Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!
He was afraid
The pitch was going to be drained
Where time became irrelevant,
Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,
Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant
Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule
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The summer painter wondered all night
Thinking about the winter road,
Discoloring the substantial amount of ride
Just to sleep in the dream store
What to catch, where to hide
Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!
A Man without a Head
In the yellow light of paradise
I walked in for delight
Brink shore in hallucinating land
I waged for new life
I dug up the whole city
Ran through the realm, waste!
Rebooted my dexterity, somehow
But what I found was ‘A man without a head’
Brick by brick I stored everything
Swing by swing I held my breath
But this man couldn’t seem to grow up
Instead, He was demonically wandering on the lane
I wept whole night at the sea
Trying to figure out what went wrong
He tapped on my back in his well suited dress
“Don’t punish yourself, be strong!”
Let me put my goggle on!
I tend to talk with people,
Keep smile with cherishing eyes,
No wonder, they want to know more about me
But I reckon I am empty inside.
So, I freeze the awkward moment and say,
Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.
Still I happen to interact with them,
Involve in friendship-relationship mine,
Suddenly I got a feeling, they would go forever,
Then I would be lonely again and would whine.
So, I fume an illusion and whisper,
Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.
After all this I made friends and love,
Share the story and try to connect with them, oh sigh!
As I told before, eventually, they are gone
And I, a lonesome soul, keep remember them and rhyme.
So, I steal the painful time and shout,
Let me take the goggle and put my eyes behind.
When I think back for a while,
I come to understand my whole life.
It has been in scared, panic, ignorant,
And a frustrated world with phony smile.
So, I break my superstitious pot and utter words
Let me take off the goggle and stop being king of satire.
A Genie in a Bottle
A light musical note of trumpets in the air,
Room was full of silence
With green dim lights on the wall
And Full moon was peeping through darkness.
Paintings were hanging all over, reeling souvenir,
A mewing voice of cat, resentful!
Those curtains were blowing in the breezy wind,
One black diamond was shining at open door, wonderful!
A table was kept in the middle,
Where a glass jar with wooden cap was placed at the center,
One flexible, flying blue body with sadness in his face
was locked inside, oh dear!
He was hitting the bottle wall with his tiny hand,
Poor devil, mourning for his lost power, humming.
Curiously you pulled the cap, freed the blue genie,
Oh look at that, he was full happy and dancing!
He roamed all over the corner
created a magical sparkle clap, cheering!
He came over to you then and asked
Would you like to wish for something?
Extremely Loud, Hear Them Out
If you observe your surroundings closely,
Reign of sound terrorizes your whole body,
No matter where you go,
It will follow you till eternity.
You exclaim your anger,
Unify the periodic extreme emotion,
Just because a pinch of noise
Startles you and detracts your relaxation.
You cover your ears so hard,
Try to run so far and scream like hell,
But nothing gives you peace
And you find this world so small on your scale.
People talk, shout, cry,
whisper, blabber and sometimes sing,
But they forgot to listen
Everybody wants to share something.
In all this noise, extremely loud,
When you start to hear them out,
The world would sense serenity
And You’ll feel the ecstatic presence of musical surround!
Oh Rupert, Get me out of here!
A blood coloured brick wall
Where there were no windows to glance,
It felt like little marijuana mixed in the air
Which kept my mind hallucinating, in state of trance,
Those annoying whispers plugged into my ears,
Oh Rupert, Get me out of here!
The acidic rain just crawled down,
Burning all my charismatic character,
A solid giant mud pie were giving me company,
Grabbing me in to their heartless outlander,
To redeem my story back on the track I shouted
Oh Please Rupert, Get me out of here!
A lightening strikes few miles away with massive sound,
Almost annihilated all of the city,
A turbulent wave of wind started twisting around me,
Spreading fade vision to my eyes, oh Almighty!
Finally I, out of misery, cried out of my nerve
Rupert! Get me out of here…
Get me out of here…
Out of here…
And I opened my eyes,
In this sunny day, no one was around,
My utterly perplexed mind abbreviating emotion,
I started feeling dizzy by ‘silence’ sound,
Suddenly it comes to my head, asking like a favour,
Oh Rupert, put me back there!
Paint The Emotion Black
I don’t want to pry
But will you tell me the reason?
I have no money to buy
But will you sell me the emotion?
I kind of lost the connection
Will you help me to find out why?
My simplicity gives me complexion
Will you teach me how to comply?
Back in the past,
Suddenly, I was kicked from the friendship tree,
I kept on smiling to let them take me back
But they never had time to listen to my plea.
On the tip of musical chanter
My words got out of sync, ah sweet!
They judged the whole scenario dubiously,
Instantaneously started calling me creep.
Eventually, I leapt myself up
And searched for the magic colour,
I painted my reason blue
And mixed my emotion with black dropper.
Now, I, a simple man,
Out of eagerness,
Living a normal life
In the numbness.
Second Chapter Emotion turned Orange click here
