It’s Coming!


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It’s Coming

No wonder the sun shines upon my life,

And it was not ordinary;

I stumbled on the rising streak

And it was not timely;

Heads up fellas, it’s coming!

*

Heed the advice of an old tree,

Let the rain makes the decision;

Yet I am supposed to grow up in this heat

And trust on my words setting vision;

Heads up fellas, it’s coming!

*

Exemplary on its core of the curve

Who claims to read the nature of distinguishableness?

Right from the beginning it hid its identity

And here I am expressing indifferences;

Gear up fellas, it came!

*

Vindictive for the unaccountable truth,

Lack of empathy, no prayers are granted,

I, for the love of demon, pulverize those malicious souls

And won’t stop until all are obliterated!

Fellas, it’s a new beginning after doomsday!

Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!


Nightmare Of A Summer Painter
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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

*

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 among the Wolves


A Man among the Wolves

There has been problem with the connection which delayed this post. But ‘Better Late Than Never’

Day 15

A Man among the Wolves

Now anything even with supersonic speed

Won’t ever beat me,

Those blue eyes were right behind the tree

Winking at me,

“Do I have a second for that?”

I asked myself subconsciously;

*

The routine life for the piece of bread

Never elevated my fancies;

Instead I pioneered

The new rooster to wake me;

I happened to be called looser,

Who is running to discover inexplicable breeze;

*

For which path I must continue

The blue eyes seemed to direct me;

The wolves were all around

 Trapping the net beneath;

I wondered why I pulled a gun

Killed the blue eye raccoon to send the message,

That I Am Coming!

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