moning red

And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,
And weren't those tears that filled your eyes?
And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,
Had they got you hypnotized?
And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry."

That's the way Lyrics by Led Zeppelin.

VERMILLION

my feelings for sure,
a shadow of death of morrow,
pledges gone awry,promises broken;
wings clipped,never to be spoken,
shielded doors and barred windows,
vermillion makes life so suffocatingly narrow.

DISHARMONY

Of jarring speeches n soulless voices
Of barefoot travails n painful cries
Ears of silence n speaking time.
Unending paths of winding chaos
Of lost spaces n forever long eons
Of dead carcasses lost in sea of inhuman faces.
The dragging,stumping feet of unthinking masses
The story of all mundane lives
The loss of innocence n songless tribes.
Tears of morbidity in sleepless eyes
Scentless flowers in burning pyres
Islands of destitutions n insipid relations!
Despairing thoughts n stunted dialogues
Sacred blessings n patched histories
Departed values n never ending queues.
The list is long n overdue,
The mind is numb n forever accrue
Times have come n eons gone through,yet mankind awaits solitude.

THE LOST CROWN

When the heart is spent n only the tears remain,
Like mute spectators to mass destruction,
Anarchy prevails where monarchy reigned!
Loss of the crown,costs no bounds,
But then whoever spent trinkets on tearlets,
A silent tear awaits its death.In my search of solemnity n serenity,
I gave-up my identity n piety,Only to be reimbursed with hostility.
Lost in the sea of inhumanity,
My soul awaits a divinity!
An intervention,Seeking intently!!!

RUBLINGS.

The deep rumblings of loneliness,the soul longings of existence.
washed away by the tears of sadness,i find etched in your presence!
the echoes of my unhappiness,pour out of your breathlessness,
when i try and touch you,theres only numbness!
the ache,the hurt,the burnt scents,all remind me of the fakeness
of roads traversed off-beaten!
dreams unseen,energies unspent,false pretenses and lost senses
,miles travelled and yet goals remain!
the faint sounds of tear drops,like a babys wailling sob
,searching for her final resting place!