Life is filled with millions of
Oozy and Ouch,
But it is kept in the grey paint,
Blitzed and down;
One could clearly see
The dark and the white,
But choose to
Stay on their site;
What are scared of?
Death? Let it drain your energy!
Be a monster of your kingdom,
Conspicuously rumble against the tyranny!
They prominently conspire to sell your soul,
You are not here to play nice;
Forget about the rules what you made,
It’s time to gallop for the sky!
In the illusion of the borrowed life,
I was able to discover
The muttering, the galloping,
My so well-behaved but notorious remedy;
The insistence was to
Become a fool while narrating a story;
Empathetically, I could connect
Learn a few things, nice and easy;
There was no option of hibernation,
You either fall or end up making your own tyranny;
It was a limbo offering a lie at every step
Rendering a magnificent dream or malicious epiphany!
Do you want to know?
Do I want to know the truth or keep making history?