HEAL

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).