Child of a mother

White lily bestows upon the glory,
Of it being surreal and pure,
Like the surface of the sun,
Untouched by no one,
Other than the morning rays,
That penetrates and evolves,
From its skin of white and gold,
A story needs to be told,
By each and every one,
As life is a series of unfulfilled dreams,
And a few memories,
That needs to be undone,
Remembering all your loved ones,
As the morning embarks upon the glory,
Of white lily that feels divine,
When the morning dew,
Slides over the surface, with grace,
Chasing all the butterflies,
Drenching their wings awake,
And the shuddering eyes,
Of a new born baby,
Watches in awe,
As the glory of the day,
Unfolds, like a scenery,
That exudes its colours,
Like the smell of love,
Mystifying each and every one,
And the new born baby,
Glares in hope of catching the bubble,
As the sun shows the seven colours,
Shining, divine I see god in their eyes,
As they are still pure,
Untouched by no one,
But the sweet smell of their mother,
And the father watches,
As his lily blooms into a sun,
And the fragrance evaporates,
Yet stays somewhere close to his heart,
He may never see this day again,
But embarks upon the glory,
Of his lily giving him a tight hug,
And the world seems a little better,
From all the hustle and bustle,
In the arms of your loved one,
And all the chaos and calamities,
Just evaporate into the sun,
As every day needs a change,
And the father of a new born baby,
Feels so small in front of the world,
When the lily blooms awake,
And the smile of the mothers face,
Is worth a thousand suns,
Drowning into the seas of the west,
In hope of rising from the front,
The world needs a little love,
To show its true colours,
And all you need is love,
To bloom that lily awake,
Life needs a change,
And all I need is a new day,
All I need is a new life,
In a better way,
I need the touch of a mother,
To shine awake.

I shall be the death of humanity

My words wrapped up in clover,
Leave a scent of ingenuity,
Hands move towards the closet,
Opens up the wardrobe of ideas,
Senseless migraine drenches me,
In a silver spoon of dreams,
And the sun shines in full glory,
People name it as insanity,
Shining of a brain into a dream,
Leaves the marks of sanity,
Far from the reaches of people,
Whose thought process suffocates mine,
And I need a space of my own,
To ponder upon the possibilities,
How destructive my ideas could be,
And the sun shines to its full glory,
Encompassing all the certainties,
And still how uncertain life is,
Ideas need a space of their own,
Thoughts need to be diverted,
Into a downward stream,
Where the flow reaches towards my skin,
Embedded, flowing into my veins,
Like pulses waiting to perceive,
What I want me to be?
Son of a whore,
Who died due to insanity?
Or bottled up into a cramped corner,
Waiting for his time to seize,
Out of all the possibilities,
I choose insanity,
Sane never leaves your names,
Scratched on the walls,
Of this unruly society,
Idea of a genius needs to break free,
And my ideas are wrapped up in clover,
Scent begins to stream down the aisle,
An idea needs a possibility,
And I want to stand alone,
Near the peak of insanity,
Shove myself from the edge of dreams,
Dive into the river of reality,
Realize all my dreams,
Is nothing but a cause of all the pains,
So significant that hard to believe,
And idea needs a man,
And I shall be that man,
I shall not succumb to circumstances,
I shall not be deceived,
Senseless migraine drenches me,
Thirst for the blood quenches me,
I need an idea,
That shall change the face,
Of humanity,
I will make,
Atomic, nuclear,
And all the combined energies,
A pile of dirt left in belonging,
I shall be the sole idea,
I shall be the sole humanity,
I shall be the god of evil,
The god of longevity,
I shall be,
The only one to speak,
I shall be,
The almighty.

