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Textual time of phonetic feelings.
Rhythmic rumbling in an
unrecoverable world of meaning.
Gigantic power of microscopic words of thinking.
Quicksand
Game of breaking dream.
Enjoy the bottomless drowning
and foreseeable life ending ………….
Civilization
Like venom this civilization.
We drink it all like a beast,
then moan.
Culture of prostitute
Being materialistic about human wants and needs
somewhat practical in manner.
Being optimistic about reality
somehow suffocates with fear.
Walking through the centuries of burden on shoulder of fortune.
A boom or tycoon
on regular bold beseech
of polygamist dream.
Love of freedom is a radical random controversy.
Promptlessness of a will full desire of supremacy.
Where we stand when we burn down the life worthy.
For an aimless evolution of
sunken prophecy.
Individual’s decree
I see the light coming out of the cave.
That’s been there for how long, we never know.
I see the man standing there.
For what reason, we never know.
That unworldly echo, moving from wall to wall.
How they flow.
Cave of our mind, cave of our destiny.
We flee for our thee.
A constant amalgamation of individuals decree.
Grasp the greasy Gospel
Grasp the greasy Gospel.
Falling memories in a black hole.
Come forth to the loud bawl.
At the edge of drowning collapse.
Growling for the corpus crazy comfort.
Our regular bold beseech.
And endless passion to retreat.
Journey
It was an other world, where we were heading.
It wasn’t our time, which gives us meaning.
When everything become bad arguments.
We pretend, we are in a better world somehow.
We do not know, what we intend.
An unorthodox chaos captures our ways,
then we again get back that moment.
Memories fall behind, as of various kinds.
We try to grab what we can
to prolong our gradual remains.
We end, what we never start,
like a journey to an unknown fate.
A movement of nation
The nation was stopped for a moment to look back.
The nation will keep this memory for long, as they like.
They could not move by the loss rather the victory of common people.
They wont blot out the blood from the place of common people.
Everyone wished to talk about it from the bottom of their heart.
Because precious life of some people worth our thought.
