinct to vanquish the cause of my own doom. The cycle repeats and is repeating but with some alterations in its each version. The alterations of alterations by some divine creature is my only hope now otherwise , just like others, I will die and then start to breathe again.

my trepidation this body with its soul, enshrined in a full moon night, embellished , thus glistening , as stars disappered in the abysmal fright, the acarpous sky, illuminated by the malignant light, the milieu , moaning , "someone is coming to sabotage", the air , succumbed of the apocalypse reluctant to come alive, benediction bestowed,altered into venom injected into veins of mine, shackled by the sins committed, blind folded by the film of blood , i tasted !!, tortured by the ghosts of past , bathing in red body fluid,oozing out frm the bruises crafted, these all, stuffed in my turbulent mind, repentence like termites , wilting my soul, past deeds , metamorphosised into poison, awaiting to roll down my throat, death, i aint afraid of it, how it comes ?? placing me in the abyss of sharpened dilemma sticks, they say , future ,worthless to ponder and shadows the sheer lie, seeds of sins and evil , once sown , grow up and harvested before, if not , then surely after you die...