Life


Life is just a memory, Life is such a history,

Whatever you want from it, life is just a mystery,

Design the faces in arbitrary, blur the spirit in armoury,

We move on abruptly, without expressing solidarity,

Minutes before the sunrise again it shows the reality,

It loops the time in its brutality and leave you with the curiosity,

Everyday is just the mortality, nothing but the pain and agony,

I asked you what do you want from the broken stroke of serenity,

Nothing left in this world, there is none cheerful serendipity,

Listening to the silence, heard no vibe of sanity,

Voices in my head, becoming new sound of virtuality,

Vision through my eyes is not more than a fictional symphony,

Then why do we live, life always tell the same story,

Even though the storms you survived, they entomb you under six feet dark and gloomy,

Broken souls have a different virtue of gravity,

Life doesn’t know this, its stubborn and after materialistic glory,

New endings of a chapter started, with tacit agreement of haunting,

Crowling towards the time, where you waiting impatiently frowning,

Desires and wishes are crowning from the heart a volcano erupting,

Seductive winds blowing , drawing attention towards the rampage slowly,

Prophecy is not over dear, it comes in a thousand waves bursting,

Can’t be over with life either, it shows its charm in here and after whether you close your eyes or loose mind completely!

AM.

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Halloween Night

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Somebody watching you over tonight,

In the Halloween night, in the devil’s sight,

When we get lost in the dreary night,

Trick or Treat remains the only choice,

In many ways the evil will rise,

In many costumes the children mimes,

All night long the street were thrive,

Blood moon, dark night and cryptic hype,

Far away in the cave of haunted tribe,

Black hair, dark eyes, a witch reside,

Watching in the mirror for a lonely child,

To hex him away on her broom that night,

The moon just like the watching eye,

That night was cursed in the bleakly cry,

The demon’s adhere towards whom they like,

But people in the dark faith often demise,

But they have many faces to disguise,

With deceitful eyes and evils bribe,

Seldom breath and murmuring noise,

A pawn being move over tremble night,

Many of you who don’t believe and despite,

To those who astray from that baneful midnight,

Will be mark by the devil’s grim full trait,

and grumble in the agony of withering blight.

AM