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In the pretentious ball,

lies highly pretentious mankind,

with shades to the inner voice,

who shows in celebration ,

but disappear in pain.

they ain't troubled with hindrance,

but messed up in reflecting ,

multiple personalities to multiple societies.

not all is like all,

not all roses have thorns,

which clarifies,

there to be a union,

holding up the better,

life changes.

a small block of land ,

always remains strong and steady ,

giving  reasons to walk ahead,

hypnotizes and bounds

for the positive

and 

where ,

the road takes you ,

the heart responds to love,

and the mind clearly salutes 

a small block called home .

a small block called life.

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A no need

A NO NEED

I SAY, NO NEED 

WHEN I NEED 

SOMEHOW, 

A THIN LINE OF STRONG EXPECTATION ARISE 

OUT OF LOVE?OUT OF FAITH? OR OUT OF KINDNESS?

AND GET A "NO NEED"

THIS IS NO CAREFREE

THIS IS NO,"DONT BOTHER"

NO IGNORANCE 

OR NO EGO

CAUSE THIS IS, OH PRIORITY!

WHICH WARNS YOU,"STOP TO COUNT ON."

IN THE ROUND WORLD, OF FAKE WORLDLINESS,

WITH EVERY PASSING ROTATION

THERE Revolve THE SHADES OF HUMAN FACE

THIS AINT THE BALL FAULT,

CAUSE, THOSE FACES,

FAILS TO RECOGNIZE,

THE NEED IN, NO NEED.

CALL ME A HYPOCRITE,

TO PERPLEX MINDS AROUND,

DEVASTATE THE YOU 

WHEN THE "IT " FLIES AWAY.

CAUSE, I LET GO,

WHEN I WANNA HOLD ON

CAUSE I SAY ITS TOO LATE,

WHEN ITS NEVER TOO LATE

CAUSE I SAY, NO NEED 

WHEN I NEED.

AND THE PARADOX LIES,

WHEN I EXCLAIM,"

I KNOW, YET FALL IN THE DENIAL,"A FALSE TRUTH."

HAVE TO NEVER SETTLE

I WALK IN A HOPE TO HAVE  TO NEVER SETTLE ,

TO NEVER SETTLE FOR BREATH,

FOR BEAT ,OR FOR BEAST

WITH COURAGE ,PRIDE AND WISDOM I ,

MOVE ON AND ON,

DREAMING TO CLIMB THE MAGICAL CASTLE 

OF AMBITION AND DESIRE,

I RECKON MY STEPS IN HUNGER 

AND NOW,THE TROUBLEMAKER FALLS IN,

THE ACCEPTANCE BAIT BALL 

BE HIS NAME 

PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY HIS GAME 

UNAWARE OF THE DESTRUCTIVE ENGINE,

MY RIGID ILLUSION TO UTOPIAN LAND 

MADE ME STUMBLE ,TRIP AND FALL BACK 

THE RESTLESS UNCONSCIOUS MIND,

BROWSE FOR SHELTER TO SETTLE 

THE CONCEALED REALITY UNDER PREJUDICE 

STILL COVERS

HAVE I HAD NOT SETTLE ,

HAVE I HAD TO NOT CONCEAL . 

KARMA

Karma the master,
Recites aloud, " what goes around comes around "
It holds the sole power,
to make hell in sins,
while heaven to goodness.

It's concepts read in bold,
"who violates the law,
better start to count days alive ."

The karmic philosophy highlights,
Throwball to be the game,
Black and white are the colours,
the choice you throw,
is the choice that comes.

It then explains,
Those who choose revenge for hatred,
Must settle two graves,
One for thyself,
Unlike who choose love to revenge,
Must not settle at all,
Karma neither overlooks faith
nor forgets to take down.

The one who pursues,
Word for word,
Bows down on peace,
While agitated raise arms in justice.

Karma doesn't wait for realization,
It only recites aloud,
"what goes around comes around ."

NIRVANA

Despair, depression, disorder and darkness, 

Falls off you as you step at the portals of the seclusional island.

It withdraws the soul curtain to invite tranquility, 

Makes a  mark, 

Where your hatred and bloodbath cease, 

There you make a solitude, 

Or call it -peace. 

With no sacrifice comes no pleasure, 

For those in misconception, 

Vana is no land for leisure,

It demands attainment of sunyata, 

Which enlightens the emptiness within, 

Via deep concentration, 

Offers complete cessation, 

Of destruction. 

It's nature's paradisal call, 

Santifices souls, 

Pulls them above, 

Above the corrupted horizon, 

To exclaim, "what life is, 

What death signifies, 

And why love is stronger than both. 

Learned then strikes nirvana ,

The seclusional island .

EXPRESSIONLESS POWER

The sole soul, 

the empty street,

to walk alone ,

Is what the sidewalker dreams. 

The drawn cloud, 

Bursts out loud, 

Opens the window, 

Shelters the filter feelings, 

Upon the judgemental crowd. 

The vulnerable reflects fear, 

"O'poor dear", the world exclaims, 

Overpowers the little voice.

Yet the Walker, 

Gives life a pause, 

To ponder on the red and the green, 

Giving hope a signal, 

Concludes to walk an extra mile, 

For those who stand by. 

