[Photograph taken by Anukriti(Me)...highlights a shadowy blood stained hand(my own) seeking justice in its blurred reality.]
The abyss of my melancholic mind,
Has eyes created to be perpetually blind!
Festered in this is, an inconsolable individual's soul.
That breaks and beholds the blurred vision of a goal!
The abyss of my melancholic mind,Has eyes created to be perpetually blind!
Festered in this is, an inconsolable individual's soul.
That breaks and beholds the blurred vision of a goal!
The body is molested by Desire;raped by Hope...
Its essence is intoxicated by an incurable dope!
And thus,the forces of Repose,Anger,Greed and Sin are...
RAGS of beggary that appear anesthetizing from afar!
We desire Pretense, Artifice, Invention, and Disgusie;
The Tempest proclaims,"all debt is PAID of he that dies!"
PAID imprudently at the showroom of this world...
So that the manikins of pestilence, at our faces are hurled!
They isolate my identity, they deface my face!
And yet am I supposed to belong to this place?
My language is lost, my happiness is entombed as dead!
The colour of my blood is indeed black!It can never be red!
And yet am I supposed to belong to this place?
My language is lost, my happiness is entombed as dead!
The colour of my blood is indeed black!It can never be red!
