Perception

You wither with time,

faces flip.

When you look inside,

the soul slips.

Changes are momentary,

the basics are fixed.

The corroded brain of yours,

insides, all sipped.

A glass of wine,

or a pint of rum,

gushes down smooth.

and you see a world,

not so true.

The world perceived,

is where I belong.

The world perceived

belongs in you.

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Life!!

Gasping for air,

Suffering and suffocating.

Resembles a fish or a bird,

with a slit throat.

An expired Asthalin,

lays beside…

trembling hands reach out

to find the  glass,

and a drop of H2O.

Rising from the Ash

Life a Compliance,

call it an agreement.

Abstaining and refraining from its end.

and Juxtaposing a Clock.

Clock,

exhausted and drained at heart.

Resolute and determined,

at the surface.

Gyrating, twirling and swiveling,

more like a wheel.

Or is it a Phoenix,

that rises from its ash?

Scribbles

Every second subtracts the soul of existence.

Every minute I think of it,

I wonder why it is so..

Why does the cycle skids…

The drift is large.

Sinking deep into me,

the wrecked ship.

It was meant to be wrecked.

the truth persists…

I know not why,

when I look into the sky…

I see u,

I see all,

I see my love,

I see those..who are there,

and I see those who are lost.

Sky… you seem to nod!!!

oh god….

I know that you know..

what I mean to say.

I know you know..

My dismay!!