Finally, the silence breaks,

The emptiness fills up-to the brim, 

Anxious to let out, 

Slowly peeps from the corner, 

And jumps into the worldliness hole. 

Tripping, slipping and dancing, 

The broken silence, 

Clears the inner vaccum with grand feast, 

Making the sole soul strong and together, 

Back again. 

Expressionless turns to reflect colours, 

Holding on to this the Walker ,

Keeps walking ahead, 

Happiness surrounds, until,

"Help help",

the Walker falls ,

into the black hole

No,no worries ,

Cause, All that life signifies,

Is to reflect love even in thunder, 

Is hold your breath and wonder, 

Is the green grass exsists both ways. 

A VOICE

A voice of late twenties ,

Had giggles and cherpies ,

That round face,

With scared eyes 

When I met them from where I arise. 

She could laugh out loud, 

So her sorrows and pain is hidden, 

A voice of a girl

She was in hiding, 

Hiding from a monster, 

Whom she had once loved,

A mother of two ,

Staying away for good, 

Living herein as a helper, 

Smiled all day and night, 

A voice of a young mother

Had you see, 

You would say, "How beautifully she flies"

But not for long, 

One day turns the table ,

Overruled months of happiness 

A voice so low, 

"The scum has come, "said one among the helpers

Poor girl covered in herself, 

She knew this day would come, 

She knew this all along, 

Had this day come so fast? 

He said "I am back from prison "

A voice in mute

The lady of the house restricted the poise

She called for the girl, told her, "distance"

He was clever enough, 

As he saw her coming, he went on his knees 

And begged for an apology, 

The girl took a few steps, not realising, 

Now an arm length was the distance,

She is weeping, 

When he took her hand,

dragged her close, 

Her endeavors to release 

Were all a failure 

The lady of the house held her hand, 

Who is bold and brave, Still couldn't stand the man rushed in a rave, 

Voice needed help 

He was brutal and harsh, 

His hand surrounds her hair, 

He took her faster than you could say sabotage, 

A voice cried 

Without delay, 

Cops were called, 

An advocate was coordinated, 

A hardcore feminist, 

A neighbor felt some chaos, 

Learning absence of menfolk, 

He came in for help

A voice of strength and hope

Cops were here, 

Rather a cop was here, 

Helper narrated the scene, 

He enquired vague questions, 

Lady cried, "go, else she will die "

Cop concluded "ma'am not under our area, 

Report elsewhere "

This insensitive man took oath for protection, 

Here's a salute! 

Is he involved? 

A voice was shut 

Her pain was imagined, 

All lighting was on her that morning, 

That powerless creature 

A voice in pain 

Advocate and the neighbor,

Who had gone in search, 

Came back with a child,

after a while, Said in woe,"

Her children and in-laws refuses to help"

Child cried her characterless, 

How does he even know that? 

Understood, He is blackmailed

A voice with no help 

No evidence ,no case, 

Advocate spoke, 

Lady don't rage wars 

Let her go, 

He vanished her into the air, 

A voice but no law

lady stood astound, 

was helpless, 

Felt insecure, 

Felt guilty, 

Mighty her voice, 

Hears a pedestrian, 

If she is alive 

Otherwise, a hope she Rests in peace

A VOICE HEARD NO MORE

"I WONDER LOVE "

"love is real,

Love has a meaning,

Love never dies",

Shakespeare's teachings had it all

I wonder if time changes the meaning ?,

Cause  love does die at the edge of boredom,

I don't know if love is named in lust 

Cause the heartthrob words torture within

I wonder why,

Love never tells you beforehand,

Infatuations create chaos inside ,

Erupts ambivalent emotions  ,

When asked "do you ?",

Heart responds in anxiety ,

I wonder how,

21st century mistaken love,

You can't fall every minute ,

Because a fact revealed ,

It happens once and stays until forever,

I wonder if,

today we are been modified 

By master souls,

To love every other passionately ,

No matter their response,

I wonder ,

 Is it difficult to demonstrate between,

Romeo -Juliet ,

And friends with benefits 

I wonder what,

Happens in near decades,

If artificial intelligence produces love games,

Just wonder in wonders,

If wonder in love disappears ,

And the legendary turns fantasy 

Leaving it alone to grasp opportunity,

I wonder....

COST OF LIE

Bigger the lie,

Higher the price,

I was very little ,

Mumma warned me against lying ,

She knew ,world to be a manipulator ,

Little did I stood on my words,

Slipped ,tripped, and fell backwards.

Little could I control ,

I knew that I was wrong,

I knew that all along ,

I knew that I knew,

Still I let it flow over me ,

Karma projected ,turned ,threw an arrow 

And said,” cost  of lie”.

LOOK LESS SEE MORE

It is rightly said,

Things claim 10 times more beauty distantly.

Although ,this world is a corrupt island,

Full of monsters ,

Still it looks like a palace ready for a big fat wedding ,

Lightful, colourful and blissful ,

Wanting you and me to put a step in and explore ,

When we do we know ,

Lights to be fire ,colour to be blood and bliss to be mere morose.

No we aren’t fooled ,

No, we aren’t made a story

All it is ,is a fake belief,

Of our hope lying dead alive .