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!”
From the top of the hill
When I screamed,
I heard the echoes
Of my own voice stream.
I looked around,
Tried to capture more sound,
In considerable amount of time,
I realized that it vanished out
I was confused,
Where it all gone,
Mystery painted a new venture for me
But I stood there fully stoned.
I accumulated more sound inside me
And once again voiced out in musical strike,
Suddenly, demon darkness covered the world
And I was in the flash golden concentrated light.
In a few seconds,
Very low siren sound has reflected back on me,
It kept on increasing, higher and higher,
My whole body was trembling in this high intensity.
I folded my ears in between of knees, teary eyes,
Extreme pain was almost killing me though,
Still I managed to cry out, ‘Help me’,
Eventually, siren stopped, daylight was on now
And I felt new, fresh but the same world, oh sure!
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?
Struggle to Survive!
Precious moment of my failure raga,
I reckoned to emphasize on my artistry.
They came in bunches and battled with me,
I decided to never break down in my territory.
The time was very difficult
But I had to face my fear bravely.
In a moment, the frustration lingered into my brain,
I was puzzled whether to fight or stop anonymously
Lots of people around were walking, talking,
All this noise annoyed me continuously.
I covered my both ears and shouted all over the world,
Ran like hell and laughed till my tears came out rapidly.
I looked everywhere for help,
Found nothing but defeated bunch of losers.
Suddenly, one gorgeous girl with blood stained face,
Extremely tired, smiled at me and went back to fight, pleaser!
I was exhausted, feeling sleepy,
So, pushed my body down and closed my eyes, me dreamer!
And I saw phenomenal lightening coming from white leaf tree,
One loud voice intruded into my eardrum, ‘oh fight you waster!’
I opened my eyes, enlightened,
I saw the same girl, struggling but looking at me.
I smiled at her and lifted my determined sword,
Hoped in again to the battlefield and kept myself free!