poetry – Page 35 – SIMPLE WORLD

A Standing Doctrine

Man-made science

Full of sand

A Generation of religion,

In the land of burned books

The story of a preacher and a flying eagle

The gospel of decadence

A different religion

‘Indescribable’ and ‘Unexplainable’

A herd without a destination

Laying down for a brutal killing

“Preacher, Preacher” They sang.

Too far into your present
Never back to the past
Count your seeds of harvest
Intact with your bag of motives
Ride with your train of passion
Else, get stuck with an unneeded religion
A night to recollect your thoughts
The music of pain never sounded so smooth
Like the flow of water
Gulp your sins, and
Quench your thirst for misery

Shea like that

Carved to a delicacy beyond perfection
From a place past the Nile
The lasting beauty came
Sumptuous
Longing for a mouth full
Hoping for a hard bite
Bracing for heat
Sweat never dripped so slowly
Tender and tense
Muscles stretch amidst the motion
Forbidden, yet ever so tempting

A Sip

A price of beauty,
Enough to quench my thirst
An end to a circle of pain
Leaving behind a lie of goodbyes
Smiling for all
Yearning for just one
The price of beauty,
Enough to burn my soul
Only a sample
Maybe a twirl or a twist
Always feeling good
Going from the darkness in this world
To where a dying beauty lay
Where wary minds refuse to enter
The blessing of beauty
Enough to forget time

Back to Love

Fall,
Crash till you bruise your soul
Drown,
Plunge to the place you remember
A place you know too well
A place where you found no thread of hate
A time when all was not but lost
Dead to life
You only needed a touch, maybe a kiss
But,
The hour struck
The tale of the lost heart finally found its cure
Bless all that blessed you with love

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Guided by the waves
Tamed by the past
The short season rings louder by the night
The drum never ever ceases to fade
Whistling away till all is but dry
The queen of the night knows it all
Hesitate or persist
The bite will remain
Row and swing
The wave will eventually bring face
Then, who will carry your weight as you float down the gutter of gold and silver?
Serenity, hear me, hear us
As we choose not escape from the raindrops of deceit

A Journey to the End

Brought forth from a dream

A million born

To reality

Where the pocket of the greed ever so swells

Looking for redemption

Not bags of gold

Rewarded with set standards

Peace taken

Green lashed at their faces

For long, too soon

A misnamed tale of romance

Queue up

Till time brings back that first line

Live on, live well

Good Ones

Right there

Much like that

So enticing

Change is not needed

Just flow like always

Slow, slow

Right there

Keep calling

Till you reach me

A place where we can forget

Only till forever shall we remain

So, for now

Just keep it slow

No Agreement

Finally, they all wanted to taste that bad magic
Sprinkled with some western dew
A formula for the envy
Hunger gave birth to a beast
A smoke screen of empty lies
You willingly throw pain at us
Yet, you refuse to answer to your own name