Gold and Glitter

And her body smoulders,
Like burning lava,
She extinguishes all the heat,
And my heart perspires,
In hope of burning,
Too close to thee,
Her tresses down her feet,
She glorifies the glory,
Like a soldier losing battle,
Sun shines near the metal,
Your face works like a magnifier,
Heart persists,
And I let my hands burn,
As the sun touches her feet,
She may be the last hope of humanity,
As beauty defines her,
And she defines the god of beauty,
Born from the ashes of the phoenix,
She rose to raise havoc,
In hell and the seven heavens,
All humanity breaks lose,
As she steps on the stone,
And the earth creaks beneath,
She is the symbol of prosperity,
The reason of calamity,
Nature blooms wide awake,
In hope of seeing thee,
In full glory and solitude seeps within,
And the humans line up in thousands,
To get a glimpse of reality,
And the moon and sun come in unison,
With gaping holes,
As she maybe the last hope of humanity,
She strikes a chord of every gentle,
Flutter of the innocent heart,
She is no damsel in distress,
She defines glory,
Like a lightning bolt,
She takes her time to reach,
Solitude and peace set within,
And the stars lose their shining,
To emerge as her lining,
Her eyes glitter with prosperity,
And all humanity breaks lose,
As rage invokes within everybody,
Each wants its peace of glory,
Each wants solitude and prosperity,
And her body smoulders,
Like molten lava,
As beauty defines her,
And she defines the god of beauty,
And all humanity breaks lose,
When the sweet sound,
Of gold and glitter,
Seeps within,
And all hearts turn into stone,
As the hunger for blood,
Flows through your veins,
Embedded in your skin,
Like a tattoo,
Waiting for a possibility,
To outshine the scars within,
And all humanity breaks lose,
When gold and silver,
Becomes a part of thee.

There lies a city

There lies a city,
In my heart,
Waiting to believe,
That dreams and tragedies,
Are the outcomes of prosperity,
What goes up must come down,
Gravity finds a way,
To bring you down,
On your knees,
You are no less than a human,
Lying awake on your death bed,
Waiting for your time to breach,
Reach to you,
Hold your hands,
Divine intervention seeps within,
God has been by your side,
All your life,
You have been a good man,
All your life,
And people will remember you eventually,
Not for your dirty deeds,
But the final hour,
Before the pendulum of time,
Struck a chord of senses,
And all the murders seem to fake,
As you lie awake,
It’s a dream theatre effect,
And there lies a possibility,
That you might reach the doors,
Of heaven and they won’t pry awake,
As the weight of your deeds,
Weakens in front of the almighty,
Who you believe, has been by your side,
He has been by everyone’s side,
Then why do the interiors of hell,
Are still empty beneath,
As all the deeds and evils,
Are practiced on this holy earth,
Shall perish where your belongings is,
And there lies a city,
In my heart,
With flashes of dreams and tragedies,
Erupting from each and every stream,
Waiting for the virgin,
To die awake in the corridors of evil,
Where darkens prevails,
But hails within the almighty,
Two faces of the same coin,
Never glitter in shame,
As the ray of the sun,
Strikes in between exaggerates,
And the evil within penetrates,
There lies a city,
In my heart,
And it’s dying from within.

Ma'am

She likes the walk,
Weak on the knees,
I beg your pardon ma’am,
But you define sensuality,
The way you work your charm,
I hate to be pleased,
A smile overcomes me,
I try not to stress it,
But the feeling suppresses,
All my belongings,
Longing, day and night,
I feel the need sometimes,
To be ceased,
From both the shoulders,
Circumference of my crease,
Let me clarify for you ma’am,
You are like a sexual beast,
Pouncing, pounding on me,
And the breathe fails to stay,
Where it ought to be,
You my mistress,
Need to be wrapped and forgotten,
Or else I shall forget me,
Insomnia over comes me,
And all the other calamities,
Earthquake tends to seize,
But the earth itself shatters beneath,
I need a to take a stand,
Before you destroy everything,
In your reach,
I need to tell you ma’am,
That you may some day,
Be the cause of apocalypse,
As the world feels inferior,
When compared to thee,
And my mind feels empty,
Swarmed by thoughts,
And the ideas feel like quicksand,
Waiting to engulf me,
As you is every man’s dream,
And I would need two lives,
To encompass the whole of you,
And the whole of me,
Into a single state of tranquility,
And I would have to become a preacher,
To teach myself,
What love actually is,
As the word sounds so sane,
When insanity overcomes me,
As a world without you,
Would be maddening to live in,
I would leave all my belongings,
And become a saint in search of peace,
Rather be called as a person,
Who spreads love,
Rather than being the loser,
Who roams the lonely streets,
In search of love eventually,
So let me be straight forward ma’am,
And clarify all my needs,
As the three basic necessities of my life,
Love, you and me,
Shall not be complete,
Without you becoming the last piece,
Of the puzzle,
Tranquility overcomes me.