Lover of the wind.

"Feed the lies to the minds,
 Of the prisoner of his faith,

 And one who longs eternal truth,
 Be led to ashes underneath.

 Let ambitious char away,
 In his fire of ignorance,

 For its the lover of free winds,
 Who lone deserves to breathe."

-smita

Unfinished...

Conclusions that were never reached,

Piled words await uptight,

All I miss for all wrong reasons,

Perhaps that’s what makes all so right.

 

Abandoned giggles and silenced laughter,

Insane smothered in a bowl of pride..

We sealed the minds with fundamentals,

Yet all comes pouring on a rainy night.

 

Essentialities of a perfect life,

I hold onto each step I walk,

But as soon as the dusk befalls,

Your lamest jokes the mind embarks.

 

Mindless talks, unfinished stories,

Silent walks and mistimed call,

Did we wrap up all forever,

Before pride devored it once and for all?

 

 

SKIN DEEP

We are our vices,
We, our sins,
The wild blood gushing
Beneath shades of skins.
Anarchic truths
In streamlined lies,
Dissembled grunts
Behind plaintive sighs.
Wild chase trapped
In a maidenly stride,
Disturbing hues conjuring
An illusive daylight.


We are amorous
Fanatic desires,
Secretly jeering
From tempting smiles,
Nails preaching claws and palms preaching paws,
To be what is not,
To be skin deep wise.

-SMITA