Talk less and stand quiet
Your lamentation has lost its viability
And when you tried much to touch
I was with your touch
But now its a legend
Nowhere to keep your own soul
Nowhere to fly your extended dream
Now an alone nestler just listen the sound of dripping
A bitter hangover just splashing our feathers
The broken mast some formulated mutants
Trying to catch the serenity….ha……
The bogus doctrine-supplier simply… your brain
Every moment you suck the shackles of eternity
Go beyond all origins of morality and find
A dream-breaker shouts loud to strangle your death
To life again with hostile manifesto which hangs
from the high of negative positivity…..
Tell me again those untold fever you had under the cloak
Tell me those undoubted domination which had their
Main toilet to reach and you with prophetic amnesia
Simultaneously bite your boobs and cried for the cramps
of unknown untasted maternity…..hey, the gypsy guy
Anchor nowhere your destiny dictates to keep silence
And follow the sensation your inself builds………
Wake up the morning greets you again to brood and breed……..
Pranab k c
16/06/2011
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