Way I Sound

Way I sound close and near, so calm,

Way world heard and narrated, so loud.

The show want me to say hard, and speak,

Let freedom set trends big and clear.

Not easily composed the time, it went questioning,

Again and again, those limits strained.

Limitless close to fear and dared to hate,

Life went short and high in meanings.

Not was my way nor did I say it should be,

But it flowed and never paused.

I set trends, one after the another,

It was me, all in me, all unclear.

Now I stepped into the world so new,

That millions words won’t enough be.

Straight road I murmur, it will see,

An end, a winner and a reward all clear.

Time To Steal

Yess, I won’t hesitate!

Whatever we are, we are the outcome of our surrounding.
We walk, and talk and behave and interact based on the visual evidences we persist on.

Surely, this tale requires some studious action-reaction chain.

Let me explain..

You know you cannot live in the Harmony for long.
Heavens are not heavens anymore. They have already fulfilled your every wish. You are so brimmed that your showcase isn’t bearing dust at all!

It is very hard to bear, it literally is.
Just that you cannot live without a quest. Or just can’t win a quest without any loss!

Even,in the process of food digestion, stuff gets broken into smaller pieces  in the course of which energy is lost and altogether  gained with the food that is eaten.
What if you just don’t require any food? A so-called technology’s invention.

Anyone?

 

The purpose of a being gets abruptly destroyed. The yearn of a being a totally devoid.

I got to steal now.
Right now.
Right here.

Let’s get into a chaos.
All together.
Like, one on one.
Or one for all.

Let’s hit and get hit back.
A wall isn’t enough to do.
Tease and get teased back,
Be the moron back again.

Or maybe just sit quite? No!
Why shall be so much noisy?
Be the palimpsest.
Be you!

Or the rest  is tomorrow,
Keep relying.
Keep dying.

Its the Time To Steal.

A Time I Had None

Beautiful world it is, living on a beautiful land,

And A beautiful sky spread like a blessing.

Where one may send his words for approval,

I sat there once nodding to those I believed in.

Seems easy to shy away, from world that changes,

At last, change is the law of nature.

Simple it is, as simple it sounds,

There’s just something to live within, a life full of things.

I once had none, just a second behind as I see,

A time where spells were hard to usher.

This be a magical sight, magnificent I believe,

And I just let myself live in it!