Contrasting Hues


There’s something doggish in every cat…
Something wintery in someone’s summer…
Some eat thin while slaying with all their fat…
Why where’s attempt there’s a fraction of a bummer?
Where’s that sun in every lunar eclipse?
Why are the demons so Godly for the common man?
What, to submit to Higher, do people do with whips?
In every pit of a furnace there’s a door with fan…

How can that beating warm beacon of the lost,

Pierce through some souls with such a chilling frost?

How is it possible to have burning water?
There’s helplessness before every power…
There’s sometimes a lot of money in every quarter…
Unfair is when a man can’t tear down a tower
But a Simian Flu can take down whole humanity?
Fiction contains an entertaining element of insanity…

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Flickering moments


Do you know how tough is it sometimes to evade those eyes?
Ghosts in the crowd of souls- when we become as cold as ice?
In a flooded with light ground, when all is left is a shadow patch
And our souls bled victims to an untimely mismatch
Leaving us funneled down our paths, flowing through that breeze
As blood tries to while hitting the whitened walls en course…

Do you know how strange is breeze when we flow by
Through thick, with our eyes deliberate, so high,
Yet so familiar… Reminding of the past, not so passed away
Voices are in close vicinity, yet nothing’s there to say
There’s something, some aura in the void space between us,
Yet both of us kept on floating away as we freeze…