The loathsome human
Like faithful footsteps he was followed around;
to shadows of ugly rumors they were bound.
Look not at his eyes, pale spiteful glassy ice.
lo! there walked as vile a man ever could be.
Fear the demon prying open his mask of glee;
against his wish; whispers never let him free.
Castaway in the ocean of a million sinners; I
groped for my identity; the evil was not me.
The Innocent ME
Behold O brothers who share
not my blood
I
shan’t lie, only truth concocted with dread.
Mine
fingers scarred of an apparent murder,
woeful
tale of sin and sinister spinning fate.
A
morbid trail that followed took the stage,
i
became a shadow; A Satan’s hunger to sate.
Tortured
souls wailed in a river of crimson,
as
the sun died away, dusk ruled the horizon.
Azure Dream Story
Welcoming a thirsty son into her frail
arms,
mother nature lay broken at sun god’s whip.
Scarce were any silver tears of mine to
shed;
not a drop to wet her soul or my parched
lip.
Empty handed she pined, dry was her womb;
her children cried from depths of their
tomb.
Clouds! a myth spoken only in fables and
tales
liquid! the new gold now sold in pans and
pails.
Gone was the wind
Picture perfect was the autumn evening; except
the lifeless ochre leaves spoiling the good mood.
Walking in a scenic piece of art had me weeping
not at the beauty but the death I couldn’t brood.
Gone were song birds and the romance of breeze,
into oblivion wind rode, alone as its breath ceased.
Among fumes of poison I now lumbered awaiting
strangled destiny; with loaned mirth and life leased.
The survivors of holocaust
Our concrete hearts collide with rusted
metal bars;
in artificial jungles now our clustered
lives galore.
Millions of flora die by the minute, way
too meek;
cornered to bow at desires of man so
insanely sore.
Goal minded, heart blinded but lo!! Never
Stops!!
to conquer the unknown he gallops at morbid
pace.
Generations have passed nothing but ruins
for us;
left behind; we brethren fail to run his
death race.
PS: This is born of a highly delusional mind. This revolves around a
schizophrenic man; he is caught in the murder of a million fauna and leaving
his mother nature wailing because of the sins he committed against her day
after day in the name of industrialization. Scenes of a land devoid of water,
air and greenery invade him.
The first two stanzas speak of his sins and an innocent man as a
single entity. The rest are the despondent scenes that prevail. The last one is
where the survivors speak their heart out.
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