The silence pierces through me
Harder than the sharpest device
I know it's hard to glee
It happens what's meant to be
All what's causing your demise
I can very well see
Hold your own hand and be
The sun, not the vice
For it'll help you flee
No matter your masks, no matter your envious experience at hypocrisy and putting the best foot forward, the torrents of circumstances will eventually scratch and peel your mask, marring your face with the inherent bareness you were born to begin with. Transience Of Opaqueness is an attempt to see forth the beauty of that realm.
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Tuesday, 19 March 2013
Friday, 8 March 2013
Existence
When you close all doors
Even then
You enter another one
Where...
Where light can't find any crevice
Even then
Enter as flames
Turning you into ashes
Uncontrollable
Even by the gods
Dropping far...
Away from the eyelashes of time
Some die for it to happen
Others weep for its happening
Your existence
Was all in vain
Even then
You enter another one
Where...
Where light can't find any crevice
Even then
Enter as flames
Turning you into ashes
Uncontrollable
Even by the gods
Dropping far...
Away from the eyelashes of time
Some die for it to happen
Others weep for its happening
Your existence
Was all in vain
Thursday, 7 March 2013
I want to retreat to my village
I want to retreat to my village
Where dawn and dusk are the moments you cherish
Not a reminder to fret.
I want to retreat to my village
Where the silence speaks to you
Where you get younger every day
Where you don't have to dress up
Where the horizon is always near
Where the buffalo gives you milk no matter how much you clubbed.
I want to retreat to village.
Where dawn and dusk are the moments you cherish
Not a reminder to fret.
I want to retreat to my village
Where the silence speaks to you
Where you get younger every day
Where you don't have to dress up
Where the horizon is always near
Where the buffalo gives you milk no matter how much you clubbed.
I want to retreat to village.
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