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…

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The “Speedy System”


The rush is real, the rush is bold.
It doesn’t allow to keep things on hold.
Stepping on that accelerator we fly over
We’re stuck in light feeling as we hover.

Stuck in the present, stuck in the past,
Forget we about the future approaching so fast.
Is it too fast, is it about to blow?
With years our sprints exponentially grow.

Dashing blue burns through the air,
And through our veins it’s only fair,
While stepping down off we take,
Headed into cosmos at Century’s wake.

Trail our so cloudy all the twinkles dissolves,
With high pressure it pushes our moral resolves
Starving as it suffocates in it’s own void eager,
Aimless efforts yield no thing bigger.

The rush, the rush is in our blood,
It keeps us running as a fired up stud.
What is happening, how’s it absolved?
Justification keeps things resolved.

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The Search


Something highly relatable for each of us at one point or the other in our life…

Maybe it is the search for the ultimate purpose or maybe it’s just all about a pizza…

One might never know…
What if whatever you just fail to find…

Is hiding right there in plain sight…

But you’re one clumsy kind of blind…

You just can’t find it in this light???
What if you search for that in place…

That’s just not right, for it to hide…

And it’s damn staring at your face…

Lost, have you sight- eyes open wide???
What if that thing has no disguise…

But you’re searching masquerade…

Still here- seeking, post it’s demise,

Shortsighted, dwelling in crusade???
What if all this effort blown to skies,

Mirage made into​ the fair of Vanity

Is moulding real all those lies

And dripping on our sanity?
What if you’re searching​ for the meaning

Yet can’t find a pivot point- full life- like..

And think of these as words demeaning…

Bedazzled, but still void in thy psych?