Perfidy

I've tried hard enough to break off from your stifling cuffs
I've undermined time and again,your unfailing trust
All in the hope of severing all your hopes
Appalled me that you didn't even get it's a hoax

You treated me like you would any body,
Hurt me like you would a cop to a criminal.
Nailed me,but not quite enough,
For I undid all your shackles with my sardonic remarks.

Fine,if you don't mind that I pine.
The person's not you,dream on and on and on,
A circle is what you always get yourself into-
The art of delusion is what you're adept in.
(Dine the fine,mind the fire.)

Holding on is no good,it kills the mood.
Things are not as simplistic as you would think.
They only get worse when you help,
For those you help will yelp and cry for help.
But you refuse to listen,and continue to perpetuate
What is already painful.

My heart shatters into fine pieces.
Shards that pierce deep into the abyss of despair and seizes.
It is all enfettered to your actions,your selfish acts of "me",
Not allowing room for the real me to be.

Surely?

Surely there is something
In the thick of all things
To do justice to your wanderings
So there is no more badgering

Surely there is something
Amongst the preachings
To give you the bridging
So there is no more drifting

Surely there is something
Beyond all your darlings
To render you loving
So there is no more chiding

Surely there is something
Greater than the trivial soothings
That sends you mourning
So there is no more aching

Surely there is something
Comparable to nothing
That sets you thinking
So there is no more inkling

Surely there is,
In all the grand things?

Tales of US

Deep down,in the recesses of the mind,
Lies the vine that is entrenched and entwined.
Seep,seep the waters flow,as though
In a voice that cries low- weep weep it goes.
The corner,flooded and blinded,spells
The TROUBLED and BINDED.
It crawls,it creeps,in the enigma of the night.
It confuses,it dazzles,culminating in the going of the light.

Such are our thoughts,our imagination,our realm of limitation.
They restrict,they bound,they cripple.

Impossible that they should mark our downfall.
Yet they offer such glorious pitfalls.
We fall into their allure,for we are not tall-
We are flesh,we are blood,we are fallible parts.

To err is to blur,the boundaries of the queer.
Know ourselves?We don't! Take to the beer.

No more pathos,no more ethos,gone is the morrow.
Left merely the sorrow.

Experience the surreal, the ethereal and the unreal.
Extend your imagination as you would your indignation.
Eat into the dark,the oppressive stupor
That overwhelms,confronts and confounds
The unbitten lusts and the sensual overtures of passion.

The reality is not undermined by what is already benign.
In the end,what will collapse will still descend;
The outcome is inevitable,and the fate ineluctable.
Thus are the strange and bizarre in the transcension.

Beliefs are but unshakeable attitudes and reflections of one's character.
Subscribe to it or not,it does not determine you any further.
One is innately governed by forces of nature,yet something,something
That resides in the minds of others can surreptitiously encroach upon.

Cry not any flood of pearls- they are too precious to be dropped.
Crave not any food of pearls- they are too exquisite to be swallowed.
It is thus the power,attraction and illimitable dominion and stronghold
The pearl has that ENCHANTS,CAPTIVATES,ENTHRALLS,EXCITES,THRILLS,ELEVATES
the soul in the people.
The PEARL,its pulchritude and its intrinsically pureness, titillates the other, parallels the other, such that it is no longer a fodder.

Mellow sorrow

Profusely my thoughts ran,
The intensity of it swam.
Again and again it plagued my mind,
The thoughts of you ploughing behind.

You're never- no,you're never ever
The one that I would love forever
Yet you're the one who caused me to suffer
At your insidious and loving power

I remember a time when we got together
You said we're like a burnt out crater;
In a summer weather, lodged in a deep blue slumber.
I know now it is all so true,for we no longer bother.

Perhaps,then.Better for you,better for me.
That we do not settle,though there is so much mettle.
A state of preservation, is possibly the best recollection.