It is summer and it is perfect time to explore beaches But these beaches have gone out of reaches Cannot even saviour the grilled fishes Can lurk only in our own personal niches Near, far lost in transition listening to empty speeches Stuck in isolation, watching crap while drinking bleaches
Born a sinner to condone everything so holy Though with every new sin nothing seems gloomy In the end, am I nothing but the lustful instrument To decimate everything that is sacred and permanent? Can I be reborn again as a saint to bring back His glory Or will the infernal manifestation last forever inContinue reading “Sins of the Holy”
Spitting words like venom To numb the emptiness Cradled in the sodom Everything is a frigging mess Sanity I cannot fathom When dying is just a guess
Winds blow So slow Gale rushes Heaven rushes Everybody dies Nobody cries
In a garden of roses Where do the thorns fall Are they the unwritten stories Who are lost without their call Is everything a collection of melancholies That keeps repeating in the Grand Hall?