Breathing inside our lungs
We attain Nirvana
Chanting but Greed
Success we think
Is what we need
Boiling under our skin
I the feeling- the Need To WIN.
We start to walk
Stroll on the empty grounds
Of Hate, Fantasy – need we talk (about them)
Paniandrum is what will stalk
The perspicacious spirit
Occluded by Pernod
Obviating from the truth
Its no one but You.
Narcotic though it seems
Necromancy will not heal
The nauseatic height
From which we fall
Or is it the nadir
That will turn us to an offal
Obsessed by monologue
We shut us up
To our shadow & everything above
Draining with muted laceration
Myopic we become
Shackled in a dreadful tear
Shrouded in our world
We just don’t hear
The mortifying cry
The mutilating question- WHY??
No answers no thoughts
Just a pervasive clot
We bear on our minds
Of what we think is RIGHT
Till where reaches our hindsight
Veiling all but Reality
We blame our creed of Profanity
GET OUT OF MALAISE
Its sanity that is all at stake
Now is the time we have to face
The maladroit us
Break the facets
Free the soul
Forgo all the steal
NOW IS THE TIME TO HEAL (US).
