Black Sheep

It all started
When I was asleep
In the bright days
          of my lonely stays

But soon I was drenched
As the thunder roared
           with loud bangs
But soon I was scared
With pain of the dead
            facing the mad

I realized:
              I could not rhyme like Eminem
I realized:
              I could nor play like Mustain
              Or Sing like Corey
I realized:
              I could not paint like Picaso
              Think like Hawking
              Or be a hero!

Black Sheep:
               Of the world,
                          which turns its back-
               Of the bonds,
                          which stabs the back-

Never will anyone,
               look through
Cause the veil of strength,
               Just another facade
                           to pull through

What I crave
               is not what I need
What I need
               is in the grave

I am Brutus
               Torned between my loyalties
                               To self
                               &
                               To realities

I wish to be Caesar
                 Guided by self
To tame the rebel
                 Into the stable

Maybe its like this for all
                 Torned between lusting pleasures
                                 & rusting needs

Or maybe I am the only damned
Bound to be the only scammed!

Foxy Morons

Its a new beginning-
               Ending the ride;
Opening every doors-
               Closing like tide;

The crook
       at the brook
Croaks
       like the brokes

But not out of pain
But out of stain

We are at war,
For good's evil,
Claiming life like tar,
For tyrant's civil.

We:
stare,bare, with care;
Out of fear, like a liar.
We:
hear,near, who's dear;
But fire everywhere.       

Confessional

Maybe it is time,
            for me to be intentional
About my rhyme-
            Of the deep rational


Maybe I will scheme:
             Against my rational dream,
About to die out lean-
             Tripping into evil streams,
But will not dare so now-
             Because has not done so how
             For almost for long chows!

Conflicting .................

When one has thoughts that conflict each other, it often becomes difficult for him/her to reach points of reasonable self understanding of needs, wants and demands of life. I have pondered quite a lot and as of right now I have no ticket out of this uncertain existence.

Conflicts are usual part of human existence, but when there's a conflict in existence itself it creates quite a turmoil oneself. We are all in search of the reason behind our existence and it helps to fuel through our everyday struggles but when one loses the reasons it can be a very vague existence fueled by lust, hunger and animal instinct which is a very empty life.

Now, it is true many turn to this kind of life, but what do they achieve? ........... NOTHING .............

I might be quite biased but one of the truth behind such an existence is that it is a loop tied by an invisible enemy which we are trying to fight off to lead our life the way we plan it to be...... but almost everyone of us tends to fail.

So where is the true salvation for people of such nature? There is no single answer since everyone one is unique and has unique problems but one thing is certain, the true salvation maybe in searching for salvation itself!

Is it too far fetched? Maybe! Will it be successful? Maybe! Will it change someone? Maybe! But it is always worth a try and I will do so ................ without a doubt! :D

Rejected

Let us all run
                  away
as far as we can
away from the lies
Taught by ties

So much I crave
But I am Just another slave
Bound,
           Tied,
                  Tried,
                           of cries.

I dreamed of castles
But found hassles
Lost in hustles and bustles
                                        of my lowly life

And so here I stand,
                               Shaken,
                                          Broken,
Taken myself off this evil den
Into the lion's mouth
Because now I see no new world
Except the shadows of my broken knife.