We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, Disrupted presences
Vying for belongingness
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.
While I slip by
Your jousty curves
And your silver pearls
I will fall in
With your straight eyebrows.
I will give in
To your soft touch.
If you stop me
By your hurtful moan
I will be your wolf
You be my moon.
While I erase
Your older deeds
Give me new sins
To remember you by.
While I condense
This time to you
You give me my
Moments of eternity.
I never entail
What your feet cover
I only wander
In the sense of your hair
It’s shining
Her skin is fair.
If I stole
A look from you
Glance me all day
While I glance you.
Through your night shades
Give me your dusk
Since the morning of love
Till the night of lust.
If I divide
In the line of your curves
And seldom appear
In the curve when you smile
Consider this
It takes a while to live up to you.
I am just a man.
A man without perspective.
I accept or reject nothing
I just see the collective.
Everything is connected.
It’s all relative.
But why should I explain,
Myself to you?
I don’t subscribe
To beliefs or like stuff.
You’ll never know
What I go through.
I have no name, no caste
I’m a godless man
My canvas is vast, and
deep like the oceans.
The definitions, I despise
I am wise, other wise.
I don’t exist in one place,
Neither am I lost on one desire.
Not taking part in any race.
Nor is my thirst,quenching of a fire.
I live as a face of many face.
Feeding a curiosity that’ll never retire.
And I choose all of this
Because I clearly see
The flaws of our language
the way we communicate.
It’s a distortion of meanings
Murder of experiences
Interpretations
misinterpretations.
It is total annihilation
Of something which begins
As a pure thought.
But ends on naught.
It is a task in futility
To teach peace
In a world of violence
I can only spread it.
I choose to remain silent
Live on as the man
Without perspective.
Whispers of Immortality 