In the backyard of green lushness...

Submerged in Artic water, she savored inside the flavor of fire.

Quenchless ashes kindling her childish desire.

She soon perished to the sweet hymns of lies n' mysteries

while the world envied her..O vanity! Such a mystifier!!

--G

Walk 'that' walk n' awaken alive!

In trance I lingered!

Gathering long lostness as my skin tingled.

A hideous hazy world it was...

With lips faking smiles unnumbered.

In trance echoed my vitals!

As I burned the bridges before any unfit arrivals.

My soul so scarred sipped wines piquely...

Nestling stabs as they were laurels.

In trance I preserved my sanity!

'cause freedom has its price n' so does slavery.

Pay with pleasure or tears this instant...

Clearly this moment is gonna live till eternity..!

--G

Cradle to grave...

Mooning over the stars that shone...

In the basket snug as a bug;

IT wasn't frightened

of the shadow n' the noise!

Instead...It savored the sweet sad 'joys'.

As HE begun the vigilant walk...

Along the labyrinthine path of life;

He wasn't frightened

of the thorns and the rain!

Instead...He relished the pleasurable 'pain'.

--G

'Cause even colors fade to grey n' stars vanish...

I was once a majestic bird.

With the beauty so beguiling

With my voice very vivacious;

With the color of champagne

n' my feathers flying free.

The sky was my world

n' I could flee far flung...

Till the end of rainbow.

But I stayed so stuck;

I knew not why...

The beauties grow dim.

The voices tone down.

The colors achromatize.

The feathers shake up.

And here I was the 'victim'!

Ere long, I was torn apart...

In pieces. Yet at peace.

They mourned my mortality.

Only she knew...I was a feather now.

Alive! Adorning her dream catcher..!

--G

If our illusional fantasies came true!!!

Unclouded happiness.

Naked beauty.

Romeo love.

N' musical romance.

Perhaps they are all just comforting confusions!

Skins n' bones.

Eyes n' souls.

Perchance self is an illusion too!

So let's bolt the 'self' in a room of mirrors;

n' let the moonbeam reflect n' not shine.

'Cause if you felt the texture of life

o' occupied space in the dust...

The world would laugh at You!!

n' You'll be left smiling at its shallowness.

Then why not pretend n' stay masked..!

The mirrors better be broken.

The sunshine better be faded.

Since, once it becomes brighter; 

the reality will be sour.

Albeit reality maybe an illusion too, sour to bitter.

--G

The meet!

Journeying upriver against the current

manifests the beauty in such resfeber,

only when the ends meet.

'cause hopefully THE moment boasts of impeccability!


--G

Maybe you do exist!!!

Your mesmerizing voice to your favorite number

The way you look before falling into deep slumber

Those unknown fantasies that make you wonder

You don't know, But I'm noticing.

--G

Steal a heart! Anyways, you're gonna die...

Is it a temporary insanity?!

O' does it give a happy-high?!

Do you know the definitions?!

N' the rules we need to abide by??!!

Apparently its not you!

N' maybe its not me either...

Its not even the blithesome aura 

we happen to create together..!

It's beyond all imaginations...

It's about wearing your torn tees;

N' the first sip of your scotch

that instantly puts my brain at ease! 

It's more...It's when 

you devour my handmade mac n' cheeze;

that's been perfectly burnt.

Yes! 'love' is a mystifying disease!!! 

--G

Dark pick..!

Because.

The laughters are..meaningless.

Smiles...just over hyped.

And. Happiness...fictive.

Because.

The universe is...a mighty player.

Life...camouflaged.

And. Maybe. 

We. All of us. Stay convinced.

That. False...is simply true.

--G

She was 'the' kite...

The kite yearned to soar aloft;

torn yet inspired!

Who knew destiny had its own intent?!!

bewitched it stuck on a tree long expired...

The wailing kite veiled fiery passion;

lusting to soar aloft!

But destiny knew it would conquer the world,

so burnt with envy; gentle n' slow...

Howbeit the kite still soared aloft;

till its strings fancied free!

Now destiny savored the grievous sight,

while the kite fluttered, stuck in the lifeless tree...

Soon, the kite withered in ugly shades...

Owing to the falling rains, the vibrancy did fade...

It still soared full of pep, with proud n' prettiness!

Today, destiny envies its tornness n' brokenness.

--G