A Devil’s Action In My Life

It was a midnight of woe and pain

That life hit his heart in vain

Entitled by so many choices

He’d never taken in the past

A period of knowing rights and lessons

Bounded with the tricky, fakely rules

Written in the minds of everybody

Changed him from known to unknown

His life imagined to take a piece

Of time broken by a mysterious evil

Down in the aisle of that mountain

Where nobody lived, except the shadow

Of an evil’s tale and his duly actions

He left from everybody to seek for him

As he knew that this evil’s side

Had talked to him once before

In an absurd dream- an evil

Caught him, harmed him in a den

Truly mysterious, not a story from fantasies

There was no air, no sunlight, but full of darkness

When he was awake, his body had shivered, sweated

He had seen nobody, he stood up to see him alive

He called out loudly, he looked around

To seek for a clue from his life, a few minutes ago

The evil’s action was a mystery, he accepted

He walked out from the den, though he was upset

He pulled him out from the dream

He woke up, still with so many regrets

That life had given him yet another mystery

Where he acted for a cause to know that unknown

And now he’s counting his footsteps to know that known.

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Anti- Historic Man

“He’s a mystery behind him! Everybody says so; I haven’t ever met him directly, although I also believe in what others believe.”

“I’d a photograph that I’ve taken together with him last year at Marais. I missed it somehow a month before…. He hugged me before he left. That made an uttermost peace in him that still shines since that day…..”

“He is a criminal with a loyal mind! The conspiracies he’s made to kill the rules of society are unbeatable… He’s done everything alone and that’s one of his rules of living in an hypocratic society”

“C’mon! Never keep on asking queries regarding him. He’s a white street-dog who always follows him. Of course, he knows that he’s a supreme power in him that nobody among have. Neither you nor I know it. But he is so special, indeed!”

“You could indubitably feel it while talking to him! I met him once so coincidentally while I was heading back to home after spending my wallet for some weekend’s FUN. He was on his bicycle, singing Gibson’s Only in My Dreams of 80’s. A black dog was also following him. I was a little drunk, too. I suppose, he noted me at a distance itself under the street light’s gleam. He stopped his bicycle right in front of me and asked to sit on the carrier so that he could drop me at my home which is merely 3 kms apart. I tried to depart for not revealing out my sanity; I shouted at him from the kick of what I’d. Eventually, he made me under his control through his singing. He rode the bicycle with my fatty ass on the back. Slowly, I’d given partial attention to him; that short-conversation changed everything. The way he talks… It kept me as an avid listener on the carrier behind him,  professing complete silence to know what he’d been telling… It changed me; it changed my life; I’m more happy than what I was. He is the man: miracle man with those mysterical attitude.”

“Don’t worry! You’re not gonna find him from anywhere out here soon. He’s insane; in case if you find him, keep on asking whatever questions you’ve in mind and be a brave heart to be one of his beloved follower. Even if you can’t, you’ll definitely become…. That’s him; a living God…”

“Okay! Don’t believe him. People simply praise for the good terms and conditions they’ve with this man. For me, he’s an immortal man with a lot of happiness and energy in him; it makes others happy as well. I don’t believe in anything more or less other than this about him.”

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The Mystical Path

It was then he realized that there is a formal darkness coming by that haunted path; a fascinating doll woven together with cotton and silk moaned for a while, looking at him. Alas! His heart beats lowered down, and those dry lips were kissed by a woman, like a chameleon.

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In A Marina

As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,

In a peaceful marina, for a role-play

Together with the gigantic ocean,

Cunningly looking at me;

The cluttered waves ponder their feelings

That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.

A subtle confession reckoned my ears,

And afterward, a soul,

I’ve which has an ideal contrast

Of the other phase of my life;

The one I have yet to find extinct.

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Exploration

If words can’t express

Who and how you’re,

Or why you’re here

In the stream of flow of life,

Be a part of yourself to understand

And retaliate your thoughts,

Not the least, but the best;

An infinite nature is waiting

For you to explore the wing

Of flashes and splashes

To illuminate your choices.

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That Day

Sometimes, I forget the intentions to be accomplished in my life, the things I’ve to be done before that day. They constantly address it as a sacred moment- a couple seconds which helps to interpret the other face in me- a hooked path yet to be unknotted…..

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Identity

Words of mystery

Flew in the face of

My life- a satire.

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