Deception and the lights…
Oh damn, optimism, the deception goes on and on the shores of harmony….the tides taking a leap into the soul of the innocent. The unheard and unseen fear creeping inside the dreams of the fellow soldiers and the eyes are moist and stoned. if only this night could hide itself from the darkness, I would have gone beyond the vision and the piercing lights from the horizon. The sight fainting and the pant sleeping down. The light, I must call it the sinner. In me and in the white flashes of the memory. The sinner laughs the devil, and the sanity driven mankind bows down to the thorns. Not just the mankind but the perception looking behind the ruins, uncomfortable and quite…. Oh damn, the lights falling from the ruins walking back to the one. To me and to none……

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darkness hiding behind the doom of its own colour...the light, the truth, on the other hand is searching for me....i hide again in myself...the perceptions and the vision are not sane though but its not even insane....
why why why why why why why and thouand why....people to me and me to myself.....this is jus not done!!!

And another sun on the shore of hope is about to set...

as i walk back to the land of optimism, the gatekeepers mocking on the shadow...the shadow that is dull and murky, the embers of the aura and the paralysed soul...yes its supposed to be laughed at..

tarajoo zindagi ka aur khwaab behisaab, kabhi kuch kam, kabhi kuch jyaada...
ek palda zindagi aur ek hissab yaad aata hai...
zindagi ka bhaar abhi jyada hai aur khwaab bas khwaab,
kabhi mukkaddar ki baaten, kabhi roti ko ladta ek pyaadaa...
oons ka sheesha din ko to chmakta hai par raat ki tithuran bhi hai
ek chain ki kothri, ek purana bistar yaado ka, ek jhoota darwaja aur tangi ki khidkiya...
bas khwaab hi to the vanha, aur kuch sannate shararato ke...
phir zindagi ka palda bhaari...ek palda mere that ek sach zindagi ka hai....
naseeb walo ko hoga saath apne aap ka, lekin pareshaan hai, na jane kyo...
taro ki beech hai doori, sannato ke beech bhi khaamoshi,
parchaiiyan saath nahi magar vo agal bagal hai vanha,
kabhi parchaiyaan saath thi, najane ab bas iss kadar andhera kyo....
rookhi bhook, sookhti pyaas, nam neend aur khaali gilaas,
ek khidki hai yanha lekin baahaar kuch bhi nahi,
kuch darwaaje bhi hai lekin sadke ab vo nahi,
kuch bhi nahi jeeneko aur marne bhi nahi deti ek aas...
tarajoo ka khel aur ek main,
hilte paldo ki justojoo, sach ki hansi,
ab bas chup hoon is najare pe,kabhi najare bolte the aur aaj kuch nahi...na waqt na main...

In between truth and perception.

There is no moon in the sky or may be its too early for the shine to come pass the clouds filled with something from the pages of the wild dreams, some illusive lies and from some harsh scars from the reality.
On the other hand, days have been the memoirs of rage and rampage. The haul of the ancient past became the soul of the innocent and the tears are just the left over on the tortured cheeks.
The eternal hide and seek is stretching its arm beyond the doom.
Like before, as in present, will be there tomorrow….
The smile is getting weaker and the fake mask is old, dead but smiling its way near the ashes from the past...