The joy of being human, Living on different worlds, When ours falls and dies; Escaping to temporary illusions, When the reality falls to crumbles; Basking on the fire far away, While the very same fire destroys everything; Fighting over petty things, Things that are forgotten an instant later; Coveting over stupid things, Only to throw … Continue reading Joys of Being Human
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Mediocrity
Small transient moments of joy, Blanketed by the envelopes of sorrow, With contempt on every crevasse, under every stone. Live life as thus, Soldiering ahead, The Grand Delusion; A mist of illusion, Of a life well-lived. Nothing “special”, nothing “unique” Everything “special”, Everything “unique”, The thick flaps of mediocrity overcomes us all, All of us … Continue reading Mediocrity
Senses
Taste, smell, sight, The eternal gifts of the Gods, Touch of the beauty, Sound of the great, All of them: our friends; The lover of human beings. The universe: open to us, A cascade of colours, A burst of the metaphysic, Truisms of the cosmos, The world in its purest sense. But then, the thought … Continue reading Senses
A Titleless Poem #001
I taste reality, The sour phases of existence, The dour lives of people, Bitter and unhappy souls, carrying corpses. Frustration kills me, As I go in and out of tune, The taste was better yesterday, It was sweet the day before, And yet, today it is damning. In and out of lucidity, I understood the … Continue reading A Titleless Poem #001
Friend
The world will laugh at you, The days will swallow you, Hell will spit at you, Society will abandon you. The world will kill you, The people will rip you apart, Hell will torture you, Nights will haunt you. The very air will suffocate you, The earth will murder you, The water will drown you, … Continue reading Friend
Dying Embers
The fire coughs, and dies, The cold wind whistles, The last glow illuminates the horrors, The untamed deadly wild, The unknown beyond. Everyone huddles up, afraid, Darkness surrounds them, Suffocating and killing their minds. The dying embers are unassuming, Are they the tools of light, joy? Or are they the slow anger of the night? Are … Continue reading Dying Embers
Unchanging
It stands tall, unchanging, Never lost, never quite there. The hope of spring, Can never move its heart, The heart of cold stone, Of forgotten dreams. The harsh words of summer, Are nothing to its hard shield, A shield that once shielded, The madness within. Autumn brings the cool death, The façade of warmth kills … Continue reading Unchanging
The Boy Who Dared
The darkness creeps up to the woods, Pure, horrible and sickly fascinating. The beasts whimper and scuffle away, The nocturnals hunt, their red eyes shine. Supernatural evils rule and roam the woods, Their malevolent presence: frightening; killing. Their sickly hair growing off decaying skeletons, They are the Kings of the Woods. But there is a … Continue reading The Boy Who Dared
Flight
The ground flies away, The clouds rush to me, With their rich fragrance, Their infinite presence. I fly through the clouds, Little droplets caressing me, Finally! Free of earthly bonds, I race off to paradise. I rise beyond the clouds. The hills hide the sun, And the horizon turns a red hue. The little stars … Continue reading Flight
Rain Pt. 2
It rains again, Nature reveling in her infinite power, Spewing torrents upon us, Driving the dry air behind. I walk through the rain, Defeated by my last encounter, Runny nose and red eyes the rain gave me, Now I carry an umbrella. The wind howls, Telling me to lose my umbrella, Beckoning me to join … Continue reading Rain Pt. 2