One more day.

Railing down these scenes of noticed pain

He goes back to the past of 7yrs where he had nothing to gain

He has turned himself into composite modest clay with low beats

As there aren’t enough to be written on sheets

His vocals have became heavy 

His looks became more dark

Opened down to the first page of holy book

He finds her name depicted by a hook

Mercy had to be its meaning

No where she had no where to give a thing

She must be happy with someone who loved her more

Yet his words turned his feeling bore

Again to those seven years of wait

Where He wants himself to turn as a bait.

End to an End

In pale yellow screaming dusk

He stands out taking puffs 

With building’s standing tall

His soul and heart make a brawl,

Years and years of her morning call

Today she missed out as he had to fall

Welcome to new era of happiness

As everything and everyone turns him to sadness,

Every year morning started with her taunt

As he was not expecting what he had brought,

Give his life some flavours 

Because death came from a group of traders 

Taking heart and leaving soul

His tears test the occupance of the life’s bowl,

Clearly she was the light 

Yet his chase was never too bright

As he grows grief in a dim light

snow is where he shall die right.

Rise of Dead.

Dead was his soul , dreched in flavours of hell

Welcome back to this soulful world ,I suppose

Brought up to be bad and break hearts , 

To those who fool the midest of his wisdom

Gunner at heart and a complete Badass

Remember the name , that burns the fire

I am liberated , I am liberated

Those angels and fellow mates, 

What you left to die , is back again

Death couldn’t reach his heart , standards your less to play

Get a life , he advises 

Only if you had one, to live under a fake one

Don’t come in my way , because I will leave you In whole of the painful bay

I am liberated , I am liberated

Walk.

She walks in beauty, like a night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow’d to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade more, one ray less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens over her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and over that brow

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

 

The Express

After the first powerful plain manifesto

The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships on ocean.
It is now she begins to sin at first quite low
Then loud, and at last with a jazzy madness
The song of her whistle screaming at curves,
Of deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts.
And always light, aerial, underneath
Goes the elate metre of her wheels.
Steaming through metal landscape on her lines
She plunges new eras of wild happiness
Where speed throws up strange shapes, broad curves
And parallels clean like the steel of guns.
At last, further than life or heaven,
Beyond the crest of the world, she reaches night
Where only a low streamline brightness
Of phosphorus on the tossing hills is white.
, like a comet through flame, she moves entranced
Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough
Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.Hence called to mean as Express.

What was gone.

In this majestic myths of unsolved thunder

In depths of himself and calling him a blunder

Life being blunt to ever defined smoke

Drain it to ashes with his life turning dope

To the extremes of being pushed away 

To the thrust of getting back

Never been thankful, Never appreciated

In this Apex of never ending storms 

To cooled heat of fire,

Bright darkness ends up in his mind

To reiterate what’s gone , to welcome what’s coming

The cause of being howling

To moon being lost,

To the chilling​ wave of being punished

To screams of being in trails,

I welcome what was gone 

I welcome what was gone.

Road

Statue stands tall in every season ,

Roads walk down to undefined migrant places , 

Dust waved with wind to never ending journey,

Life full of section it claims to be victimized by a beating heart.

Every shade of blue is turning black.

Every word is full of its stories,

Came too far , left it at the unchained bar.

Minus Chill’s

With the early morning breezes , thinking is all black

With no hope of salvation, with more money to greedy love

Waited all long to the years  of separation , she called off the roads to unholy journey

How are you ! Can I ask 

How dare you , came reply

Unmasked faces with beautified smile

Fighting within , like firing hole 

Wood never questions to be in flames , 

Sky never asks for why !

In this era of long lasting belief , I hear you

From the start

Running around with time ticking 

To live and to die

Black complex mirror gives me a thought

What should I expect as trouble is the only thing I ever bought,

What are you doing to me, get it over 

As it was about being all cheated from he

Just scream in a melody 

I will breath smoke most frankly,

She knew that I will become none

He Lived ike a crimal , having tears with bun.

Heart of lies.

Looking back the utmost painful kind turned to be least faithful and most loyal at the same time. Bet being called as many things he tended to speak less and making him more of a liar by heart , his heart blighted with truth under a dark chest , opaque by everything still brighting.

His follows made it clear when it reached the inside it stops there and making road to death more painful , watch up and walk again commanded by everything that he cared for

Lord created me under a tree of sin ,had to do sin it had to be equal ,now all filed with lies ready to confess everything makes it more replica of world hasn’t been greatful, well more like of it words turn weed making you high where ever you hear them or say them. Both of the cases he tends to prime victim and sufferer.
Forget everything that hurts and walk off as they say, leaving every inch of soul left with every step. Bury yourself where you are meant to be after this journey ends. Making it fruitful for the trials that you don’t deserve. Every judgment will be taken as you being a liar. Maybe you will blame life for everything , and try to run. Indeed there is no running.

There will be the soul you want to wear , every hope will be there, there only will you find body buried with a flower dry in desert for a drop of love. Every look in pictures defined in Greg scale or colored say how much heavy it feels when you don’t have a support left.

Again the same journey with same self. Boring and silent from heart to soul. Praying 

” love defined ,pain taken

Yet smiling but incomplete

Proud and lived

Yet crying but incomplete

I couldn’t see you , nothing sold

Where stop, as gone as smoke

Empty eyes , thirsty roar

Breath calls you , how is you

Seeing is you , why is you

Angel is you , I don’t know is you

Unseenia is you , never told is you

Couldn’t see you , nothing sold for you”