In a group of golds They throw me away like I'm rusting In a cursed place Where silence silenced my voice Where my soul is wondering Why such misery exists I'm just lying on a crater But suddenly floated With those dying stars.
I'd faced hundred Versions of loneliness While slowly getting tired Of wondering where I belong Of wondering if this lost tears Will lead me back home. Thousand of chances has given Millions of places forbidden I'm still rusting, still floating The way home is still forgotten.
Liberation from all concealed accords To fathom depths beyond control Few tend to record it all in words Forming journals behind closed doors, Keeping it untouched by world Trying to follow virtues and be reasonable Cloaking myself with allegories of seasons Poetic head keeps spinning around vehemence Printing blueprints for more metaphors I sense petrichor after raining all emotions Clandestine cataclysm is all assuaged by silence With mellow beam on face painting picture, Felicitous frames freed from fallen frowns I keep lurking to fulfil my desires in this town, Populated by musings with perplexing crowd Feeling temptations from beyond my soul Some days malignancies make me laugh, Keeping me bonded with munificence i love Mostly lost in my own bewildering world, Trying to envisage days that are yet to come For this voyage for clairvoyance seems unreal, Albeit i try to perceive it all in my intuitions Synchronising all my onerous secrets It becomes an inseparable facet within this mind Cautiously ingraining conclusions For it is not a curse to find tranquility in chaos Especially when it is unseen and Unheard Only felt profoundly by this heart Beating in melodies of own perfection
Forgiveness is the fragrance that lilies bestowed to an envious scarlet geranium When you choose to forgive you will blossom to a thousand scented petals of daffodils It's subtle and aromatic in genuine ivory It's the purest scent of peace that resides in the garden of everybody's heart
//Don't be blinded by the true colours of a trefoil flower for it will offer you a pungent flavour of vengeance//
ᴀꜱᴘᴇʀɪᴛʏ: harshness of manner/ something hard to endure ʙʟᴇᴀᴋ: offering little or no hope/unpleasantly cold and damp ᴘɪQᴜᴇ: a sudden outburst of anger/cause to feel resentment or indignation ᴄʀᴇᴀᴋ: a squeaking sound/make a high-pitched, screeching noise