The Voice

I was maimed by an obscure voice

I scrambled off here and there

You picked me up from the filthing ground

I crippled so long in the cavernous vaults of your larynx

So long that you lost your voice

I cannot bear it as i love my savior

I killed myself and gave you your voice

Adieu to the Scriptures

The face of the girl in this photo is so serene that at first look one might think that she must be reading some holy book, but a meticulous eye does not fail to notice the pain behind that serene face. That is the pain which has always been faced by the rational people-people who talk about change. This was the pain which was there on the face of the people we know as philosophers, scientists, artists, prophets. Those were the people who rebelled against the dogma of their age. Those were the people who bid adieu to the formal knowledge by relying upon themselves.
The very serenity on the face of this girl is the result of self reliance. No sage, no religion, no system, no mentor can help us find the ultimate truth. Those who keep on looking towards some external guiding force would never get the truth. This photo teaches us a lesson: lesson of self reliance.

Wounded Eyes

Far from the mounts of Olympus came a cloud
And rained on my brow
I looked at my dazzling reflection in mirror

I search for my wounded ankeles
And then i fathom what has remained an enigma till now
My eyes are wounded in a way that i can’t find my wouned ankles

The cloud from the mounts of Olympus is gone
I'm an Oedipus who lost the will to gouge his eyes out

Crimson Emotions

CRIMSON EMOTIONS

Deep inside the exotic corridors,
Are crimson emotions
In a pale body
Amalgamating adoration with abhorrence

If love were a goddess
Her devotees would be copious
Slew at her claret vaults
Confusing femininity with callousness

Does adoration spring from femininity?
Is abhorrence outcome of callousness?
They are all crimson emotions Differentiation will make no sense