There is always a vacuum,
Unwilling to negotiate,
In everyone's life,
At every stage of his journey.

A loss.

Gone

Gone
Everything gone,
Strangely, together.
Thank you.

I am sorry, Luke!

I am sorry, Luke.
There were beautiful ways to make you happy without compromising on your likes...
I just made you realise the same, lately.
I am sorry, Luke.
But, now I know that you'll be happy...
Adipoli.

Listen Females...

Girl,
Come to me when your morality calls a strike.
Woman,
Come to me when your logic rejuvenate.
By the time either of you reaches,
I'd have become a male prostitute,
For I'd have become lifeless.
But still,
I will just love you all;
For I am the embodiment of love,
And a perennial flow.

Cruelty triumphs

Cruelty triumphs,
Victims weep.
Then, they rise up-
Shedding their left over-
"essence".
Everyone reaching him,
From then,
Will turn out to be victims.
And thus, a victor is born.
And thus, a sadist is born.
And the crime chain moves on.

A Man

No wonder, man..!
In spite of all the crimes,
All the sacrifices,
All the allegations,
All the losses,
You managed to reach nowhere...!

No wonder, man...!
Because you fall into the same lineage of those worthy men.
But, man!
You, were you not the renegade?
Were you not the rebel?
Were you not the Sufi?
Were you not the Gypsy?
Were you not the God?
Were you not the Prophet?
Were you not the loyal?
Still, derailed?

You tried, you failed.
You failed for you failed to derail the lineage of your ancestors.
You, man!
You were neither weak nor an autocrat.
You were the son of the most patient man on Earth,
And the grandson of a rebellious embodiment of love.
But you, you lived in a world of stuffed mammals.
You dealt with hypocritical beings,
Who were not even worthy of confronting you,
Even if you go prehistoric,
Even if you go back to your wilderness.

Yes, you failed, once.
You were the Victim.
And still, you are the victim.
Yes, a Victim.

But, listen, Man...!

Like those beings with innate immunity,
Man,
You too inherited a legacy.
Not the legacy of sacrifices alone,
But the legacy of victory attained devoid of a crime.
You are the victor, Man.
Your ancestors were not ignorant either,
They just remained silent while the weeds in their vast fields played between their foot.
Neither you nor your dreams possess the shadow of ignorance.

Thus, man...!
No wonder, you are going to rise up.
For, someone who took away the life out of you, once said,
"You are the best breed, the best amalgamation of best lineages."
You are going to rise up,
For you gained,
No, no...
For you tried hard to gain the strength to forgive your murderer.
You are going to rise up, Man.
You are the victor, Man.
Because you are great, Man.
Man...!
You are still alive.
You are going to rise up, Man...!

A feeble nest

Burn me,
Quench me,
I will envelop thee -
With love,
In my feeble nest,
The beautiful nest.

Burn me.

Man...!

In fact, no one cares...!

Happiness, is hard to attain...!

You are dead, man...!

I seek refuge

You're a woman with mettle and charm and innocence
Lemme be a refugee under thee for a while
I'm a nomad, I know
Still, I need rest
I deserve to rest.

Goddess

The impatience of solitude is a reality, Goddess of Liberation...!

The Addict

He is an addict to everything he loves.

He is the man of extremes...

That's why he is successful.

He is the man of extremes.

Hahahahaa

Addicted
Mechanical
Emotional
Unadulterated
And
A failure...!

Turbulent
Poignant
Patient
And
A failure...!

Love
Diplomacy
Arrogance
Parents
Dead
And
A failure...!

Facebook
Blog
Letters
Outburst
Googled her name...!
And
A failure...!

Grass
Spirit
Tears
Parents
Gratitude
And
A failure...!

Risk
Goddamn Risk
Investment
Self motivated
Aimed
Last minute withdrawals
And
A failure...!

Googled "motivation"
YouTube
Inspired
Bored
For, he himself, a film maker!
And
A failure...!

Mind Games
And a failure...!
Pestering woman
And a failure...!
Love
A failure...!
Words,
Another failure...!

All that he needed were just hugs....!!!
Haahaha.........

Love

Love is the ultimate weapon.

An embodiment of love is awaiting its cremation.

So I fuckin quit..!

"Some people are born with innate immunity",
Dad said once.
A kid, devoid of innate immunity,
Fortunately or unfortunately, was once gifted-
An opportunity,
To meet a woman with a gift-
what dad said.

It was the beginning of a chaos... a beautiful chaos!

Lost. Interrupted..
So I fuckin quit..!

Intertwined souls

Intertwined souls
Separated.
Devoid of notice period...!
Being optimistic for-
A better tomorrow,
But cremating the fire-
Of innocence with fire.
Time is, but, up.
Neither he nor she'd succeed-
In rendering the lost time,
Youth,
Passion,
Innocence.
Life is going to be an abode of regret,
For the souls intertwined.
Sure...!

Long live...!

Long live thou morality, Lady.