MASK IDENTITY

The emptiness of man
Cannot be quantified
With the elements of the unseen
They are irregular in shape
Often disguised with horrifying features
Structured in an advanced mind power format
That picks up the smallest minus sounds
Or aroma of the most tempting
And refreshing drink of life
They capture this with their hyperactive tentacles
Consuming…devouring…tearing apart piece after piece
So edifying, they won’t stop at nothing
They are none respecter of anybody
Not race…not religion…not creed
Flying, crawling, vaporizing and disappearing at will
They take great pride in their coded clan
Under the slogan of their unidentified quest of humanity.

THE EARTH IS BURNING

I was all alone
Driven by the thoughts of an isolated mind
Pondering upon the very talked about fact;
Why am I here on earth?
Searching, I saw generations come and then generations go
All still remain the same
What exactly is this life on earth?
Is it when a child is born, where joy fills every where?
Is it as he grows, his family puts hope on him
Is it when he dies, where he brings sadness back to them?
And then sooner or later, his name would have been forgotten
I just couldn’t comprehend that reality
Of what actually is the purpose of existence?

WE STRUGGLE

We struggle to make use of our purpose on earth
To enjoy life to its climax
We toil day and night
Looking for power, wealth and fame
We desire to dominate
And not to be dominated
After acquiring all that we want from life
Our heart still keeps looking for more
I realized then that the pursuit of earthly things
Does overshadow us from seeing the realities of life
Earthly gains, possessions, fame are all transient.
Life is an illusion, a mirage that blinds us all

THE SEARCH FOR THE PURPOSE OF LIFE

I am scared of death
Because I was carnally minded and spiritually blinded
I don’t want to die
Later, I realized
That to ignore the reality of death
Makes me more of a bigger fool
I concurred to the reality of death
As a path from grass to grace
I made an immediate resolution
To live a good life
I let go the pursuit of earthly gain
And I embark on the journey
To eternal life

HOW TO BE PERFECTLY MISERABLE

Think about yourself,
Talk about yourself
Use “I” as much as possible
Mirror yourself continually
In the opinion of others
Listen greedily to what people say about you
Expect to be appreciated
Be suspicious, be jealous and envious
Be sensitive to slights
Never forgive a criticism
Trust nobody but yourself
Insist on consideration and respect
Demand agreement
With your own views of everything
Sulk if people are not grateful
For favours shown to them
Never forget a service
You may have rendered
Be on the look out for a good time for yourself
Shrink your duties
And simply become a selfish bloody bastard.

THE MAKING OF A WRITER

I need to always remember
That this is just a passion
It comes and its goes
The more you bring it out
The more you realize
You haven’t yet started
It is an art form of inspired communication
It involves articulation, pronunciation
And the ability to use words to express yourself
It is usually a combination of brand new styles
Flows and diction alike
You can’t go wrong when it comes to artistic presentations
It is often described as that of a chain process
A link to the next person
Wanting to be like the other
It would certainly pass away one day
Because no body stays hot forever
So if there’s something you really want
Or someone you want to become.
The only person standing in your way is you
Don’t ever think of giving up on life
Be sure to find a way
Because that’s what winners do
As they say, anyone can write
But a great writer can come from anywhere.

WORN-OUT LOAFER

Am drained, so completely drained
So pale, so still as though life itself has no answer for me
I remain in a circle of rings
Rings that make me weaker
And more dizzy by the day
Am silent but alert
But I lack that drive
Which tends to move more than mountains?
How I stay awake not even knowing
Where to begin or how to begin
Surely I must be drained
As though I consume liquor day in day out
It tastes good and then I feel high
But it just keeps drying me up bit by bit
Taking life away from me.