Not so Divine
Scarcity of alphabets in my secret diary
Makes me ponder where to wander next.
The drifting thoughts of a golden bay
Diligently draws despotic droughts
Of a melancholic miracle within a mirage.
Here, Universe sensually submerges within time
.
In a not so divine world of Godly affairs
I swiftly merge the novel signs
Pecking in my boggled brain to the percolating pages
Unable to smell my bias love crooning inside lost thoughts
A protest comes flying from the existing letters within the hole
Condemning me of partial wisdom, resonating everywhere.
But am I such a fool to be blinded by eerie feelings?
Isn't novelty a necessary change to this malevolent world?
I ponder the nonsensical tunes sitting on an age old arm chair
Softly creaking now and then, rocking me to my mother's lap
Delinquently disturbing my dramatic breaths of highs and lows
Forcing me time and again to trespass into an imaginary world
Where oblivion is flimsy and everything else is real.
And hate and love is bound in consensual lies of symbiosis.
The guardian of this Universe often raises her doubts
To the gentleman plucking the strings of boundless time
"Is mankind subtle or a definite form
Echoing elegant existence or crooning ceaseless chaos?"
Scarcity of alphabets in my secret diary
Makes me ponder where to wander next.
The drifting thoughts of a golden bay
Diligently draws despotic droughts
Of a melancholic miracle within a mirage.
Here, Universe sensually submerges within time
.
In a not so divine world of Godly affairs
I swiftly merge the novel signs
Pecking in my boggled brain to the percolating pages
Unable to smell my bias love crooning inside lost thoughts
A protest comes flying from the existing letters within the hole
Condemning me of partial wisdom, resonating everywhere.
But am I such a fool to be blinded by eerie feelings?
Isn't novelty a necessary change to this malevolent world?
I ponder the nonsensical tunes sitting on an age old arm chair
Softly creaking now and then, rocking me to my mother's lap
Delinquently disturbing my dramatic breaths of highs and lows
Forcing me time and again to trespass into an imaginary world
Where oblivion is flimsy and everything else is real.
And hate and love is bound in consensual lies of symbiosis.
The guardian of this Universe often raises her doubts
To the gentleman plucking the strings of boundless time
"Is mankind subtle or a definite form
Echoing elegant existence or crooning ceaseless chaos?"
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