Abandoned

Born to happiness

Raised to pride

Every boat sailed to tide

Creators smiled

Watched every mile!

The algae was slimy

The fishes, too horny

They’d hit the boat

Danced with Mr. Toad

Teenage on board!

Spilling water washed the edges

The boat was assured –

There’ll be more sledges

Gap gushed, heart choked

Boat sighed, God is one Bloke!

Storm subsides, boat revives

Finds a way back, every hope alive

Neither grasped a breath

Nor focused on death.

The Homeland was grave

The fishes played naïve

Mr. Toad lied upside

Creators were barely in sight

Was there any word like ‘Demise?’

A decade long tale

None bothers,

None remembers,

An abandoned boat descends

Every second is a deep slumber!

Life starts with the coffee and muffin, passes by cherry and yoghurt, dances along cheddar and wine, but eventually aborts when the night is on. Life is dead that night – Kaida!

Being Evil

Left over spaces

Phases, races, grimaces

Tint of evil

Hint of innocence

Darkness gets brotherhood

Light has empty reality

Dreams dare away there

Fairies dart forever here

Highway awaits, too many spaces

Rocky roads, races over races

Dark verses with light

Who’s gonna take the plight?

Sighs, ahoys!

Petrify, Justify!

Shelter

I am fear, cold and cliché

Mounted on Unicorn, dreams in dismay

Roads are broken, alternative lost

Highways guffawing, wrecked alas

Cacophony of soul tore the wind

Lyric in dilemma, repented string

Words are escaping, nights of irony

Gee, the Dead-end,

Life lives in mutiny

Homeless house, flutters in arrogance

Windows tremble, bare utterance

Silences and solitude, heart with hunger

Give me that word, 

that word you give me

Lonesome I scream

Take away this slumber

Gore

Enough to the core,

Mornings are buttered in gore

The thorns are just acting out on the fence,

Although they were plugged for defense

Wind is just scaring the hell out

Never thought it will spit and doubt

Rains were good, they were in thoughts

The water tricked, as salt barged ​

​Bittering the bond, the wounds aroused

The blacks and blues perch by the life

Elfing the hope, they never leave the house​

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I say, where's kind, bleeding in the swing

Stop pushing, the bonds just sting​