leaping towards freedom

I was traded on a slave market
hands in chain leg shackled
yes my freedom is far from reach
yet i shall leap for it even in this chain
but those who think masters
they can try hold me back
unleashing their lashes of criticism
falling on my back
ripping the flesh off with each blow
you can take my blood and pain
but not my will or freedom
because i shall leap
even when your blood hounds
Gnaw on my bones
And i shall reach where i am meant to be
For our freedom is in our will
but not in these chains ............

Daisies on the funeral

I was trekking through the mountains, the sky was clear and the birds were calmly flying back to their nests, but I was far from my home, and I couldn't realize the weather changing just like that in front of my eyes and in a negligent time I watched my heart falling down from my chest to the slopes, I watched it getting crushed in the fall and I could barely see it because of pain , I didn't know what to do, but I ran behind it as it rolled down while cutting every inch of it by the sharp edges of the rocks waiting for it, It felt like swallowing an apple as a whole , this wasn't an apple of sin that Adam and eve ate, but this was an apple of pain. My throat could feel it as it moved to the chest while tears rolled down from my eyes,

I watched my heart running into a thorny bush, and they didn't go easy on it, as the thousands of thorns pierceded deep into the already wounded one i slowly stop feeling it, for there wasn't an inch that been already hurt, and anymore seems to be none, and i was running behind my rolling Heart and  i did lost my tears too, all was going from me one by one and i was in a lonely numbness of being,
I could just stop running and shout out loud to the world asking why me, but i am far ahead of that point to expect an answer from the universe, the universe never answers it has always acted dumb in this drama, so convincingly acted that now i doubt, is it really dumb or dumb only in this script it has written for me, I shall die here running behind my heart, then i shall attend my own funeral with a bunch of daisy in a black Armani suit, i shall lay it on myself,For i knew that there ain't anybody in this world except me who knew that  I loved daisies.....

Absurd

To laugh and to kill
to smile and to think malice
'there is enough perfidy
to win a war
 but are we at war?
what is that we ought to win
Love and peace?
but to sow hatred and conflict
as to reap peace and love
the absurdity of life never ends.

Ants

we march left right left
unto what all we know
yet taking all that we can
left right left
steadily into the cliff
as if like a Que of ants
following the trail
the first one left for us
and at the top
there are no more trails to follow
but to choose jump or not
And yet there, so reluctant
or afraid to pick for us
For we hope some might
Choose what's good for us
But isn't it funny that
all preferred to jump
And yet you want them to pick?

Twilight

which is better? Dusk or Dawn.
Not night or the day
but I reckon twilight
the obscure vague shades of dark and light
and one is concealed inside the other
As if inside the crowd
your throat throbs to give
those deep exhales
and the weight is gaining inside your chest
For you are afraid to be judged
So you  keep a made up smile
but you know the rain clouds will fill your face
And the night is on the verge
So i reckon thats our twilight
In that mist you could be you
while being someone else for others
For in that partial light and dark
no body cares whats your dark eyes give out
But that fake light smile on your face

the slaughter house

when i lie upside down in this slaughterhouse, does the butcher knows i am alive?  my skin has been peeled off, i can see the pink white and red paints he painted on my body, i started to appreciate the art in the pain he painted on me. No physical pain can confront me , i transcends beyond this body, for the mental pain i have already through suffering the anguish and agony of watching my own going through these art has already made me this, i am just a body now , with no pains with no emotions,the world can think to hurt me, but dare not for they will soon be like this butcher waiting to peel off my flesh till my bones are found, nd yet failing to fill my eyes, while i watch with my wide opened eyes, enjoying each and every strike deep into my body, nd i will feed them , my flesh shall slake their hunger, and my blood shall allay their thirst, but i shall have my final laugh, because i have traded my life for theirs and their life is my pittance..

the mind forest

As i tread into those thickets
I wasn't aware for what
For the entry into those
Vast wilderness of loneliness is
But free of tickets
And i was lost in no time
i watched the bush transforming into woods
and life seems to end here in this darkness
i wasnt afraid of death
but i was afraid, if any shall notice my absence
And here caught nowhere to go
there wasnt much i could do otherwise
than waiting for the imminent end
I could laugh at the irony of finding
my end in a place with no ends
but this is not that day i smile outside
when i cry inside....................