Sunday, April 27, 2008

Insipid verse..

In the middle of the night,
The soul awakes,
and it wears a mask of a ghostly animal,
With a group of beasts,
It goes on a lonely highway !!

People with RED eyes,
Always are in talking terms,
The others might just oscillate..

Every moment is best interpreted,
When it is gone !!


Wild sights..

When wild animals become epitome of humanity,
& Children become the synonym of anxiety,
We who are left,
must understand that the end of world is approaching..

In the heaven of stubborn struggle &
insane morality,
I shall get naked one day,
To drive the people of hopeless land -
to the world of psychological order..


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